The sway in Theo’s step doesn’t deter his mood as he walks home, his head light and cheery. A lopsided smile fills his rose red cheeks. As the moon shined down on him, only one thing is rolling through his mind.

God, why aren’t we married yet?

The alcohol swimming through his veins thinks this is a wonderful question. The most important one he could ever ask, actually. They should’ve been married yesterday. Last week.

”But there’s no better time”, the inebriated voice in his head tells him, “Than now.”

He bursts through the front door of his small home, startling the pets so badly that the dog starts barking and the cat darts off the couch, but he doesn’t appear to notice.

“MY LOVE!” He shouts at the top of my lungs with the heaviest of slurs in his voice. “MY ANGEL! MY ONE AND ONLY! WILL YOU MARRY ME?”