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laughed harder. “No shit, Sherlock,” I replied, shaking my
head at him. “Let’s get you some coffee from the bar,” I suggested, wrapping my
arm around his waist.
    He smiled at me gratefully. “You’re awesome,” he croaked.
    I winced from the smell of his breath and waved my free hand
near my face, trying to get rid of the smell. “Dude, there is nothing awesome
about your breath!” I whined as he carried on telling me how great I was and
how happy he was that I was marrying his daughter and taking on his grandson. I
pulled a stool up and pushed him down onto it, waving my hand for the barman to
come over, but he was busy serving down the other end. I took the opportunity
to button up George’s shirt for him.
    Something patted me on the shoulder. “We need to leave,”
Ashton hissed in my ear.
    I frowned. “I was just gonna get Puking Percy here some
coffee,” I countered, turning to face him, keeping one hand on George’s
shoulder to keep him upright.
    Ashton shook his head fiercely and nodded over his shoulder.
I looked back and what he was motioning at. There were loads of security
around, one of them guarding the pile of sick, the others fanning out,
obviously looking for the perpetrators. We wouldn’t be that hard to find in our
choice of attire for tonight!
    I nodded in agreement. I didn’t want trouble, and it looked
like they were going to kick us out anyway. It was always better to walk out on
your own two feet than be bustled out by security. I slung my arm around George’s
waist, pulling his arm around my shoulders as I lifted him to his feet. “Time
to go,” I muttered.
    He frowned. “Are we going to another bar?” he asked,
staggering on his feet. Most of the guys had already left and were probably
waiting outside for us.
    My dad met us at the door, laughing as he looked at George. “You’re
a lightweight, York!” he chirped, pushing the purple hat back on my
father-in-law’s head. “Now that your stomach is empty, you can fill it again!”
he added, holding out half of a glass of beer to him.
    George laughed, and before I could protest, he knocked the drink
back in one before holding the glass above his head and shouting, “Booya!”
    By the time we got downstairs, the sun was already up. The
guys were all joking around in the street, laughing and jumping on each other.
Seth was strutting around with a traffic cone on his head singing ‘Ding dong,
the witch is dead’.
    The minibus was still parked where we left it hours before.
George literally passed out as soon as we sat him in the seat. My dad plopped
next to him and grinned. “I guess we’re too old to keep up with you guys,” he
mumbled. Suddenly he laughed wickedly as he turned back to a passed-out George.
“Who’s got a pen?”
    I groaned and shook my head. “Don’t draw anywhere that’s
going to show up in the wedding photos tomorrow,” I protested as Brad started
fumbling in the black duffle bags that they’d brought with them. Those things
seemed bottomless; they just kept on producing more and more wicked things from
there as the night went on. Brad made a triumphant “Ta-da!” as he pulled out a
pack of magic markers. My dad grinned and started unbuttoning George’s shirt
with an excited smile on his face.
    I laughed and grabbed the black pen, drawing a very crude
drawing of a penis and a face that conveniently had the open mouth where his
belly button was. I smiled at it proudly as Ashton giggled and slapped me a
high-five.
    By the time the boys were done with him, he was more marker
pen than skin. I felt sorry for him, but at least there was nothing on his face
or neck, so when he was walking Rosie down the aisle tomorrow, no one would
know.
    My eyes felt heavy from the drink and the lack of sleep. I
had no idea what time it was but the sun was up already. I sat forward in my
seat and rubbed at my eyes. There was no way I was falling asleep and getting
drawn on by these punks!
    People were calming down