A/N: I'm glad you guys are starting to like this story. The ending is almost near, but yet so far away and it's pissing me off.
What seemed like forever to Misty on the drive to the chapel was only thirty minutes. They finally reached the their location and got out of the car.
"This is the chapel you picked?" Jenny asked looking at the chapel, "You could've done better than this."
As they all went inside, they saw a line of couples getting ready to get married.
"I can't believe there's a line." Misty said.
"I know, I can't believe it either." John said, "Well, you wait in line and I'm going to go over to the slot machines."
"Okay."
John and Randy went over to the slot machines leaving Misty and Jenny to wait in line. About twenty minutes passed and the line hasn't moved an inch.
"Ugh! This is taking too long!" Jenny said, "Let's just cut through."
Jenny and Misty walked past couples after couples till they finally reached to the front.
"Hey! You can't cut in front of us! Get back to the line!" yelled one of the angry couples.
"I know you ain't talking to me!" Jenny yelled back.
"Don't start shit here, Jenny." advised Misty.
"Why not?"
"Because this is a chapel."
"Don't go Christian on me now, Misty."
As Jenny continues to argue with the couple, John and Randy have their own private discussion over at the slot machines.
"I can't believe you're getting married." said Randy.
"I know." answered John.
"And a little soon too."
"I know." He repeated.
"Do you know what this means?"
"What?"
"It means you're giving up your bachelorhood."
John laughed.
"No, I'm serious. You'll be waking up with Misty three-hundred-sixty-five days, twenty four-seven for the rest of your life till you die."
"I know. Are you jealous or something?"
"Me? Jealous? No. I'm just saying, you're willing to give up everything to Misty?"
"Yup, everything and that includes wrestling."
Randy laughed. "You're turning soft on me. I don't even know who you are anymore."
John pulled the slot's lever and out came the sound of clinking coins.
"I'm Mr. Lucky." John said smiling.
Back to the front of the line, where Jenny is still arguing with the couple.
"I told you to get back in the line!" shouted the groom.
"And I told you I'm not going back of the line!"
"You better get to the back of the line or…"
"Or what?"
"Or I'm going to get security on you!"
"Security? They're ain't going to do nothing, those doughnut eating bastards."
"Security!"
Two, buff security guards came and escorted Jenny to the back of the room.
"You two better get your hands off of me!" Jenny struggled to get out of their grasp.
"Damn, this girl is strong." said one of the security guards.
The two security guards succeeded in taking her to the back of the room.
"I can't believe I just lost my bridesmaid." Misty thought.
Just then, Misty and the other couple heard things hitting wall, slapping and screaming in the room where the security guards had taken Jenny. Misty ran in to see what had happened. She opened the door and peeked inside.
"I think someone better call an ambulance." Misty said.
Jenny came out of the room panting. The couple looked at her.
"I can't believe you actually beat up the security guards." Misty stated.
"I didn't beat them up."
"Oh yeah? Look."
Jenny turned and saw one of the guards bruised and being wheeled out in a stretcher.
"Ooh. Did I do that?"
Misty shook her head and pointed to the other security guard who came moaning and groaning in a stretcher also.
"I did that too? Damn, I'm strong."
Jenny turned and saw the couple that called the security guards on her.
"Do you wanna end up like the security guards or can me and my friend cut?" Jenny asked.
"Y-y-you can cut."
They finally reached the front and saw the cashier.
"Hello." the cashier greeted, "My name is Tammy. May I help you?"
"Yes you can." Jenny answered politely, "You can help my friend here get hitched."
"Okay. Where's the groom?"
"Oh. He's that fine gentleman over there." Jenny pointed at John who was still involved in slots.
"He looks wonderful."
"I know. Just call Misty here, Mrs. Lucky."
Jenny, Misty and Tammy discussed on the price range of the wedding.
"Uhm…I don't want an expensive wedding, but I also don't want a cheap wedding." remarked Misty,
"How about you get this package deal? You read your own vows and we throw in a cup of rice for you."
"Take it." urged Jenny.
"Okay. I'll take that package."
"That'll be three-hundred and ninety-nine dollars."
"Oh shit. I don't have that much money."
"Ask John for some money then."
Misty looked over at the slot machines, to her surprise John and Randy wasn't there.
A/N: Can you believe John bailed out? Wonder what's up with him. Find out in chapter 13.