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It was five months after Vincent's very near death experience he sat in a small room sloppily dressed in a tuxedo. He would straighten it out; after all on one's wedding day you don't want to look like your drunk out of his mind, even if by the start of the wedding he probably would be.
Just then Cloud, Berrat, Cid and Red came in the room, all wear tuxes (except for Red, because it is a little hard to get tuxedos for dogs, expect for those stores that sell dog cloths to those crazy people who but cloths for their dog, but anyway Red was just wearing a bow tie).
"I still can't believe your marrying her," Cloud said, "I mean what would your kids be like, hyper-materia stealing-alcoholic children."
"Ha, ha, ha," Vincent muttered then got up, "speaking of alcoholics I could use a drink."
"Sorry," Red said, "but we promised Yuffie we wouldn't let you drink, she doesn't want you to be drunk during your wedding."
"I can handle one drink," Vincent said.
"Ya but one drink with you leads to hundreds of others," Cloud said.
"Your just mad because I can drink more than you!" Vincent said loudly.
"Ya, sure I bet Vincent," Cloud muttered.
"Its true, I bet you right now I could drink you under the table!"
"Fine you're on!"
"Um Cloud," Red broke in, "that would mean he would be drinking too. which is a bad thing!"
"Oh.ya." Cloud muttered, slightly embarrassed.
"Dammit Red you went and spoiled my fun!" Vincent grumbled and sat back down.
"Don't you think you should get ready?" Cloud asked.
"I should, but not yet," Vincent replied then noticed something in the corner of his eye. It was one of those mini fridges that are in hotel rooms (.I forgot what they were call.. But you know what I'm talking about.right?).
Vincent up very quickly and made a dash for the fridge. Unfortunately Red noticed what he was making the move for and pounced, knocking Vincent to the ground. He sat there, on Vincent's back, keeping him pinned.
"Get off me!" he said struggling under the dog like thing's weight.
"Why?" Red asked.
"Because if you don't. then um. I won't be able to get ready for my own wedding and Yuffie will be pissed off and she'll kick your ass dog boy," Vincent said.
"As long as you promise not to try and drink," Red said, "because if you do then Yuffie will want to kick your ass."
"Fine, fine what ever, now GET OFF ME!" Vincent shouted.
Author's Note: hehe. anyway last chapter I gave ppl my e-mail. but it was the wrong e-mail. it should have been mongoose_of_power@yahoo.ca so if you e-mailed me at the other address I um did get it. And the next chapter is the reception at the wedding
It was five months after Vincent's very near death experience he sat in a small room sloppily dressed in a tuxedo. He would straighten it out; after all on one's wedding day you don't want to look like your drunk out of his mind, even if by the start of the wedding he probably would be.
Just then Cloud, Berrat, Cid and Red came in the room, all wear tuxes (except for Red, because it is a little hard to get tuxedos for dogs, expect for those stores that sell dog cloths to those crazy people who but cloths for their dog, but anyway Red was just wearing a bow tie).
"I still can't believe your marrying her," Cloud said, "I mean what would your kids be like, hyper-materia stealing-alcoholic children."
"Ha, ha, ha," Vincent muttered then got up, "speaking of alcoholics I could use a drink."
"Sorry," Red said, "but we promised Yuffie we wouldn't let you drink, she doesn't want you to be drunk during your wedding."
"I can handle one drink," Vincent said.
"Ya but one drink with you leads to hundreds of others," Cloud said.
"Your just mad because I can drink more than you!" Vincent said loudly.
"Ya, sure I bet Vincent," Cloud muttered.
"Its true, I bet you right now I could drink you under the table!"
"Fine you're on!"
"Um Cloud," Red broke in, "that would mean he would be drinking too. which is a bad thing!"
"Oh.ya." Cloud muttered, slightly embarrassed.
"Dammit Red you went and spoiled my fun!" Vincent grumbled and sat back down.
"Don't you think you should get ready?" Cloud asked.
"I should, but not yet," Vincent replied then noticed something in the corner of his eye. It was one of those mini fridges that are in hotel rooms (.I forgot what they were call.. But you know what I'm talking about.right?).
Vincent up very quickly and made a dash for the fridge. Unfortunately Red noticed what he was making the move for and pounced, knocking Vincent to the ground. He sat there, on Vincent's back, keeping him pinned.
"Get off me!" he said struggling under the dog like thing's weight.
"Why?" Red asked.
"Because if you don't. then um. I won't be able to get ready for my own wedding and Yuffie will be pissed off and she'll kick your ass dog boy," Vincent said.
"As long as you promise not to try and drink," Red said, "because if you do then Yuffie will want to kick your ass."
"Fine, fine what ever, now GET OFF ME!" Vincent shouted.
Author's Note: hehe. anyway last chapter I gave ppl my e-mail. but it was the wrong e-mail. it should have been mongoose_of_power@yahoo.ca so if you e-mailed me at the other address I um did get it. And the next chapter is the reception at the wedding
