Kev walked into the Alibi to see the grooms-to-be, Ian and Mickey, rolling around on the ground, half fighting and half making out.
"Hey save it for the honeymoon," Kev walked past them and behind the bar and Ian and Mickey got off the floor and brushed each other off.
"Sorry, Kev, we were just getting in the mood," Ian said with his usual shit-eatting grin as Mickey chuckled and tussled his hair.
"You two are weird." Kev commented. "Why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Fiona and V aren't here yet."
"Really? They're cutting it pretty close." Kev took a piece of paper out and started talking quietly to himself as Mickey came behind the bar.
"Yo you want a shot?" He called out to Ian, who promptly sat down on a stool.
"Sure." Mickey poured the two shots, handed one to Ian, and held his up. "Let's get fucking married." They knocked glasses and threw back their shots.
"Stop drinking and start getting dressed." Fiona and V barged in, arms full of tuxedos, makeup and dresses.
Kev kept talking to himself but he started getting louder and people started noticing. Everyone stopped and watched Kev.
"Is he praying?" Fiona asked V.
"I'm practicing my speech." Kev retorted without looking up.
"Why do you need to practice? You say like four sentences." Mickey spit back.
"it's a little more than that, Mickey. It's an art." Kev said, dead serious.
Fiona and V burst out laughing, while Ian just smiled and stared at Mickey.
V grabbed Ian by the collar and pulled him off of the stool. "If you say so baby. Alright come on you two hooligans, let's get you dressed." The four headed upstairs, as Mickey had also shut down business for the day, while Kev meditated to get rid of their negative energy.
"We are gathered here on this day to celebrate the union between Mickey and Ian. These two fine men..."
Kev drifted off as Carl brought more flowers and balloons in.
"Sounds good Kev." Carl nodded as he distributed flowers onto tables and tied balloons onto chairs.
"Thanks Carl. Those fresh?"
"Yup. Swiped them from a baby shower this morning."
"Nice. Do you have anything you want me to say in my speech when I marry Ian and Mickey?"
"Maybe something about them having crazy monkey sex that makes the whole house shake. Later." Carl grabbed a beer and walked out the front door.
Kev shook his head and rubbed his hands together. "Okay." He said quietly, then cleared his throat. "Ian, do you take Mickey to be your husband?"
"I do." Ian said as he leaned against the pool table.
"Shit, man, you scared me, aren't you supposed to be upstairs?"
"Came down to take a piss. Go on."
Kev cleared his throat and adjusted his posture."
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union between Mickey and Ian. Today, they are committing to spending the rest of their lives together, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health."
"I like it. Keep it up, Kev." Ian disappeared into and then upstairs once again, but Kev didn't notice. He was too busy trying to make this wedding awesome.