Posted about 4 years ago
"Leo! Hurry up you mother f__k! We've got some cheeks to grab, and I'm not talking about the kind on a face!"Fred yelled from the room. I rolled my eyes and smirked to myself... For a man about to get married in eight hours, he sure was ready to get some girls on him. I adjusted my red button-up shirt, untucked, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. I wore dark jeans, not the best idea for a Vegas summer, but who cares, right? One blast of cologne, and I was good to go, grabbing Fred around the neck, walking into the hall with his face in my armpit,"Alright, groom, where to first?" It was a stupid question, really, I knew where he wanted to go. So, it seemed so suddenly, we were down in a club, girls walking around, serving drinks, dressed in the strangest looking contraptions. I laughed gently, adjusting my black fedora, taking a glass of scotch, and sitting down at the table with the boys by the stage.