Early the next morning… well, not too early...

"Please tell me that after you reprised Gloria Gaynor, I didn't dance across the bar top kicking like a Rockette." Lula had already gulped down aspirin and two large glasses of water, and was working her way through a second very large, very sweet cup of coffee.

"I think it was more in keeping with "A Chorus Line" but you know the showtunes better than me, lovey." Tank kissed the top of Lula's aching head. "And you can take comfort in the fact that Val, Lauren and Mary Lou were all up there with you."

"I imagine there are pictures?"

"Even better, Lauren's gift to Ric and Stephanie is a videotape of the ceremony and the reception… I am thinking that tape is pure gold. For our "Y.M.C.A" rendition alone…"

Lula groaned. If she got her hands on the tape, she would burn it.

Lester was trying to calm Val down, but she was obviously panicked. "A Broadway medley of show tunes that featured songs from "Annie". "The Wiz" and "Cats"! With Brian?!"

"Val, it was really good… "So You Wanted to Meet the Wizard" was a fan favorite…" Les sang, "I fly, and the magic of my power takes me higher, to a level where the clouds turn into fire, in the warmness of the fire I feel fine…" Val noted again that her husband had a great voice. The prick! He continued, "It might have been better if you had been Dorothy instead of the Wizard, but by then the Blue Whale punch had taken full effect…"

"Oh God… I am never drinking again. That fucking punch ought to be outlawed."

"It probably is. And your… performance… was all but forgotten after Morelli and my sister did the entire seven-minute version of Rapper's Delight…"

Mary Lou was dying… it was certain. Her life was ending. She had a brain tumor. She was dying. And the pain in her head was blinding her. That, and her husband, the doctor, was an asshole. A "I know it all" asshole who didn't believe she was actually dying.

"It is just a hangover."

Mary Lou, who didn't curse, muttered a profanity.

"You will feel better after you are rehydrated." Bobby handed her another glass of water.

This time it was a couple of compound profanities.

"Please put the mask over your nose and mouth. I promise it will help."

She hated that he was right about the oxygen helping.

She confessed, "Some of last night is just not that clear." Several hours of last night were a complete blur. And she woke up this morning with a brain tumor and a mouth so dry it must have been filled with cotton.

"Not surprising, considering the Blue Whale punch was about a hundred proof. And that you and your girls did a shot every time Ranger and Stephanie kissed. We are lucky none of you ended up with alcohol poisoning… but then they did leave right after the cake cutting…"

The cake… It rang a bell… oh no… OH NO!

"Did I… oh God. Did I actually eat cake from your belly as you lay on one of the banquet tables?"

"Nope."

The sigh of relief was short-lived.

"You and your girls, after grading all the RangeMen in attendance, voted Manny the hottest new RangeMan, and proceeded to eat cake off of him…."

The scorch of heat crossed Mary Lou's face. Oh My God! "I will never live this down. What did Manny's date say?"

She really didn't want to know.

"She said it showed all of you in a whole new light. She had thought you all a bit stuffy up until that point."

Mary Lou put her face in her hands. "Is there more?"

"You asked for volunteers to do body shots."

"Oh please just kill me…"

"Where would be the fun in that?" Bobby laughed. "You and Lula are training the new hires on Monday. I am considering selling tickets."

"I really hate you, you smug prick. Why on earth didn't any of you stop us?"

"There would have been riots,,, Besides, Tank, Lester and I kinda feel like it makes up for Vegas."

Bobby might have a point. Prick!

Ric kissed his wife. "Do you think anyone noticed?"

"That every drink I had was swapped out for a fake? No. I think everyone was too busy drinking and watching the show to have picked up on my sobriety." Stephanie and Ric had decided to start trying right away to have a baby, so she stopped her shots two months earlier.

"When will you tell the girls you are pregnant?"

"Once I get to the second trimester… so in a month or so."

"That will give all of our friends time to live down last night."

"Can we watch it again?"

Ric rewound the wedding video, and he and his wife snuggled together in the king sized bed and watched the wedding video again. They laughed as hard as they had on the previous viewing. The video was pure gold!