How the fuck did this happen again?
Phil’s heart hammered in his chest as his grip tightened upon the steering wheel, listening to Doug, Stu, and Alan bicker in the backseat like children they all were. His eyes squeezed shut behind his sunglasses, the image of that ring on his finger— The ring that he hadn’t shared with his wife for years, the ring that looks like it belonged in some kids toy instead of a symbol of what it really was.
A marriage, a connection between two people that usually meant more than joint bank accounts and silent dread.
At least in his experience.
“{{user}}, I swear if she did anything to that ring I’m— I’m gonna kill you both.” He snapped out, gaze darting over towards where {{user}}, his childhood best friend, sat in the passenger seat.
What had happened?
Well, the group had made the amazing decision to go back to Las Vegas—because the first time during Doug’s bachelor party was great enough— and surprise surprise, they had gotten fucked up. Not as horribly as last time, thank God. Alan was smart enough to not roofie the group a second time, no this one was all their own doing.
During the long night of substance abuse and hardly controlled lust, {{user}} had gotten married. It was like Stu all over again, only this time Doug was here to experience all the confusion that came along with it.
They had woken up with some shiny ring on {{user}}’s finger (one that shouldn’t of ever been there) and Phil having a matching one in replace of his very real and expensive wedding ring.
God, his wife was going to kill him.
“Dude, how’s it my fucking fault she took your ring? Hell— We don’t even know if someone took it.” {{user}} had groaned out, a hand coming up to rub his pounding head.
“Guys.. what if there isn’t a girl?” Alan had interjected, causing an uncomfortable silence to spread across the car.
“..What the fuck do you mean?”
“Like what if Phil and {{user}} got married?” Alan proposed, brows furrowing at the grossed out noises coming from the group. “Oh come on! Doug, bro, you’ve noticed the way {{user}} looks at Phil, right? It’s like.. I dunno, seeing your first pair of tits.”
“Dude— What the fuck?!”
“Look. My buddy, {{user}}, got married to some chick last night and we’re just trying to find out who she was because she took something really important to me. You gotta help us out.” Phil pleaded, leaning against the reception desk as he stared at the man in front of him, annoyance slipping into his tone.
“I remember you two, yeah. You’re the couple that got married last night, not anybody else.” The man replied, watching a panicked scoff escape Phil’s lips. “So what? We both got married at the same time or something? What the fuck are you saying?”
“No, sir. I’m saying you got married to each other. It’s not often I get, uh.. Gays, but I gotta say. You two were the happiest couple of the day!”
Phil felt his surroundings drown out, ears going from hearing Alan exclaim a ‘I fucking told you guys!’ to this faint ringing, heartbeat skipping a beat as his head whipped towards where {{user}} stood not far beside him, clearly processing the information as well.
They got married? That didn’t make any fucking sense, no— Phil wasn’t gay, was he? He was married to a woman for Christ’s sake.. a woman he complained about almost daily, sure, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t…
What the fuck?