A/N-Right, another chapter, there's a ton more where this is coming from

Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, and suffering. --Anonymous
"Dance, at least for the video." He looked up to see Jordan standing next to him before he shook his head. "I've danced with everyone here except you-and you're the one that dragged me here." He rolled his eyes and took a long gulp of scotch before getting up and taking her hand, pulling her into the familiar position.

"Happy?" He asked as they swayed in time to the music. The DJ was far from the best, they were dancing to a sad sappy breakup song, but he really didn't care.

"Yes." She said finally. "And don't look so pissed off, if it was that much of a problem you could have turned down the invitation." He faked a smile. "Better." She said. "Just think, some other poor soul is winding up with the old ball and chain." That actually brought a real smile to his face.

"Thank God for that." He said, pulling away slowly as the song ended. They both sat down at the table, and he resumed drinking his scotch.

"Abby looks happy." She pointed out, and he nodded. "And her boyfriend seems nice too." He looked over to where the two of them were dancing.

"Yeah." He agreed. Blake was a nice guy, polite and quiet, never speaking unless spoken to. Although the boy did seem to possess a large amount of nervous energy, always busy doing something or another with complete and total focus on whatever was at hand. But he had never seen Abby happier.

She looked better than she had when she was in high school as well, she was thin, but not to the point that would worry him, she ate, and she never seemed guilty at all about eating, just was always on the go. She was in the prime of her life, constantly out and about and not showing it at all.

Paul came over and sat down across from them. "I don't blame you for getting out." He said with a congenial grin.

"Yeah, you're just at the tip of the iceberg. She's wonderful, provided you're not as stubborn as she is." Paul laughed.

"I'm no type A, believe me. I don't mind it that much. But like I said, I don't blame you for getting out, especially if you are just like her." He grinned in response. Maggie, had, at least, picked a decent, nice guy.

"So, Paul, how did you and Maggie meet?" Paul shrugged at Jordan's question.

"We lived a few houses away from each other, we'd see each other from time to time, say hello, but one day, just out of nowhere, I noticed her, like she was someone who I'd never seen before." She nodded.

"Sounds romantic." He fought the urge to snort into his glass of scotch. It was romantic, he had to admit that, but he was never much of a romantic.

"Yeah." Paul agreed before springing up. "Guess it's time to cut the cake." He gestured to the small side table where the cake stood tall and they followed him over to watch the spectacle.

At least both Maggie and Abby had picked decent guys. Now if only he could find a decent girl, life would be good.