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[b][u] Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's Church[/u][/b]

[i]"You had to have known we were drunk, right? I mean, just look at this!" He brandished the photo towards the priest. "There's no way on Ddeaer you could think we were sober, right?! I'd never marry her! She's so angry all the time, and she hates me! Why would I marry someone who hates me?! Why woul... why would I..."[/i]

“Huh? Bro, bro bro. Don’t be talking like that, it’s not nice. Amy’s a very beautiful, sensitive lady, y’know? It’s not nice to be hurting her feelings on the first day of your honeymoon. Treat her right, okay? You were lucky enough to marry such a beauty, don’t squander that.” Tom shook his head from side to side, hoping to dispel the paranoid worry consuming the groom and hopefully resolve things before they got too bad. 

[i]"I'm going to ask you nicely. Please fix this. Now."[/i]

“Fix it? YOU just broke it!” Tom wailed, clutching his head with anguished tears streaming down his face at the collection of broken cups. He bent down, immediately beginning to shift through the shattered pieces, his heart breaking at the ruined mementos of a beautiful wedding below. “This is going to take forever to fix…”

“NOT THAT. THIS.” Amy said again, this time louder and more forceful, drawing the priest’s eyes to the beautiful marriage ring sparkling in the church light. Tom raised one quissitive eyebrow, before standing back up again. 

“What’s the matter with your ring? It’s very good quality and workmanship.” Tom replied. “Both of you came in here carrying those rings, y’know. Hmm. Is it a bit stuck? How about trying butter to loosen it up?”

Tom then turned back to Syed, Moira and Lisette, as Marcus bent down over the box and pulled out a couple of caps and t-shirts, plopping one on his head and offering another to Lisette.

“Besides, bro, I don’t do drunk weddings. I’m very specific about that, what with Los Paraisos having lots of people get drunks and dare each other to get married. No, I specifically checked first and asked you before anything happened.” Tom began to answer Syed’s question.

“Look, I can even quote it, I noted it down just to be sure. When I asked, Moira replied ‘What the fuck are you talking about? Do I looking fucking drunk? I can still drink another 100 beers!’ and Miss Amy replied with ‘That’s *hic* fucking right!’. Then, after that, just to be doubly sure, I spoke with both the bride and the groom and asked you guys a few questions… about what you liked of one another. And both of you were really very excited to get married. Syed you said that Miss Amy was ‘the woman of your dreams’ and that for Amy, Syed was ‘my caramel hunk’. After the interview you both kissed each other and, boy, I wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to skip straight past the ceremony and go straight to the honeymoon!”

“Fix this… just… fix this…” Amy’s body shook. Her friends turned to look to her, not sure if she was boiling with rage or on the verge of collapse. Tom turned to see, and it was then and only then that he managed to understand. 

“Ah, I get it. Annulment, huh? Yeah, we can do that. We need to get you two to sign a document. Such a shame though.” Tom shook his head, a tear sparkling and falling down his cheek. He walked towards one of the church’s cabinets, opening a drawer and pulling out a certificate and quill. “Too many people these days give up on marriage too easily. Did you know the divorce rate is as high as 50%? It’s so sad. Look, guys, I won’t stop you doing what you both think is best,” Tom explained, as he gestured for the bride and groom to follow him to the wooden desk and sign the paper with the priest’s proffered pen. “However, I do have a bro who specialises in marriage counselling as well. If you like, I could maybe call him up, make an appointment for you two. Hmm?”

“Oh, and hey.” Tom leaned to the side, looking past them and at Lisette and the still smiling Marcus, who was folding and bundling as many of the t-shirts as he could to give to the others later. “Whilst you guys are here. If you and your boyfriend want to get married Lisette, we could totally do a service right here and now! What do you think?”

The record’s next song started playing.

[hider=Keep the Faith][center][youtube]eZQyVUTcpM4[/youtube][/center]

[center][i]Faith: you know you're gonna live thru the rain
Lord you got to keep the faith
Faith: don't let your love turn to hate
Right now we got to
Keep the faith
Keep the faith
Keep the faith
Lord we got to keep the faith

Tell me baby when I hurt you
Do you keep it all inside
Do you tell me all's forgiven
And just hide behind your pride

Everybody needs somebody to love
(mother, father)
Everybody needs somebody to hate
(please don't leave me)
Everybody's bleeding
'cause the times are tough
Well it's hard to be strong
When there's no one to dream on[/i][/center][/hider]