"You have to be kidding me." Eric complained looking at the tails hanging out from behind his topcoat.
"I'm only planning on getting married once and I want to do it right." Wes retorted.
"I hated wearing these in Carter's wedding and I'm going to hate wearing these in your wedding too."
"Aww Eric, but you look so cute in that top hat and tails." Wes teased.
Eric tried to grab for him but Wes dodged out of the way.
"All right you two. That's enough." Mr. Collins said stepping out of the dressing room looking equally as dashing as the two young men that were bickering outside.
"Have you decided on the color of your cumberbunds and ties yet?" A blonde saleswoman said approaching them.
"Red." The two answered in unison.
"Of course." Mr. Collins thought. "What other color would the red ranger wear to his wedding."
"And you said there were at least three more men in your wedding party."
"Yes." Wes answered.
"When will they be coming in for a fitting?"
"Ummmmm." Wes said unsure of how to answer.
"They'll be in the day of the wedding. They're out of town on business and won't be back until then."
"All right then you can go ahead and get changed and I'll make sure your measurements are in the computer."
"Thank you so much." Mr. Collins said shaking her hand. Then he turned to Wes and Eric. "Why don't you two call Elise and Jen and we'll pick them up and have dinner at
Chez Louis."
"Uhh Dad, Jen's not to fond of French food. The last time she was in there she got really sick."
"Ok, what would you suggest?"
Wes thought for a moment. "Well there's that roadhouse with the really good barbecue on the interstate."
"Ugh." Mr. Collins thought. "I forgot how simple their tastes were."
"Sounds like a good idea." Eric said. "Elise likes that place too."
"Well then let's get changed and we'll be on our way." Mr. Collins said smiling at the two men that he called "son."