A/N: So I just wanted to shout out to all the lovelies who have reveiwed! It honestly melts my heart a little every time I see a new one!

THANKS AGAIN! Enjoy ...

"Dearly becoming … we are gathered here today, to witness these two joined … in holy hell, uh … I mean holy matri … martineeee, … matrimony! YEAH!"

Kayla had begun the 'ceremony' and I was having a really hard time keeping my composure. Jesus, this was YouTube material. I glanced over at Pam, and I could tell she was trying just as hard as I was not to laugh. Daryl looked pissed, as usual, but he seemed to have calmed down a little after hearing our escape plan.

"Tonight, we celebrate Charlotte and Merle …" Kayla had to stop for a minute to give herself time to giggle loudly, "and we unite them … and … they're gonna be real happy. Even I knew … the minute Merle grabbed her ass that they were meant to be!"

The cabin exploded in cheers, and Kayla hushed everyone, "Shhhhh … I'm, still going! We all wish the happy couple many years together" She leaned over to Charlotte, almost falling off of her chair, "You can say your vows now honey"

Charlotte and Merle turned to each other and Charlotte took a giant swig of punch.

"Merle, sugar … I promise to help you change the oil in the truck. I promise to never touch yer guns … except these" she grabbed Merle's arms and giggled. "Oh … and I'll hold your spittoon for always, AMEN"

Now it was Merle's turn.

Merle looked deep into Charlotte's eyes, and for a minute I thought he was gonna cry.

"Darlin', I can't believe I finally found you. You're the grease on my axel, baby."

And now … Deep Thoughts by Merle Handy.

"I swear I'll only make you git me a beer, if I really, really need one, and I promise to rub your butt whenever you ask. I'll even let you skin the meat I bring home before you cook it up. Praise the lord!"

Kayla looked around, "OK, you guys got any rings?"

Merle pulled two rubber washers out of his pocket, "These are from my very first truck … I've been savin' 'em for a long time" They proceeded to place them on their fingers, as I heard someone whisper "Awww, isn't that romantic?"

Merle … romantic? Oooookay

Kayla raised her hands high. "Well, I think we're done, but I forgot something … OH! Wait!" She cleared her throat, "In the name of your father, uh … his son, … and Holy George Jones, I pronounce you man & wife! GET 'ER DONE!"

I think I will have to remind Kayla tomorrow of how big of a dork she is. Although she did pretty good, all things considered!

Merle grabbed Charlotte, swung her around, and proceeded to examine her tonsils with his tongue. Blech.

After the lovely display of spit-swapping, I pulled out my trusty Sharpie and yelled, "Time for the newlywed tattoos!" and everyone began to cheer. I sat Charlotte down in the chair, "I want mine right here!" she declared, pointing at her bicep. I drew a large heart with an arrow thru it, and wrote 'Merle + Charlotte 4-ever' inside the heart.

I stood her up and motioned for Merle to sit down next, but instead, he just stared at me.

"What's wrong Merle?" I asked.

"nothin's wrong … 'cept I want mine on my ass. That's the only place I don't got one already"

I think I gagged a little.

"Ok ladies … you heard him. Who wants to tattoo Merle's ass?"

For the first time in quite a while … Beth stood up.

She made her way over to the chair and sat down. "Bend over sweet-cheeks!"

Merle dropped his undies and laid down across Beth's lap … just like a kid ready to get a spanking. Beth proceeded to draw, but I had to look away to keep from laughing … or vomiting.

The partying continued for a little while as everyone filled, and re-filled their cups. I noticed the punch was starting to run low, and I seriously began to pray that everyone would just pass out all ready! If the booze didn't work, I had no idea what we were going to do. I never bothered to come up with a back-up plan … probably not the finest moment in my life.

I heard a ruckus, and turned to see Daryl run over to Merle & grab him before he did a face-plant. Jesus, getting Merle drunk enough to pass out was a lot harder than I anticipated. He just stood up and yelled, "WOMAN … Git yer ass over here! Time to go bump uglies, I got a knob that needs gobbling!"

Charlotte practically knocked Merle over and planted a big old sloppy kiss on his lips. I shuddered.

They started to head outside, when Daryl stopped them, "Where do ya think yer goin?"

"I'm takin' my old man to his tent. Didn't ya hear 'em? We gotta fix his …" Daryl interrupted Charlotte, "Ah yeah, yeah, I heard! You best be staying in that tent … don't want ya wanderin' off with my brother"

Merle just smiled, and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. That HAD to have been a first.

I walked over to Daryl, "You think that's such a good idea?"

"I don't think Merle's gonna give me a choice. I'll stay outside and keep watch … make sure they don't go nowhere" and he headed out the door.

I let out a loud sigh, wondering how much longer this craziness was going to last. I was really starting to feel the exhaustion setting in.

Then, Glenn, Natasha, and Jamie all crept towards the door, like they honestly thought they were incognito.

Pam came over towards them, "Hey guys … I think you should stay in here … "

I nudged Pam and whispered " hell, let 'em go … Daryl's outside on watch anyways. Besides … that makes less people we have to worry about"

I followed 'Three's Company' outside and walked over to Daryl, who was sitting on the porch.

He looked over at Glenn who walked by him with his arms around the two girls and said, "Hey Daryl … if you need me, I'll be in my tent with thessssse lovely ladiesssss!"

"Yeah … bite me, Whistler!" retorted Daryl.

I giggled.

When they were safely tucked away in Glenn's tent, I turned to Daryl.

"So … Pam and I are gonna try to get that key. Make sure you don't fall asleep out here"

"you ain't gotta worry 'bout that … I couldn't sleep around here if I wanted to, what with Merle makin' all that racket"

I perked up my ears just in time to hear Charlotte yell "Save a horse, ride a cowboy! WOO-HOO!" Then Merle stuck his head out of the tent and said, "Hey bro? If this tent's a-rockin … don't come a-knockin!"

There were no words. I just gave Daryl a smirk and went back into the cabin. Pam was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, surveying the damages. To my amazement, Annabelle and Shorty were already passed out on the floor, and Kayla, Zoey and Beth were filling up another drink. Michelle was still sitting in the same place on the floor, just giggling away… shit … I never thought I'd say that I missed the quarry … but I really did.

One by one, all of the ladies fell asleep, on the floor, in the chair, or wherever they just happened to be. In Kayla's case, this was on the kitchen table. The only one still up was Michelle, and she just wouldn't shut up! Pam gave me a wink and a slight nod of the head, and then sat down by Michelle. I knew this might be my only chance to get the kef from Big Bertha. I grabbed a few blankets out of the closet and proceeded to cover up the sleeping beauties. I stood over Beth, who was sawing logs by now, and quickly covered her up, slipping the key off of her neck ever so discreetly. I jammed in into my pocket and returned to where Pam and Michelle were sitting. Just in time … apparently Michelle was having some sort of nervous breakdown and was starting to get loud, babbling incoherently!

"Shhhh Michelle, honey calm down! You'll wake everyone up!" hissed Pam.

"So whatt ttod emmfpre I vhipeedip ! Michelle was totally freaking out.

"Do something Pam!" I grabbed Michelle's arms and tried to get her to calm down but it wasn't working.

CRACK! All of the sudden Pam just let loose and jacked her right in the face, knocking her clean out!

I stood perfectly still for a minute. Pam and I exchanged a glance, and I held up my hand "NICE! High five!"

She slapped my hand and we giggled for a minute.

"OK Pam, stay here and keep an eye on things. I'm gonna go get our stuff packed up and let Daryl know that I got the key"

I stepped out onto the porch and although I had no idea what time it was I could sense the approaching dawn. It was still dark, but I knew we had to hurry if we wanted to get out of there before sun-up. I spotted Daryl over by the tent I was supposed to share with Kayla, packing stuff up.

"Didja git the key?" he asked, still rolling up his sleeping bag.

I pulled the key out of my pocket and tossed it at him. We sat in silence packing up all of the gear we could, both thinking the same thing … but neither one of us willing to say it.

What happens if we can't get the truck started? Where would we go and how would we get the others out?

I secretly hoped that Daryl was a true "redneck" in the sense that he could work magic with anything automobile-related.

Daryl got up and walked over the Merle's tent, pausing a moment before ducking inside. What the hell was he doing? After hearing some rustling and a grunt or two, Daryl emerged with Charlotte slung over his shoulder like a backpack. He carried her into the cabin and I followed him closely, not knowing what I would do if she woke up. He set her down on the floor, and looked at me, "All right, now where's Kayla?" I pointed at the table and I saw Daryl stifle a snicker. I watched as he gently lifted her off of the table and carried her out the front door. I thought for a minute that this couldn't possibly be the same Daryl that I knew.

Pam and I stood helpless while Daryl carried first Natasha, then Jamie into the cabin as well.

He came over to us, a little out of breath, "Allright Pam … you're gonna have ta stay here while me and Sadie haul all the gear to the truck. Can ya handle that?"

"Yeah sure … I guess" she replied with her head hung low. I got the feeling she didn't want to stay here anymore than we did.

I gave her shoulder a little squeeze and Daryl and I headed off down the path. Thank god we drank all that booze that Glenn smuggled … I don't think I could have carried any more.

We walked quietly, Daryl with his cross-bow ready, and me holding the flashlight and fumbling with the overbearing gear Daryl had packed on me. It was kind of peaceful out here … with no drunken idiots around.

I breathed a sigh of relief when we came upon a little shed and the pickup truck parked around the side. Moving quickly, Daryl helped me throw all of the gear in the back and we climbed into the cab.

We looked at each other and Daryl took a deep breath.

He slid the key into the ignition, "Well … here goes nothin"