#scene 003

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[Puck and Quinn are walking with the guide to the start of the ropes course in the woods. She looks above her to see the course above them then looks at the camera]

Quinn: *nervous* We’re going up there… *makes a face and grabs Puck’s hand*

Puck: *looks up at the ropes with a grin* Yep, and it’s gonna be awesome.

Quinn: *leans closer to Puck, speaks soft* I’m a little nervous.

Puck: You don’t have to be nervous. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.

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Today we’re at the ropes course to spend some time climbing. This is something I’ve done a lot. My girls and I go out and camp and stuff all of the time, but this is definitely something new for Quinn.

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[Puck and Quinn are harnessed, helmeted, and gloved. They climb up a bridge, Puck leading the way to the canopy. Quinn reaches the top of the canopy and looks out. The zip line goes down into the trees and out of sight.]

Quinn: Oh my God, you can’t even see where you’re going. I wish we could go at the same time. *laughs nervously, then looks down* We are really high up.

Puck: Just walk. I’m right behind you. Don’t even think about like how high up you are. Think about how cool it is to see so many cool things up here.

[The guide helps unhook Quinn and rehook her so she can lead the way down the zip line to the next canopy. She walks slow, holding on and then stops. She looks at Puck]

Quinn: I feel like I’m gonna fall. I wanna go back. *breathes out* I mean, I wanna do this, but… *takes another step*

Puck: *smiles softly, moving closer to Quinn* You ain’t gonna fall. I promise. Plus you’re wearing a harness.

Quinn: Right. *forces a smile then continues on, moving faster when the canopy comes in sight through the trees* Oh, yay, there it is! *hurries to the canopy and gives a small squeal of delight when stepping on the canopy. Grins at Puck* Okay, I do have to admit, this is kind of fun.

Puck: *makes it over to the canopy a minute later* I told you. It’s like fun once you get over the fear. It’s pretty up here.

Quinn: You were right. *smiles, watching Puck* Yeah, I’ve got a really pretty view.

Puck: You’re pretty up here.

Quinn: *grins and leans in to kiss Puck*

Puck: *pulls back with a smile* You ready to fly?

Quinn: *shakes head, laughing* No… *grins* You go first and I’ll follow you.

Puck: No way! Then you won’t do it. I know your game, Mrs. Puckerman.

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Mrs. Puckerman? Wait, is that my name now? Quinn Puckerman. Puckerman…

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Quinn: *laughs* Fine! I’ll go first! I’m already set up to.

[The guide gives them the instructs and Quinn hesitates before stepping up and getting ready. She looks at Puck then takes off down the zip line. She screams at first then laughs as she goes down the line]

Puck: *hangs back and watches as Quinn zips down the line before following behind her with a laugh*

[Montage of Puck and Quinn ziplining, going across bridges, and looking out from a tower over the woods. They kiss]

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[A campfire is going outside of the cabin. Quinn is bundled up in a big sweatshirt and pants, and is sitting in a chair in front of the fire, roasting a marshmallow on a stick. Puck is sitting beside her, also toasting a marshmallow]

Quinn: I had a ton of fun today with you.

Puck: *glances over at Quinn with a little smile* Yeah? I had fun too. I’m glad you gave ziplining a try.

Quinn: Me too. It was worth being scared for a little while… *laughs lightly and catches marshmallow on fire* Ah! *brings it close and blows it out, laughs again* Whoops. *carefully pulls the burnt part off the marshmallow and eats it. Glances at Puck* So… um, we’re both Mrs. Puckermans now? You didn’t want to be a Fabray? *laughs a little*

Puck: *laughs and moves to help Quinn with her marshmallow, pausing at the question* I...was just assuming. I never considered changing my last name, and I wouldn’t because it’s Hannah’s last name too. And I’m not really excited to share the last name with people that clearly don’t like me much. *shrugs* You don’t have to change your last name if you don’t want. I’d understand since I’m not changing mine. Fair is fair.

Quinn: *shakes head, pauses to think a moment* No. I wanna change it. *pulls the rest of the marshmallow off and eats it* I mean, I hadn’t thought about it at first, but then when you said it today… I kept saying it in my head and thinking about it and… I kind of like it. *pauses, then speaks quickly* Besides, I… actually have my ex’s name right now. I waited until it went through, the divorce, before I was gonna change it and then I got married so… *holds hand out* ‘Mallow me? *raises an eyebrow*

Puck: *sticks a marshmallow on Quinn’s stick* So your last name isn’t Fabray, then? I mean it is, but it isn’t...so what is your last name?

Quinn: Yeah, it is, but isn’t. I’ve been going by Fabray, like, when I talk to people, since we separated, but um… It’s McNulty. *starts toasting new marshmallow* But since I have to change it anyway… I want to change it to your name. I’m committed to us. To this. *glances at Puck*

Puck: *tilts her head back, laughing loudly* McNulty is a terrible last name. *sobers a little with a grin* I’m committed too, and I think you’ll make a good Puckerman.

Quinn: *laughs at the way Puck laughs, and her words* Yeah, I’m so glad to be done with that name. *laughter fades, keeps eye on Puck a moment. Smiles softly.* Yeah? I’ll fit right in?

Puck: *shrugs, bringing her own marshmallow to the fire* Yeah. Don’t you think so? Or does the whole Jewish versus Christian thing worry you?

Quinn: Well, you’re a whole family, I’m just one person, so I need to fit in. I think I will. *shakes head* No… I mean, I’m not that close to God right now and… *thinks a moment* I haven’t been to church in quite some time so… I’d like to go with you to Temple, if that’s fine with you, just to check it out and see. For you and the girls.

Puck: Of course it’s fine with me. I want to share that part of our lives with you, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to do things like convert or keep kosher or anything. *smiles softly* I respect that you aren’t Jewish.

Quinn: *smiles back* I respect that you are. I don't mind keeping kosher, I want to respect that and I think it'll just be easier for me, too, in remembering. I may not convert, but… I want to check it out.

Puck: Well, you're gonna get a crash course because Hannah’s bat mitzvah is this year.

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A bat mitzvah is the female version of a bar mitzvah, which is when a girl or boy becomes an adult in the Jewish faith. They aren't actual adults. It's just more like they're staying committed to being Jewish, at least until it becomes inconvenient to go to temple every Friday night.

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Quinn: *nods* Bat mitzvah. Got it. Like… Like a sweet sixteen party, right? It’s a big event.

Puck: Yeah, sorta, but if I can afford it, she’ll get one of those too. She deserves it, and I never had either.

Quinn: *frowns slightly* You’ve never had either…? I had a huge sweet sixteen, and graduation party… We’ll make sure she has both. *smiles at Puck*

Puck: *shakes her head* I mean, I was bat mitzvahed, but I didn’t have a big party. My mom saved up enough to take me out to dinner afterwards. I want her to have an amazing one. *smiles*

Quinn: She will. I love parties, so we got this in the bag. *pulls toasted marshmallow from the fire and holds stick near Puck* Help me assemble my s’more, please. *grins*

Puck: *stands and walks over to help Quinn make s’mores* These would make the perfect snack for the munchies.

Quinn: *raises an eyebrow* Munchies? *focuses on finishing the s’more then takes a bite, getting both marshmallow and chocolate on her face*

Puck: Yeah, from...smoking…

Quinn: *makes a face* Smoking? Smoking what?

Puck: Smoking...pot…*looks at Quinn for a moment*

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I’m starting to think that maybe I’m in trouble on this one.

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Quinn: Well… I don’t do that. *stares at Puck, face still messy* I drink alcohol on occasion, but… nothing else. The smoke, especially, bothers me. *pauses then takes a small bite of the s’more*

Puck: Well...I don’t want to upset you or anything, but it’s something that I do, not around the girls, but in my free time on occasion.

Quinn: Oh. *chews slowly* Well… I mean, as long as you, perhaps not do it in the house, or around me, I mean, just do it outside, that could be all right… I just don’t like the smell. But I don’t mind you do it. If it was any drugs harder than that, we might’ve had a problem. *offers a smile then takes another bite of the s’more*

Puck: Oh...it’s the smell that bothers you? I don’t mind doing it outside. Or I can make like brownies or something. That doesn’t usually smell.

Quinn: *nods* Yeah. *smiles more* So, we should be good then… *leans over and kisses Puck’s cheek with her messy face still and then laughs*

Puck: *smiles and kisses Quinn again* Good, but really with the girls, I don’t have a lot of time to do that. So don’t worry. You didn’t marry a pothead or anything.

Quinn: Good. *finishes eating s’more*

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Honestly, that is such a relief, because I’m not sure if I could get behind it if she did smoke often. But on occasion, I can deal with.

[Scene opens to Mercedes and Sam in their suite getting ready for their first activity of their Honeymoon.]

Mercy: Okay since this is an all day thing I want to make sure we have everything they recommend.*packing their bag for the day, she goes off the check list* Towels, sunscreen, change of clothes, closed shoes that can get wet and it says a bathing suit is a must so I am glad I bought a new one. Camera, which is waterproof so yay for that. Poncho? They have those at the gift shop… it also says to bring money and we shouldn’t bring valuables… is there anything else we should pack? Maybe we should put our rings somewhere safe like the safe in the room, I don’t want to lose it.

Sam: A half of Valium for your nerves.  And a partridge in a pear tree.  (Laughs) No seriously, I think that’s everything. Ready to go?  Do you always pack like this or does something have you on edge?

Mercy: Haha funny *looks at him* Its a little of both, we are gonna be gone pretty much all day so I want to make sure we have everything we need, plus its on the list of things we need. And then I have never been Kayaking before and well I just learned how to swim a few years ago, so all of this is out of my comfort zone,

Sam: So that’s it… I know you were nervous that’s why I suggested the Valium. But why did you just learn to swim. I’m pretty much a human fish myself.

Mercy: Because water and I have a hate/hate relationship… *she looked at Sam shaking her head* When Michael and I were 8 we went to this beach with the family. I was fine playing in the shallow end while my brothers had gone really far out, I didn’t think the water was deep because they were standing with their chest out of the water. After they yelled for me to come join them, I gave in and did, but what I didn’t know was that they were standing on some rocks. Since I was not able to stay above the water and I almost drowned. So I stayed away from water after that. I also think that is when they went crazy trying to over protect me.

Sam: *Leans against the dresser as she spoke.* I’m sorry, that sounds awful.  We could do something else. Go to the museum, or horseback riding?

Mercy: *Grabs the bag and walks closer to him.* No, I want to do this…though we are definitely going horseback riding. Now are you coming Evans or are you gonna chicken out?

Sam:  Chicken out? Me?  Never. *Walks out of the room behind Mercedes.*

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Last night was great.  We explored the hotel, and spent time walking and talking on the beach.  We couldn’t decide what to do first, I wanted to go kayaking, and Mercedes wanted to see the rain forest.  Turns out we’re going to do both today. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better in Mercedes, she is actually going out of her personal comfort zone to go kayaking with me which is amazing.  Her try attitude is unbelievable.  Especially for one who has been so sheltered.

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[Scene opens to show Sam and Mercy sitting on the bus as they are taken to their first location. then it skips ahead showing them walk through  the National Forest and information center. Next scene opens and they are coming up to the waterfall. There were a few other couples with them so each one went off on their own to explore the beauty of it.]

Mercy: *takes out her camera and snaps a picture of the waterfall in front of them.* This reminds me a bit of when I lived in Colorado. Every saturday morning when we were younger, my dad would take my brothers and me hiking. And there was this one trail with a waterfall. I never had the nerve to get in it but I thought it was so beautiful.

Sam: You grew up in Colorado.  Wow.  Do you ski?

Mercy: *nodding* I do, my parents are part owners in a Ski Lodge, I like water when its frozen, do you ski?

Sam: So, flying down a mountain on frozen snow is okay.  I’m shocked.  *he shrugs* No, I don’t but I’d like to learn. *stands taking off his sunglasses, hat and shirt throwing them on top of their pack*  What are you waiting for, let’s go.

Mercy: What do you mean what am I waiting for? What should I be- holy hell thats your chest? *turns from Sam blushing* I didn’t mean it like that i just… *turns back to Sam* Well damn I know how you felt when you saw my booty now.

Sam: *Crosses his arms over his chest.* Yeah, my nipples are a bit lopsided.  *raises an eyebrow at her.* Ohhhh, *shakes his head* When I said don’t peek in our room, I didn’t mean it.  Come on we have a waterfall to conquer.

Mercy: Boo with a body like that no one even notices that. *shrugs still staring at his chest* Yea well I am a good girl and if we are asked not to peek we don’t peek. *hesitating for a moment she sighed, removing her shorts first and then stopping at her shirt.* Maybe I should keep this on, you know just cause…

Sam:  Oh yes they would. Kids are cruel.  You my wife are a rare breed. The last good girl. *perplexed* I’m your husband, and I’ve been waiting to see your ass all day.  Lose the shirt. *Smiles*

Mercy: Well I am sorry kids are so cruel, you don’t deserve that. And I might not be the last good girl, there might be a few out there. *chews her bottom lip* I just feel a little self conscious you know? This is a new suit and the only one they had that wasn’t too be or too small and its a little bold…and red…

Sam: It’s fine, what doesn’t kill you. Right? *He shrugs* Nope, you’re the last one.  I checked.  *swats away a fly. nods* I understand, it’s up to you.

Mercy: Well then lucky you right? *sighs, closing her eyes and pulling off her shirt, tossing it on top of his.* When in Rome right?

Sam: Yes, I am lucky they paired us. Very lucky.  *He claps, walking over to Mercedes he takes her hand* You look amazing. *Kisses her softly.*

Mercy: *accepts his kiss and smiles* So thats what it takes to get a kiss from you? I gotta take my shirt off? *she teased.* I have been waiting for you to kiss me all day

Sam: Well taking your shirt off helps.  But you never have to wait.  You should take what’s yours. *Kisses her again, then moves towards the falls.*

Mercy: So are you saying that you are mines? Cause that is pretty awesome. *follows after Sam taking his hand and getting into the water.* Its so beautiful, so peaceful out here.

Sam: Hmm, that’s kind of the definition of being husband and wife right. *Sam walks her closer to the falls.* Mhm, nothing to worry about here.

Mercy: Yeah but there is a difference you know?  Between me thinking it and you saying it. *looks at the falls, the Sam.* Are you taking me to the actual falls? Like up close and personal?

Sam: *Shakes head* Yes, I’m completely sure.  *Makes it to the base of the falls.  Water cascades down his head and shoulders. Shaking his hair out.* Come in, the water’s great.  

Mercy: Ummm are you sure about this?

Sam: *Shakes head* Yes, I’m completely sure.  *Makes it to the base of the falls.  Water cascades down his head shoulder. Shaking his hair out.* Come on.

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Okay so I have a legit fear here, but I am trying. This marriage is a symbol of a new me, one who faces fears and takes chances and that, is what I am doing now.

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Mercy: *takes a deep breath and follows him.* Don’t let go of my hand…

Sam: *turns her around, placing her back to his front.  Then he walks them both back into the spray.*  

Mercy: *screams as the water hit her but continues to walk until they are under the waterfall. Runs her hand over her face and hair, wiping her eyes.*

Sam: *lets the current push them back out Into the pool.*  Now was that so bad?

Mercy: *looks at him shaking her head* Not bad at all…

Sam: *letting her go.* Good  *Sam dunked himself then pushed himself back towards the fall.*  Now catch me if you can.

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I don’t know what it is about Sam, that just, he makes you think you can do anything, conquer it all.  I guess in a way I can. Our Honeymoon has just started and already we are having such a great time. It makes me look forward to the rest of our lives. This whole day, between the waterfalls and hiking trails, has been so refreshing, and eye opening and I am finding myself able to do things I didn’t think I would do, or even want to do.

Walking around St. Augustine with Kitty is like a perfect evening. We have so much in common, and she’s as intelligent as she is beautiful. I couldn’t be happier with the match.

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[Scene changes to Kitty and Jesse laying in their bed looking at each other.]

Jesse: So tell me your favorite type of flowers.

Kitty: I’ve always been fond of daffodils and tulips. I just find something beautiful about their simplicity. Why?

Jesse: Well, I can’t be married to someone and not know her favorite flower…*grins* What about your favorite color?

Kitty: Blue. Definitely blue. *laughs* Are you going to make me play twenty questions tonight?

Jesse: *chuckles* Sure, why not? Last night we were too tired to do much talking. Tonight we’re refreshed, and since we’re not intending to do anything else...why not get to know each other?

Kitty: I can agree to that. But you have to answer the questions, too. So, same question. What’s your favorite color?

Jesse: Okay deal...my favorite color is also blue. Blue similar to the color of your eyes.

Kitty: *blushes* To steal a description from one of my favorite books, your eyes remind me of the sea after a storm.

Jesse: The Princess Bride? So you’re a fairytale kind of girl, then?

Kitty: You could say that. But The Princess Bride has everything. It’s more than just a fairytale even if the overall message is that true love prevails.

Jesse: I enjoyed the movie, but I can’t say that I’ve ever read the book. Is Peter Pan your absolute favorite book or is there another?

Kitty: Peter Pan was my favorite growing up, and The Princess Bride is a favorite, too. I really like Neil Gaiman’s Stardust as well which just plays into the whole fairytale thing for me. And your favorite is?

Jesse: Growing up, I really enjoyed The Catcher In The Rye. Then, I went to college and took a fiction class that was devoted to dystopian texts. I read 1984, and I couldn’t put it down.

Kitty: I was never big on 1984. I just couldn’t get into it when I had to read it in high school. But I can get behind a good dystopian novel. I can’t keep them on the shelves at work.

Jesse: I’ll put a pin in discussing how you can possibly dislike a work of fiction that remains revolutionary in its vision even beyond the year 1984, and ask what you do for a living.

Kitty: I’m a teen library specialist. I would say librarian, but I can’t really claim that title until I go to grad school and get my masters in library science. But I help run the teen room at the library, and it’s a pretty great gig most of the time.

Jesse: Okay, but what exactly do you do when you say run the teen room?

Kitty: Most days, it’s just signing out wii controllers for the gaming system we have for them to play at the library and making computer passes, but I also give out book recommendations and help to create and run programs for teens in the community.

Jesse: The library has definitely changed since I was a teen. Though, I admit that if my local librarian looked like you and not a witch from a storybook, I’d probably have kept going. *chuckles* I kid, but seriously, your work sounds like it’s important and admirable.

Kitty: It’s been really eye opening for me in the sense that I’m realizing what a charmed life I had growing up compared to some of these kids.

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Giving back to the community wasn’t actually on my questionnaire in an ideal mate, but the fact that she just does as a job is incredible.

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Jesse: *nods* I know. My company has been donating computers and software to various schools in the more underprivileged areas.

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So, he makes good money, he’s incredibly attractive, and he gives back to the community? I would like to thank the scientists who matched us, God, and also Jesus because this guy is almost too good to be true.

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Kitty: So, what do you do for fun when you’re not being in charge of your fancy, high-tech company?

Jesse: Well, let’s see...I love to hike. I’m addicted to doing crosswords on my phone. I read the newspaper everyday. I enjoy baseball, but I will watch football as well. I feel like this i the most difficult question to answer. I feel like I’m forgetting so many things. What about you, Miss Teen Librarian Specialist?

Kitty: Well, I read a lot. Obviously. *laughs* And I’m big on yoga. My best friend got me interested in musical theater when we were younger, but I wouldn’t say that I’m as obsessed with it as she is. Occasionally, I have been known to play a videogame or two partially because of the storytelling aspect and partially because then I know the kinds of things my teens are interested in. And, I’m a board game junkie. I also used to be a cheerleader, so I still hold a love of football in my heart, but I don’t really follow any specific teams or have any favorites. I know I’m probably forgetting a lot of things, but that’s me off the top of my head.

Jesse: I’ve only been to a handful of yoga classes. It’s not really my thing, but I do love Broadway. I did a lot of musicals growing up. I’m fairly certain my mother was hoping that I’d end up with a career on the stage, but life just didn’t work out that way. I have gotten a lot more into video games since starting a tech company than I used to be, but like you, I prefer board games. I like college football over pro, and I’m partial to UNC for obvious reasons, but I grew up loving Ohio State. So I’m partial to them as well.

Kitty: My family has always been a big fan of the New York Giants, so I still have a mild love of their team. I didn’t really ever watch college football until I moved down here and saw how popular it was, so I’ve only ever really watch UNC games at the college level. And now that I know more about you, I need to know what your favorite musical and favorite board game are.

Jesse: We’ll have to take in a game. *reaches out to poke her side playfully* My favorite musical is Guys and Dolls as far as classics go, and I’m a big fan of The Book of Mormon, even though it’s irreverent. My favorite board game is Betrayal at House on the Hill. What about you?

Kitty: *giggles and pushes his hand away* Book of Mormon is pretty great as far as most modern musicals go. I have a weird love of modern musicals that take place in the past, so Newsies and Catch Me If You Can are big faves of mine. I will always be partial to Bye Bye Birdie as well. And I think the similarities between us are getting almost too crazy because I love Betrayal at House on the Hill, too. My brother bought it for me last Christmas, and we roped my sister and brother-in-law into playing it with us multiple times that week.

Jesse: Most people have no idea what I'm talking about when I mention that game. I was sure I would have to explain it. That's just fantastic. *smiles* I'm thoroughly impressed that we were matched. So far I'm having a great time.

Kitty: I am, too. I was honestly convinced that I’d end up hating whoever I was matched with, and, for the first time in my life, I’m happy to say that I was wrong about something.

Jesse: Well, I'm happy to hear that you don't hate me. I will count that as a big plus…I think we can call it a night on the twenty questions. I'm getting tired.

Kitty: Agreed. And we’ll need to get some sleep anyway if we want to make the most of this honeymoon. *smiles* But I do expect a goodnight kiss first.

Jesse: *smiles back at her before moving close enough to kiss her slow and deep before pulling back* Goodnight, Mrs. St. James.

Kitty: Goodnight, Mr. St. James.

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[Scene opens with Jesse and Kitty heading into the St. Augustine Pirate & Treasure Museum.]

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Today, we’re going to the St. Augustine Pirate and Treasure Museum. It’s not something I would usually pick for myself, but my wife seems very excited about it. So I’m keeping an open mind.

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How could you not want to go somewhere as cool as a museum dedicated to pirates? It’s almost too appropriate for us after I gave Jesse a copy of Peter Pan before our wedding.

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Kitty: I feel like my inner six year old is going to have a heart attack from the excitement right now. I would have killed to get to go to a place like this back then.

Jesse: *chuckles, taking her hand* Well then, by all means, let us indulge six-year-old Kitty.

Kitty: Should we take one of the group tours? Or should we just go through on our own? I’m not sure which would be better. I mean, I think they’re most likely geared toward children, but it might be fun to act like kids for a day.

Jesse: Both options hold merit. I will let it be lady’s choice because I’m game for either. Which appeals to you more?

Kitty: *smiles at her husband* I think we should take the group tour. Just to get the full experience and make the most out of this educational fun.

Jesse: Let’s do that.

[Scene shifts to the couple touring with families, looking at the main deck and then watching the Disney’s Blackbeard Show, before firing a cannon.]

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Today has been kind of amazing. I never take the time to just do things like this. I forget how fun it can be to just let go, and my wife...I’m still not over saying that...my wife just is one of the most fun people I’ve ever met.

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Do you know how great it is to be unafraid to be yourself in front of someone? With any of the guys that I’ve dated in the past, I never would have allowed myself to do anything like this that’s usually perceived as childish. But, with my new, amazing husband, I can allow myself to get excited over these little things. I don’t have to hide that side of me from him, and it’s such a relief to just be me.

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[Kitty and Jesse are shown exiting the museum together.]

Kitty: Thank you so much for agreeing to coming here with me. *smiles* I had a really wonderful time. So what do you say to us heading back to the hotel to rest a little bit before we get ready for dinner?

Jesse: You don’t have to thank me. I want to be an active participant in things you like if I can be. *smiles back* Plus, I really like when you do that cute squealy thing you do when you’re happy. It was positively adorable. I’m good with heading to dinner after a nice long nap.

Kitty: *blushes* I do not squeal. I think you imagined that part.

Jesse: I did not. It was really cute. *leans in and kisses her cheek* Now, about that nap…

Kitty: *smirks* I think you’ve definitely earned a makeout session before that nap after how wonderful you were today. So lead the way back to our room.

KELLY: *walks over using her crutches*

BRITTANY: Chicken! *turns to Santana* Chicken this is my wife, Santana. Wife, this is my little sister Kelly.

KELLY: ‘Sup *nods her head upward* So you married my sister? You see these crutches these are lethal weapons. *squints eyes looking very serious before laughing* I’m totally just messing with you. Welcome to the family and all that Jazz. Britt’s the best so consider yourself very lucky, but you’ll figure that out eventually. *sticks her tongue out and smiles at her sister*

[Santana smiles at Brittany and her sister’s interaction and holds a hand out for Kelly to take.]

SANTANA: I can already tell she’s special. *looks at Brittany* I will do my best for her.

WHITNEY: *walks up and glares at her youngest daughter before turning to smile at Santana* Are you scaring our new daughter-in-law? *moves into hug her newest family member.* You look so beautiful, sweetheart. I hope you and my Brittany are good to one another. My husband is around here somewhere but he is already a fan of yours. *smiles*

SANTANA: *returns Whitney’s hug, then pulls away to speak* Oh, really? Thank you! And what have I done to earn his favor, so quickly?

WHITNEY: Because our Britt looked so happy up there with you. Anyone who can put a smile on our daughters’ faces like that automatic favorites. *smiles softly*

[Mack sneaks up behind Brittany and wraps an arm around her shoulders.]

“THE” MACK: Hi. I’m the Mack. You treat my girl well, alright? You got some long legs. Be sure to wrap them around Tana, often. You got me?

BRITTANY:*without much thought or care about who it is leans into the hug* Hello. *turns and smiles* I’m Brittany! It’s nice to meet you. And I will do my best! *salutes with a serious expression before looking down at her own legs and smiling* I totally got you. It’s a deal!

[Pierce finally walks over after his wife and youngest daughter have walked away.]

PIERCE: *moves quickly over to Brittany’s side* I can find your mother. Have you seen there are some cookies over there and they are amazing. *nods and looks to the table the cookies are placed in*

BRITTANY: Dad! *points not-so-discreetly to Santana* Wife, this is my dad Pierce Pierce.  Dad this is the hottie I married, Santana! *claps excitedly*

PIERCE: Sorry Rabbit, you should go try those cookies *whispers before turning to Santana* Daughter! *wraps Santana in a warm hug* it’s nice to finally meet you. Brittany had told us nothing about you. *laughs at his own joke* You ladies enjoy yourselves.  I’m going to get some more cookies. *turns back to Brittany* When you see your mother again tell her I need her purse.

SANTANA: It’s nice to meet you Pierce. Or Mister Pierce. Your wife just ran off with your other daughter.

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Her family is very sweet… I’m just glad none of them are gonna meet my abuela.

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PIERCE: You can call me dad! Or Senior daddy-O. Uh, or Pierce whatever you want. *hugs Santana and kisses her on the cheek* I’ll save you some cookies.

[Santana bursts into laughter.]

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Never, have I found cultural ignorance more adorable, in my life.

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SANTANA: Cookies? Yes, please, Senior Daddy-O!

[Victor saunters over.]

VICTOR: Brittany! I thought I’d come to meet you, before my wife latches her claws on to you. I’m Victor, Santana calls me Papa, but you can call me what you like. *opens his arms to invite a hug*

BRITTANY: *wraps her arms tightly around her new father-in-law* It’s nice to meet you, Papa Victor! And Thanks for Santana. *Looks at Santana with a bright smile* I can already tell you and your wife did a good job.

VICTOR: Well, I’d like to think so. *hugs Santana* You be good to her, Mija!

BRITTANY: *smiles at the sweet interaction between Santana and her dad* Oh I bet she will, Papa Victor. *winks at Santana*

SANTANA: Papa, aren’t you supposed to be telling that to her?

VICTOR: Maybe, so. But I told you. *winks and walks off*

[Santana rolls her eyes and grabs her wife by her waist and holds her close.]

SANTANA: Come on! Let’s go find our seats. Then I have to get changed into my suit. Dresses are not really my thing.

BRITTANY: *rests the tips of her fingers gently on Santana’s wrist* Oh yeah, we should sit there are toasts and stuff to get and food! I’m starving. Aaaannnd I get to shove cake in your face. *another wink before she turns taking Santana’s hand in her own and tugging Santana toward their table.* I can’t wait to see your suit. You’re really beautiful so you could probably wear a sack and look awesome but suits are super sexy.  

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You know what suit is the sexiest, birthday suit. I bet my … wife *giggles* looks amazing in hers. *waggles brow*

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SANTANA: That, they are. They also make me feel powerful. So do beautiful women. *leans in to whisper something inaudible, in Brittany’s ear*

BRITTANY: *bites her lip and smiles* You should probably go change then. Powerful woman are my favorite to dance with, and I plan on making you dance with me soon.

[Santana scurries off and returns after an amount of time, in a grey suit. She makes her way toward Brittany and strikes a pose, hands on her hips, with all her weight thrown to one side.]

SANTANA: Whatcha think, wifey?

BRITTANY: You look… *licks her lips and smirks* pretty good, wife. *giggles* And by that I mean so hot I can’t even stand it.

SANTANA: *scoffs* Pretty good? You mean, I spent forever looking for the blouse that shows just the right amount of cleavage, *leans forward to display herself* and these pants that make my ass pop, *turns around to demonstrate* and you think I look “pretty good”? *she sounds upset, but keeps a smile on her face, as she speaks*

BRITTANY: *eyes Santana as she puts herself on display then smirks* I think … *licks her lips* I think you’re so beautiful it almost makes my eyes hurt. It doesn’t matter if you have a particular amount of cleavage showing or if your pants are hugging that very nice ass of yours just right or not, you’ll be so beautiful I can barely stand it.

SANTANA: *smirks* That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. *sits on Brittany’s lap*

[Carmen stands with mic in hand gives her speech. She wipes away tears before handing the mic to Kelly]

KELLY: Yo people. So, this is kind of a unique situation. I always knew I’d be giving a speech at my sister’s wedding, but I thought I would definitely also know her spouse extremely well, since I have been vetting Britt’s significant others since she was allowed to date. This time my big sister chose some other people to take care of that, so I guess my job is to just be all supportive, and that I can definitely do. To my sister I just want to say… I love you so much. I am so happy that you are taking this leap to find your happiness, because you deserve it more than anyone else I know. You have sacrificed so much of your childhood and young adult fun to take care of your silly sick sister and you never complain or show any resentment. You just smile and make me think that everything is going to work out, *sniffles* well, today I am here to tell you everything is going to work out, you’re going to get your happy ending, Rabbit. And to my new sister. I want to say thank you for signing up for this thing and entering my sister’s life at a time I know she could really use a person to love. She has the biggest heart that always has room to love more, but she can also get out of hand from time to time, so if you ever need help reigning her in just give me a call. I know all the tricks. Welcome to our very… eccentric family, Santana. I hope you and Britt have a lifetime filled with happiness and that you realize I’ll be around regularly to eat your food, so keep that fridge stocked.

[Santana laughs and holds Brittany against her, from her seat on her lap. Once Kelly finishes with the mic, Mack grabs it and smiles.]

“THE” MACK: Haha, so me and Tana met a few years ago, 5 or 6. Maybe 7. Damn, time flies. Anyways, we met at a… party, so to speak. And Santana was the life of it.

SANTANA: Dios mio! *hides face in Brittany’s hair* She is NOT telling that story.

BRITTANY: *wraps her arms snugly around Santana’s waist* OOoo story time! I can’t wait to hear this!

(The Mack continues her speach)

[Cuts to Brittany and Santana sitting at the table talking]

BRITTANY: *looks from Santana to the dance floor then back again* Are you having a good time? It’s your wedding reception, you should have fun, even if you married a stranger.

SANTANA: *runs her fingers through Brittany’s hair and down her neck, as she speaks* I’m having a very pleasing time. It might be because I happened to marry a beautiful stranger.

BRITTANY: *bit her lip and smiled* Good. I’m having fun too. I like when everyone fawns over me. I should get married more often. This world has plenty of stranger hotties in it. *giggles* Though I think I sort of want to keep you. *pecks Santana’s nose* I could keep you forever.

SANTANA: *kisses Brittany hard, and after a few seconds, pulls away, keeping their faces together* Forever? You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep. That means you’re mine, *growls quietly* forever. You think you can handle that?

BRITTANY: *kisses Santana back and is a slightly dazed for a bit* I don’t make promises I can’t keep! I said could. I don’t know you well enough yet to say definitely, but your lips taste really good and you smell sweet and I like the way your arms feel around me, so your to a good start, Mrs. Lopez. *smiles brightly* You should ask me to dance.

SANTANA: *smiles, as well and looks around, before standing and outstretching a hand at Brittany* May I have this dance, my lady.

BRITTANY: *takes the hand offered and stands. She does a little curtsy and giggles* Let’s do this! Let’s make them all jealous. *winks*

SANTANA: *laughs* Of course. *drags Brittany, by the hand, to the dancefloor* I hope you can keep up. I’ve taken a couple of classes.

BRITTANY: *smirks before wrapping her arms around Santana’s waist and brings their faces closely together*  You’re cute. Did you know that? *kisses the tip of Santana’s nose.* I’ll give you some real lessons later, but first I just want to sway with you pressed against me, if that’s okay with you.

SANTANA: Of course, I’m cute. You married me. *smirks* As you wish, my wife. *wraps arms around Brittany’s midsection and pulls her as close as possible, then even closer, pressing herself closely to Brittany, then relaxing* You feel just as nice as you look. You give dance lessons?

BRITTANY - Yeah, but I didn’t know you were cute, some science guys picked you for me. *eyes Santana with a small smile* I’m going to send them a thank you fruit bouquet. *laughs as she moves her arms to rest around Santana’s shoulders as the pair swayed rhythmically.*  I don’t, but I’m like the best dancer you’ll ever meet. I could probably hypnotize you with the way I move my body, so I’m sure I could teach you a thing or two.

SANTANA: *bites her lip* The way your body moves already hypnotizes me.

BRITTANY: *smirks* Good. *buries her face in the crook of Santana’s neck as she hums along to the music.*

SANTANA: *sighes heavily and runs her fingers through Brittany’s hair* Your hair is very soft.

BRITTANY: *lifts her head slightly* I use fabric softener in it. *rests her head against Santana’s neck again and smiles against her neck.*

SANTANA: *pulls back, slightly, and looks at Brittany, with a confused look, still playing with her hair, idly* Fabric softener?

BRITTANY: *smiles and shrugs* Yuh huh. *pulls Santana back in* Don’t forget, I get to shove cake in your face when this dance is over!

SANTANA: You can shove whatever you like, in my face. *kisses Brittany’s neck, lightly* But I think I’m okay with just this, for a while.

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Ugh! I was being so sappy and I just wanted to punch myself, but I couldn’t even care, because my wife was so f***ing adorable, I couldn’t stand it.

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BRITTANY - That’s what she said. *smiles wickedly* I like this too. I don’t mind staying like this for a while. *holds Santana closer.*

[They sway slowly, for a while. Eventually the song comes to an end and Santana kisses Brittany’s lips, deliberately and passionately.]

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Boy oh boy can that girl kiss. If this is how she kisses a stranger wife, wait until she gets to know how completely awesome and sexy I am she won’t be able to keep her hands off me. *smirks*

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[Music plays as the screen shows shots of the guest enjoying themselves spliced with the couple laughing and Brittany smashing cake Santana’s face before kissing the corner of the woman’s mouth. Santana pulls Brittany in, and deepens the kiss, only to shove her own handful into Brittany’s face, when she pulls away.]

[A montage of guests dancing and eating]

Puck: *introduces Quinn to her mother and sister*

Esther: *gives Quinn a hug* Hello Quinn, welcome to the family, and mazel...you looked absolutely beautiful.

Quinn: Thank you.

Sarah: *hugs Quinn* Hi sis, it's nice to meet you. Hopefully, you can keep this one on a tight leash.

Quinn: *laughs and looks at Puck*

Puck: *rolls her eyes* Shut up. You're gonna scare her off. *looks over at her daughters* This is Hannah, and this is Iva. Girls this is Quinn Fa-Fabray. Fabray.

Hannah: *moves in to give Quinn a hug* Hi, welcome to the family. It's nice to finally meet you. You look like so pretty.

Quinn: *nods at Puck, then hugs Hannah* It’s nice to meet you too, Hannah. You look very pretty yourself.

Iva: *gives Quinn a hug* I hope you're not an evil stepmother because I don't do windows or floors.

Quinn: *gives Iva a quick hug and laughs, shakes head* I’m not evil, it’ll just be making beds and cleaning toilets for you. *laughs again*

Iva: *narrows her gaze and gives a little pout* I guess that’s okay.... *makes a face at her mother*

Puck: *laughs and shakes her head* I’m sure she’s just teasing, Ives. *looks over to Quinn and winks* Though, you probably should make your bed everyday.

Iva: I will if you will.

Puck: *laughs again* Okay, point.

Quinn: *laughs* I was only kidding, don’t worry, Iva.

[Russell and Judy Fabray come over and Quinn steps closer to them, introducing them quickly to Puck’s mother and sister first briefly for short hellos.]

Quinn: Puck, these are my parents, Russell and Judy. My sister, Francine, couldn’t, um, be here today. This is your daughter-in-law, Norah Puckerman, but Puck is fine.

Judy: *crisply* Puck. *extends a hand to shake Puck’s*

Russell: It’s nice to meet you. *extends a hand to Puck as well*

Puck: *stands and shakes both of their hands* It’s nice to meet you both.

Quinn: And these are Puck’s daughters, my stepdaughters, Hannah, is the oldest, and Iva. *stops Hannah from hugging Judy*

Judy: It’s nice to meet you both, girls.

Russell: Iva? What’s that? Greek?

Puck: It’s actually Hebrew, but there’s probably some crossover somewhere.

Iva: Yeah, we’re Jewish.

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Brrrr...did it just get a little icy in here?

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Russell: *nods slightly* Well, we raised Quinn Catholic. Her last marriage was in a church.

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He just… yeah, he did.

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Puck: Well that’s not a bad thing. We respect other people’s religions. *moves quickly to grab Iva before she can say anything else* I don’t know anything about Catholics. So I guess we’ll just have a lot to teach each other. But...wait last marriage? *looks over at Quinn* You were married before?

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That man is rude. I don’t care if he is my new Grandpa.

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Quinn: *frowns, takes in a breath and nods* Yes, yeah, I was, but it didn’t work.

Judy: It was literally over just last week.

Quinn: *to Puck* The divorce finalized. It had been over for much longer than that. *to Judy* Please, stop.

Judy: Your…*frowns* wife should know the truth, Quinn. She should know exactly what she’s getting into.

Quinn: *to Judy, speaking low* You are ruining my wedding day.

Russell: Your second wedding day.

Quinn: *visibly upset, to Puck* I’m sorry.

[Quinn turns and heads out of the barn. Once outside, she moves off to the side and takes in a few deep breaths, trying not to cry. She gains some composure]

Puck: *looks at Quinn’s parents* Well that was kinda unnecessary., especially since I don’t actually care. I was just surprised. Why would you try to be anything but happy for your daughter? That was really crappy. So I’m gonna go find my wife and make sure she’s okay.

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*just looks at the camera for a long moment before groaning and shaking her head* Seriously what the f*ck was that? What is happening right now? They are so lucky that they’re my new in-laws or I’d kick them out.

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[Puck heads in the direction Quinn went out of the barn, looking around for a bit before she finds Quinn and walks over to where she is]

Puck: *touches her arm* Hey, are you okay?

[Quinn turns when Puck’s touches her arm and nods quickly. She waves her hand dismissively.]

Quinn: Yeah. Thanks. *offers a smile* Just embarrassed. You didn’t sign up for them when you signed up for this, that’s for sure. *lets out a breath* They’re just acting like as--jerks because of this, all of this, and I should have known. So. Sorry. *offers another tight smile*

Puck: You don’t have to be embarrassed. It wasn’t your fault. They shouldn’t have done that, and I’m gonna say we’re kind of even. I have kids, and you were married before...well I see why we were paired. *chuckles lightly* This is already a more exciting start to our marriage than I’d been expecting. *steps a little closer* I don’t care...for the record. I mean if you were meant to be with me then obviously wasn’t going to work for the last...girl? Guy?

Quinn: *smiles more and takes another step closer to Puck. nods* Yeah, I guess we are even. I guess they really did do a good job pairing us… *meets Puck’s eye* Guy. And yeah, we’d been trying--I’d been trying to make a marriage work that was broken up years ago, to be honest. *reaches out to take Puck’s hand and draws her even closer* But I suppose if my parents don’t make you want to run for the hills, we’ve got a good thing going. *laughs softly*

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Really, anyone that can handle my parents deserves an award. If she can deal with that and not even be bothered by it, then this girl’s a keeper. One hundred percent.

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[Scene moves to later in the evening with Puck on stage with her guitar and the band behind her.]

Puck: So...I guess I should start this off by explaining that I think myself a songwriter.. *some of the guests groan goodnaturedly* Hush, you guys know I’m boss on the guitar. *laughs a little* Anyway, I’ve been working on this song for months, and this seemed like the perfect venue to debut it. So...Quinn, this is the first time I’ve let anyone hear it, and I hope you like it. And even if you think it sucks, be a good wife and lie and stroke my ego anyway.  *winks at Quinn and then looks behind her to count the band in*

[Quinn watches Puck perform, staring with a slightly surprised, happy expression on her face.]

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I didn’t know she could sing. I mean, obviously I didn’t know, but I mean… she’s amazing. I didn’t realize I wanted someone who can sing like that. She’s talented, I love that.

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[When the song finishes, Quinn goes to the stage and signals Puck to come closer to her. She tugs on her vest to bring her lower and leans up to kiss her as the guests clink their glasses and clap and cheer.]

Puck: So you liked it? *kisses Quinn again*

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She liked the song. Score one for Puck.

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[Scenes go on to show Hannah reading the “7 Blessings” and Sarah giving a speech.]

Hannah: *stands after Sarah sits down* Okay so my mom doesn’t know that I wrote this because I wanted it to be a surprise because she’s always surprising us. *looks over at her mother with a smile before she glances at the paper in her hand* Mom, when you told us you were getting married I was surprised for two reasons. One, you always said you’d never get married, that you were “married to being a mom” whatever that meant. Two, because you said you were marrying  stranger. We always expect you to do the craziest things like that time you jumped on Dad’s back at Walmart and made him carry you around the store for the rest of the day. Or that time you bought an ice cream cone and asked Iva if she believed in unicorns and then smashed it on her head to give her a horn. But this is like a whole new level of crazy, even for you. But I’ve also never seen you this excited to do anything, and you like have no doubt that this is gonna work out. The fact that you believe that so much makes me believe in it too. If anyone could make a love story out of marrying a stranger, it’s you.

*looks over at Quinn* I know we just met you, and we don’t really know each other yet, but I think it’s really cool that you married my mom. I hope you’re ready to go out into the yard at midnight and try to count the stars, and I hope you really like riding ATVs and weird movies. If not, you’re gonna be in for a lot of that. My mom really loves all of those things. She also thinks she’s really funny, and sometimes she is. Just don’t let her know you think she’s funny, or she’ll just get weirder and weirder. *pauses for the laughter from the guests* She’s also really strong and really smart. She’s a really good mom, and I hope you’ll think she’s a good wife. I mean I’m sure she will be, but I get to leave for college in six or seven years. And you’ll be stuck with her for way longer. *laughs and holds up her glass of sparkling cider* To my mom and Quinn, mazel tov!

Puck: *grins brightly as she walks over and gives Hannah a big hug, kissing her forehead*

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I’ve got a really great kid.

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I just feel… very lucky. I thought today, I would be getting a wife. But I’m getting a family. I’m getting a wife and two daughters and… I don’t think I could find anyone else in the world right now that feels as lucky and happy as I do now.

[Scene opens to Mercedes and Sam walking into the Reception Hall, being greeted with a round of applause by their friends and family. They are led over to their designated table, and Sam pulls out Mercedes chair for her as they both take their seats.]

Mercy: *grabs her glass of water and looks over at Sam, as she took a drink.* I think throughout the night we really need to play like 20 questions, because I keep looking at this ring, which by the way is very beautiful, and I am like I don’t even know my husband’s favorite color or what he does for a living, and that doesn’t seem right. *smiling she glances towards her family seeing them happily talking away.*

Sam *leans in, placing his ear closer to Mercedes’ lips. Then nods.* I like that Idea.  But we are going to need a lot more than 20 questions. *he laughs* Let’s see…  to answer the first two questions, my favorite color is blue. -Aqua blue.  And I run my own remodeling and design firm. *follows her gaze* They really do seem nice. I can tell you J… Oh man, I know it starts with “J” Don’t tell me.  The Jones! *grins toothily. * I’m right, right.  It’s Jones.  

Mercy: *smiles brightly.* You own your business? Wow I guess they really did think we would be a great match. I own my own Bakery. Oh and my favorite colors are pink and purple. Yes it is Jones and they are amazing, but I am sure the Evans clan is just as amazing.

Sam: Yeah, sometimes. *He smiled* I guess they did. I can’t wait to find out what else we have in common.  *Looked at her skeptically.* So, you actually made those cookies? They were great! *Pats his stomach.* I am going to gain soooo, much weight.  Pink and Purple? Girly, girl… I bet you’ve have kitten and rainbow throw pillows everywhere? *He laughs teasingly* It’s more the Evans trio. *Pointing out both woman. * It’s just my mom, sister and I. They are pretty good gals. I like’em. You know what? *takes Mercedes hand.* Let’s go meet them.

Mercy: *nodded proudly* I did make them from scratch. And I am glad you liked them, I hope you liked all your gifts, I tend to like do “too” much sometimes so be prepared for that. Do you cook? And No! I love the colors and I think I look hot in them but my tastes are better than that, I mean i like to keep it modern and simple for the most part. Though… *she leaned in closer to him* the outside of my store is like a subtle pink with brown mixed in. *he took her hand and she looked at him nervously, she was not prepared to meet his mom but she sucked it up anyways and followed him to greet her and his sister.*

Sam: *nods in adoration* I did! *he shows her the cufflinks.* These and the socks were a great touch, thank you. *Patting the back of her hand.*  That’s sweet of you, but you don’t need to overdo it for me.  Okay… I’m a pretty simple guy with simple tastes. *His eyebrows lowered as she insists her house is modern.* Sure… *shakes his head No.*  I’ll believe it when I see it.  Is your store here in Charlotte?

Mercy: I am glad that you enjoyed them, and in reality I only over do it on special occasions. And before I forget, I really love this necklace, it was exactly what I needed today. *at his teasing she pouted playfully* You will see it and you will eat your words! As for my shop? Yes its here, my Aunt used to own this restaurant and once she decided to retire, my parents bought the building for me and I moved here.

*Sam weaves them through the semi crowded room.  He is forced to take a slower pace, as the guest enjoying the reception, halt their progress to wish them well or meet, either the bride or groom. Luckily, his Mother and sister intercept them.*

Sabrina: Did you really think you were going to make it over to us easily?

Sam: Hush, we were getting there. *He chuckles.* And before my sister can say another word, Mercedes Jones. This is my mother, Joanna Evans. *Throwing her in as an afterthought.*  And the loud one is my sister Sabrina. *he grumbles.*

Joanna: *Reached out taking Mercedes hand.*  You are lovely, my dear.  It’s nice to meet you. *She gave Mercedes a kind but tight smile.*  I have to ask, why did you decide to participate in this…. experiment?  

Sabrina: Mom!

Joanna: Sabrina! *glancing at her daughter.* You know I have a curious mind.  I didn’t offend you did I dear? *Gives Mercedes hand a little squeeze.*

Mercy: I don’t mind at all! I am happy to answer. *looks at Sabrina then Joanna*. I grew up in a very family oriented environment, one filled with so much love. And I always thought I would find someone who was a perfect for me. And honestly, instead of the perfect guy, I was met with users, losers and well one was an actual boozer! I didn’t have any luck on my end, so I decided to take a leap of faith and see if maybe, just maybe I really did have a soulmate or “other half” out here. I know its unorthodox, and some might call it foolish, but in this day and age where you can find a date online and they aren’t screened or well, vetted completely, here at least I know that they really did their homework because I went through the same process Sam did. *gives Sam a smile.* I don’t know if this will work, if we will fall in love or just find that we are better as friends, but I am willing to put in the work to find out…

Joanna:  I’m worried my dear, for the both of you.  I totally understand your dilemma, but how can you willingly do this?  I… I lost my husband young, but I would never ever play with the sanctity of marriage the way you to are. This isn’t a game.  An I am sorry.  You seem lovely.  But dear, you can’t believe that this is going to work out. Neither, of you can. *looks at them sympathetically.*

Sam:*stares sadly at his mother. Squeezes Mercedes hand.*  Sabrina, why don’t you walk Mercedes back to our the table for me. *Takes his mother’s arm and loops around his.*

Mercy: *turns to leave but stops and looks back at Joanna* I am sorry for your loss, and I understand why you feel the way you do, you don’t know me, what kind of person I am, and you want what is best for Sam. But there are people who have known each other for years, and their relationship fails. I am choosing to have faith in this process, faith in your son, family is the most important thing to me, so I just ask that you don’t write me off and to give both Sam and I a chance to prove this can work. And I would never play with Marriage, I believe once you are in it, a marriage, you fight like hell to stay in it. *Looks at Sam for a moment before looping her arm with Sabrina’s and walking away*

Sabrina: *smiles* Sure, big brother. Don’t listen to her.  She’s only mad Sam wouldn’t let her pick his wife.

Mercy: She’s just worried, I would be too if my son did this, of course I would have to have a son but I digress.

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I should have known my mother wasn’t going to give up so easily.  She never has, and most likely never will. But wifey held her own.  I was impressed, Mercedes is in this for the long haul. And as long as she’s willing to try so am I.

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Joanna: Sam, I don’t want to hear it.  You know I’m right.

Sam: *Walks Joanna back to her table* And what does it matter now, mom?  This is done. Love or hate it, I married a stranger. Will I regret my decision? Maybe. But then again maybe, I won’t. But here is what I do know, right now, she’s a sweet woman.  Who doesn’t deserve for you to make an already tough day, tougher. Please for me, just leave it alone. Okay?  Leave it alone and just enjoy the party.

Joanna: *Huffs, falling into her seat. Gripping Sam’s hand sadly.*  Okay… *sigh* Okay, you win again.  When did you become your father? Anyway… *letting his hand go, she took a tissue from her purse* Tell her I’m sorry, I had no right.

Mercy: *sighs* So Sabrina, tell me about my new sister, I grew up with all boys so you are a breath of fresh air. *she said with a small smile.*

Sabrina: Me neither. What are the odds? We are both the babies of the family and the only girls. I see your brothers give you a hard time as well. Sam tries. *she smirks* But I get as good as I give, most of the time. Hmmm, let’s see, I’m 24, and I’m the lead interior designer at Sam’s company and my mother’s for that matter. I am currently single and… *turning to Mercedes* I really want to say.  My brother special to me, he’s my best friend, believe me if you’re good to him he’ll be good to you. As crazy as this is, Welcome to the family. And don’t worry, my mother will calm down…  eventually.  

Mercy: *takes Sabrina’s hand* Spoken like a true baby sister. I know this situation isn’t ideal but I promise you I came into this with the best intentions and I will do my best to be good to him. *reaches to the necklace Sam gave her and smiled brightly* all we can do is try. Everything else will fall into place. I believe that.

*Sam makes it back to the table just as the festivities are about to start.*

Malcolm: *stands in front of the mic and taps it softly.* If I can have everyone’s attention, please. My name is Malcolm Jones and I am Mercy’s oldest brother. We grew up in a tight knit family and, my brothers and I are not ashamed to say that we sheltered her a bit. *Richard clears his throat and Malcolm nods* Okay in truth we sheltered her a lot, because she is our baby sister, and we didn’t want the world to hurt her, to break that spirit that everyone who meets her comes to love. And now she is married and I have to say that from first impressions, I think you have the potential to be someone great for her and for that I am, we are thankful. But I don’t want to drag this long speech out, sooo Marcus and Michael if you will. *Marcus and Michael come up behind Mercedes and lifts her to the front.* Don’t worry Sam you will get her back. But this is a Jones tradition. Graduations, surgeries, heartbreaks, were never complete without a performance. So in true Jones Fashion,  and to honor this day that my beautiful baby sister got married. We have decided to sing you a song.

Mercy: *sits in the chair Marcus and Michael placed her in and shakes her head.* No! No! Please you guys… *Mercy pouts but it doesn’t deter them from getting into positions.*

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The Jones kids can all sing and we do it at the most unnecessary times… but I guess if they aren’t gonna mess up the ceremony with it I can handle the song, though as much as I was disappointed they sung “My Girl” just because its not our goodbye song.

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[The Jones boys got into position and Michael looked at the DJ who started “My Girl” and they began sing to her as they danced around her. Malcolm takes the lead as always and Michael and Marcus sing back up. Doing the actual steps from the Temptations. Everyone in the room claps along when Malcolm stops singing in the middle of the song and Mercedes looks at them wondering what was going on.]

Marcus: Mal how you gonna stop the song in the middle?

Malcolm: Cause I just realized that we are being selfish guys.

Michael: Nah i don’t have a selfish side…I got a sexy side tho. *Michael looks up and winks at the ladies.*

Mercy: Okay what are you guys doing?

Malcolm: You will always be our girl, but you are married now, which means that we have got to share you. *he nods at Marcus and Michael, and they walk over to Sam, moving him to the front and having him sit next to Mercedes.* We still aren’t 100 percent sold on you yet, but that takes time.

Mercy: *looks at Sam* Ready to run yet? *she joked* also they really weren’t kidding about the whole music comment, its a family thing…

Sam: Not yet but I’m lacing up my Jordan’s. *laughs enjoying himself* I have feeling the bros can sing.

[Ain’t No Mountain High Enough begins to play and Mercy smiles, because its a song that means a lot to her and her brothers, its their goodbye song. Soon Mercedes gets up and joins in singing with her brothers and the Jones boys try their best to let go of their little sister. Camera pans to show the guest enjoying the impromptu performance and it kicks start everyone heading to the dance floor to dance. The camera goes to Mercedes pulling Sam to the dance floor as “Marry You” Starts to play.]

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Mercy: I felt like crying in that moment because my brothers made this wedding real for me. That is our “Goodbye” Song. It lets us all know that no matter where we are, how far apart we are, that there is nothing that would stop us from being there for each other. The fact that my brothers put this together so quickly and even included Sam, it meant a lot. I love my family and I can only hope that the connection I have with my family, will be the same for Sam’s.  

[The food is being served to everyone in the room.]

MARLEY: *Cuts at her food, when there is a tapping of glasses. Looks up, surprised*

LAUREN: *Tapping glass over and over again* That means you have to kiss!

RYDER: *leans over to quickly kiss Marley on the cheek then sticks his tongue out at Lauren*

MATT: Aww, come on! What was that?

LAUREN: *Taps glass again* That ISN’T a kiss. THIS is a kiss *Lauren kisses Matt*

[Matt looks a little stunned but kisses back.]

RYDER: *laughs loudly and turns to his wife* May I?

MARLEY: *Burst out laughing, before looking over at Ryder, and nodding* Of course.

RYDER: *leans over, brushes a loose hair out of Marley’s face, and kisses her*

MARLEY: *Leans in, and placed her hand on his cheek as they kissed. Pulling back, she bit down on her lip* Hmm… That was nice. *Whispers to him* Better? *Turns to Lauren and Matt*

LAUREN: That was hot. Not as hot as us, but hot.

MATT: I couldn’t agree more.

RYDER: *softly kisses Marley’s forehead*

[Some time has passed. Marley changed into her reception dress, and a song began playing and it was time for the first dance.]

MARLEY: Oh… I love this song!

RYDER: Psh! Then what are we waiting for! *stands and holds a hand out for Marley, to take*

MARLEY: *Takes Ryder’s hand and heads to the dance floor. Wrapping her arms around his neck, they begin dancing to the song* I wanted to say you look really handsome..

RYDER: *places his hands on Marley’s hips and sways with her* Thank you. Again, I wasn’t quite sure the blue was my color, but it looked right. I’m not the best with fashion.

MARLEY: *Hums softly* “I like color.. You saw the pink in my dress, and the shoes.. It makes sense.

RYDER: I really like the pink. We coordinated our outfits and we didn’t even know it… Also, I haven’t heard this song in years. Makes me feel like singing. *smirks wider as he lifts Marley by the waist and swing her in the air, and begins singing loudly* Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be!

MARLEY: I do too, and hey! Maybe it’s meant to be! I haven’t heard it either, I love it though! *Gasps, and laughs as she holds on to Ryder as he swung her in the air when he puts her down, Marley sighs contently as she begins to sing.* Take my hand.. And my whole life too.. Because I can’t help, falling in love with you.

RYDER: Haha! There ya go! No need to be shy. *pauses and looks serious* You are so beautiful. *pulls Marley in and kisses her* -----

So, I’m dancing and I’m not thinking too straight. And it’s just the most natural thing in the world to kiss this girl… Who is my wife! -----

So we were dancing, and he kisses me! I mean I was kind of surprised, but I wasn’t going to complain! -----

MARLEY: *Blushes* It’s a good song.. What can I say? *Blushes further at the compliment* Tha-…. *Stopped when he kissed her, and Marley leaned back in, really kissing him*

RYDER: *pulls back* I’m sorry… about that. Um, I, uh…

MARLEY: *pulls back and blushes* It’s okay.. I didn’t mind it.

[The song ends, and they head back to their table]

MARLEY: I heard we’re staying in the tree house..

RYDER: It looks pretty cozy, don’t it?

MARLEY: It does.. This place is really nice. Everything was so beautiful..

RYDER: Hey, you fit right in! Oh, God! That was so corny. I’m sorry. *facepalms*

MARLEY: *laughs*Just a little corny. *teases* You blend in too though..

RYDER: Oh, no! You need to stop that, right now! If this marriage is gonna work, the cheesiness that I bring will be enough, without you contributing. *still smiling*

MARLEY: *pouts* But I’m corny too! You can’t hog it all! How about we share?

RYDER: Ugh! Already getting into the compromises of marriage. I’m not sure how long I’ll last.

MARLEY: *Snorts* Ha! Compromise, that’s what marriage is about, buddy. *Nudges* You get a pretty wife out of the deal though!

RYDER: Well, I’d say that’s a pretty damn good deal.

MARLEY: I’m glad you agree.. *shifts nervously* I wonder why type of cake our wedding cake is.

RYDER: Hm. *looks thoughtful* I really hadn’t even thought about it. Something tells me you’ve thought about a lot of this stuff.

MARLEY: Well, I mentioned I liked a yellow cake with strawberry filling, and cream cheese.. I just wonder if they delivered.

RYDER: Mm! Strawberries and cream cheese! Marley, you are a magical woman.

MARLEY: I know! I hope it is *Peers around* Can we do the cake now? We have to eat first, right?

RYDER: Do you wanna do cake now? We just got our food, but I’m anxious to see whether they got what you asked for.

MARLEY: Nah, we can wait, we need to be traditional, and all. *Winks as she picks at her food* So what’s your favorite food?

RYDER: *smirks* Pizza. Also, sugary stuff. Like cake. *shouts out loud* Alright, people! You can keep eating your food, but my wife and I… *laughs* My wife and I would like our cake now. So where is our cake?

MARLEY: *laughs* You sound like a child. *Mouth drops open has he yells, but she’s smiling still* Ryder! *Tugs at his arm* Ignore him, he’s being silly! Just eat!

LAUREN: *Leaning down the table* Hey now, M. Let the man talk. I second cake!

MATT: Wait! Y’all are telling me there’s cake in here?!

JACE: Oh god! See what you’ve started?

RYDER: You don’t want cake, sis?

JACE: I never said that.

RYDER: That’s what I thought! Mister Big Guys, where is our cake?!

LAUREN: Looks like you’re out voted. Cake it is!

MARLEY: *Shakes head* Apparently I am! You guys are too much. Why do I get the feeling this will happen often?

LAUREN: *Grinning, and blows kiss* Because you’re out numbered!

[A cart with a cake on it came out and was lead to their table]

MARLEY: *Mouth drops open* Wow.. It’s beautiful!

RYDER: *eyebrows knit together* Wow is right. It’s… actually really nice looking. *smiles again and stands, grabbing Marley’s hand* Now, for the real test. Let’s see if they got your order right!

MARLEY: *Holds on to Ryder’s hand as they head over to the cake* Oh I hope they did..

MILLIE: Don’t cut into the top layer! That’s suppose be eaten on your first anniversary!

RYDER: *paused and looked Millie, then back at his wife* People eat year old cake? Why not just buy a new one? It’d taste much better.

MARLEY: *Wrinkles nose* Really? Okay… *Takes knife, and Ryder’s hand so they both cut into it taking a piece, and handing one into him, she grins* You’re going to shove it in my face, aren’t you?”

RYDER: Shove wha-? Pft! Wha-What?! *takes a bite* It would be childish of- oh wow, that’s really good cake! It would be childish of me to shove this cake in your-. *shoves the cake in her face, mid-sentence*

MARLEY: Hey! I am suppose to feed it to you! *Pouts lips* Yeah it really wou-…. *Marley gasps, cake covering her mouth and nose* RYDER! *Shoves cake roughly into his face*

LAUREN: *Laughing* I am kind of turned on by this, and half wonder if I should be yelling fight right now…

RYDER: *Laughs loudly, wiping some of the cake off of his face and eating it, then moving to kiss his wife, still laughing* I’m sorry. Never have I claimed to not be childish.

MARLEY: *Laughing as she wipes some frosting off her face, and licks her hand before he kisses her. Kissing him back, she nipped at a piece of cake on the corner of his mouth* I think that was part of the contract or something.

RYDER: Right! I’m glad you remembered the goofball-clause. *quickly grabs a cloth napkin and gingerly wipes cake from Marley’s face* Okay, you wanna do this for real, now that I’ve got my obligations out of the way.

MARLEY: Of course I did! What type of wife would I be if I forgot? *Grins as he wipes her face, and does the same for him* Yeah? Okay..” She cuts two more pieces, and offers him a slice, before holding it up to his mouth*

RYDER: Alright. *let’s out a breath* Ready? *takes the piece of cake from Marley, gingerly holding it up and feeding her a small bite*

MARLEY: Ready *Grins as she offers him the cake, and takes a bite of herself* Oh! It’s my cake! *Takes another bite, and laughs*

RYDER: *takes a bite* Hm. That’s because your cake is the best cake.

MARLEY: *kinks eyebrow* Oh yeah? You don’t say…

RYDER: *nods* It is very good cake. Very specific too.

MARLEY: *hums* It’s amazing.. Do we get to keep it? Like after?

RYDER: Not a clue. I would think so with how much cake is here. Where else is it gonna go? *sets the cake down and calls out* You know what would go great with this? That champagne you pop the cork from! I’ve always wanted to do that. Do we have any?

MARLEY: Good, because I want cake for breakfast. *Watches Ryder with a raised eyebrow* Why do you want to do that? *Watches as he is handed a champagne bottle* Oh boy.

RYDER: Cake for every meal of the day! *takes the bottle* Okay! How does this thing work? *looks at Marley* Wanna help me?

MARLEY: Are you experiencing a sugar rush? *teases and leans back* I don’t know! I’ve never done it before!

RYDER: Me neither! That’s alright! *holds the bottle out for Marley then looks into Marley’s eyes* We’ll figure it out… Together.

MARLEY: You avoided the sugar talk.. *bites lip nervously, but he seemed so sure* Okay.. Just don’t aim it at me!

[Marley and Ryder carefully angled the bottle away and at a forty-five degree angle. After some finagling, the cork went flying from the bottle and the room cheered and applauded. In his celebration, Ryder leaned over and kissed Marley on the forehead.]

MARLEY: *laughs as the cork flew across the room* To us!

[They walk into the reception space holding hands as they're announced for the first time. They walk immediately to the middle of the room for their first dance.]

Jesse: *leans in to whisper into Kitty’s ear* I haven't had a chance to tell you this, but you look ravishing today, darling.

Kitty: Thank you. *blushing* You don’t look so bad yourself.

DJ: Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. James St. James as the couple takes their first dance.

Jesse: *takes Kitty into his arms as they dance* So would you agree that all of this has been a little awkward? I don't mean awkward in the sense that I feel awkward with you. Just more in the sense that it's bizarre to have these first moments in front of a bunch of strangers.

Kitty: *moves to the music with Jesse* I completely agree. I feel like everyone’s been watching me and judging me all day. You, too, I guess. I don’t think there’s a single person that I invited that doesn’t think we’re both completely crazy.

Jesse: *chuckles* Well, I can’t say that they’re wrong, but at least there’s two of us. *glances over at her bracelet* I’m glad to know that you enjoyed your present. I enjoyed mine as well. Thank you.

Kitty: It’s really beautiful. The box it came in, too. Thank you for both of them, and thank you for calming my nerves. I was close to a full blown nervous breakdown before my mom brought them over to me. And you’re welcome. It’s always been one of my favorites, so I thought sharing it with you would be a nice way to start this partnership.

Jesse: You were correct. *spins her around and then pulls her back in* I want you to know that if you’re agreeable, I intend to kiss your properly. I just felt a little awkward doing it in front of your family for the first time.

Kitty: Oh, I’m very agreeable. *smirks* But I think it might be best for everyone involved if you wait to do that until my brother isn’t in the room.

Jesse: *laughs loudly* Yes, I’m rather fond of my face. I don’t want to risk scarring.

Kitty: We definitely wouldn’t want that.

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Okay, so this guy is incredibly charming. I’m just hoping that my family won’t completely scare him away.

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[As the first dance ends, Kitty and Jesse are approached by Kitty’s older brother, Bryce]

Kitty: *laughs* Speak of the devil, and he will appear.

Bryce: Did you spend your entire first dance talking about me? I mean, I know I’m just that extremely interesting, but you should probably just talk about each other for awhile, don’t you think? *smirks*

Kitty: Very funny. We actually just mentioned the fact that you kind of threatened my husband to be indirectly through the minister. Couldn’t resist throwing that in there, could you?

Bryce: Gotta do my job as an older brother. *laughs* So, Kitty, aren’t you going to introduce me to your new husband, or do I have to keep calling him “that guy” like Heather has been since she found out about the show?

Kitty: *sighs* Bryce, meet Jesse. Jesse, this is my older brother, Bryce. He only wishes he could be as funny as he thinks he is.

Jesse: *holds his hand out to shake Bryce’s hand* it is nice to finally meet my possible tormentor face to face. Jesse St. James, the man whose face you threatened to rearrange.

Bryce: *shakes Jesse’s hand* It’s nice to meet you, too. And sorry about that, man. It’s nothing personal. I just have to put that out there to every guy who enters a relationship with my sister. I’ve never had a man of God say it for me though. *laughs* That was a new one.

Jesse: *laughs lightly* I’m sure. It was quite a new experience for me too. I’ve got to say. I promise to try to not have to have you make good on that promise.

Bryce: As long as you try. Besides, I’m not even the one you really have to worry about. Mom and dad are the ones who will really put the fear in you. It was like the Spanish Inquisition at our dinner table the first time Heather brought Caleb home to meet us.

[Kitty’s parents, Victoria and Adam, approach the group.]

Kitty: Perfect timing. Mom, dad, I’d like you to meet my husband, Jesse.

Adam: *reaches out to shake Jesse’s hand* Put ‘er there, son.

Jesse: Nice to meet you, sir. *shakes her father’s hand* Nice grip you got there.

Kitty: Daddy’s death grip is a well known legend in our community. Striking fear into teenage boys ever since Heather started dating.

Adam: What can I say? It weeds out the weak, undeserving one. Your new husband didn’t wince, so he’s already gaining points.

Victoria: Oh Adam, enough of that. *turns to Jesse* Now, we know why our daughter momentarily lost her mind and signed up for a show like this, God help her, but why would a handsome, young man like you need to go on a show like this. What’s wrong with you?

Kitty: Mother! *eyes bugging out of her head* You can’t just ask someone that. Especially not my new husband.

Victoria: What? It’s a valid question.

Caroline: *walks over with Henry to where the group is standing just as Victoria finishes her question* Nothing’s wrong with him. Jesse is perfection, has been since he was born.

Jesse: *groans goodnaturedly, smiling at his mother* Mom…*leans in and kisses her cheek* Mom...Dad, this is my new wife, Kitty, and her parents and brother, Bryce.

[The parents exchange hellos and handshakes. ]

Caroline: *looks over at Kitty* You’re getting the most perfect guy. My Little Miracle has just always made us so proud.

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She’s not even five seconds in and she’s already starting with the Little Miracle thing. I’d be annoyed if I didn’t love it so much.

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Kitty: Well, I don’t think I’ve known him quite long enough to know if he’s perfect or not, but so far, he seems like a pretty great guy to me. It’s so nice to meet you all.

Caroline: It’s nice to meet you too, dear. I have to admit that I’m curious as to why a girl as pretty as you would need to resort to marrying a total stranger. Is there something wrong with you?

Henry: Caroline…

Jesse: Mom! You can’t…*looks at Kitty* I’m sorry about that.

Caroline: What? I think it’s a fair question.

Jesse: Nothing’s wrong with her. She’s great.

Kitty: *to Jesse* It’s fine. *turns to Caroline* If you must know, I signed up on whim with my best friend. My love life was just fine before this. I just thought it would be a fun experiment.

Victoria: If she gets the answer to her question, I don’t see what’s wrong with Jesse answering mine. What’s wrong the “Little Miracle?” I need answers.

Kitty: Mother, please. *looks at Jesse* Regret marrying into my family yet?

Jesse: No, not if you don’t regret marrying into mine. *motions to Andrew* Please come escort your grandmother to the coffee bar and get her some decaf.

Andrew: *hurries over and takes Caroline’s arm* Come on, Gram. Let’s go get some coffee.

[Andrew, Henry, and Caroline walk off.]

Jesse: *turns to Kitty’s mother* There is nothing wrong with me. I’ve simply decided that now that my company is doing incredibly well, I’m ready to tie the knot, and instead of wading my way through women whom are potentially just after my money, I let experts and the Lord lead me here...to your daughter...whom seems perfectly lovely.

Kitty: See, mom? You had nothing to worry about. They set me up with exactly the kind of guy you and daddy always hoped I’d end up with. Now why don’t you guys go enjoy the party, and send Heather and Caleb over to us if you see them anywhere. I should probably introduce Jesse to his niece and nephews at some point.

Victoria: But I have more questions -

Adam: *ushering his wife away* Come on, Vicky. Let’s leave these two newlyweds be. You can always ask more questions later.

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So that went better than expected, I think? I mean, no one is bleeding, and Jesse hasn’t headed for the hill yet. If he can survive my parents, I’m pretty sure he’ll be able to survive my sister.

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Kitty: *once her parents are out of earshot* You survived meeting Adam and Victoria Wilde. How does it feel to be one of the few to actually complete that task?

Jesse: *leans over and kisses her cheek* I think that I should be scared or insulted, but I am neither. Seems that we could've been matched on family alone. What are the odds that that would happen?  I should do some research.

Kitty: It’s probably a one in a million chance. Really though. We should send the scientists a fruit basket or something if we really are a perfect match. *laughs*

Jesse: I might send them one anyway for pairing me with such a beautiful woman. Come on. We should probably dance while we're still free.

Kitty: I couldn’t agree more. Save the terror of meeting my sister for after we’ve had a little more fun.

Jesse: *takes her hand and leads her onto the dance floor*

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[Scene shows a montage of people dancing and Jesse and Kitty talking and eating before it pans to Andrew standing with a glass in his hand.]

Andrew: *lifts his glass* I just want to take this time to welcome Kitty into our family. *looks at Kitty* I don't know much about you yet, but I can tell you that you couldn't ask to be married to a better guy than Jesse. He's always been more than just an uncle to me. He's been more like a big brother, and that's not just because I was born when he was five. *chuckles along with the other guest* I've learned so much about how to be successful and earnest and honest. I've watched him grow from a boy that loved the stage and was super annoying to a man that is one of the most successful guys in Charlotte and still super annoying. *laughs again* I kid. I kid. He's actually one of the most talented people I've ever met. He's compassionate  and a little old fashion, but in the best possible way. He's got such faith, and he's just such a great man. The kind I want to be when I grow up. So take care of him, please. We wouldn't want anything to happen to the Little Miracle would we? *holds as the guests laugh* To Kitty and Jesse, may your lives be filled with nothing but happiness and love. Cheers!

Jesse: *lifts his glass and gives Andrew a smile of gratitude, mouthing his thanks*

[Camera pans to Rachel standing with her own glass]

Rachel: *stands in front of the microphone and taps it, a smile adorning her face*  Attention. Attention please. I was told that as Kitty’s Matron of Honor, *she pauses, looks over at her best friend and mouths ‘can you believe I said Matron’ before returning her attention to the well-dressed group in front of her.* Sorry, where was I. Right, the speech. Kitty and I have known one another since we sported pigtails and knee socks. And no, despite what she may tell you, I don’t mean last week. *laughs along with the crowd* She has been my rock and I hope I’ve been the same to her.  She’s the most beautiful, kind and loving person I know. *looks over at Jesse* Of course that in no way means she won’t give you a run for your money. Not only is she brilliant and sexy, but she’s got a sharp tongue and incredible wit. You my friend are probably the luckiest man alive to have been afforded the opportunity to spend the rest of your life with her. Do not waste the chance.  *looks back at Kitty* You are my best friend, my sister and pillar of strength. *she lifts her glass* Here’s to you.  May this journey bring you the happiness and love you deserve. I love you.  

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[Puck’s sitting at a table when the scene opens, already almost through with her first beer.]

[Kitty enters the bar and heads over to Puck’s table.]

Kitty: Hey, I’m Kitty. You must be one of the other brides.

Puck: *stands up with a smile and gives Kitty a small hug* Yeah, hey, I’m Puck. Kitty? I can’t say I’ve ever met a girl with that name. *sits back in her seat* I was gonna order a pitcher for the table, but I’m not sure who drinks what.

Kitty: *takes a seat across from Puck* It’s short for Katherine. I’m not sure about the others, but I’m fine with whatever you want to order. As long as it’s alcohol, I’m happy.

Puck: *laughs a little* My kinda girl. I’ll wait like ten minutes and maybe someone else will show up.  I’m trying to be considerate tonight since we’re all kind of in the same boat.

Kitty: It’s crazy, right? Exciting for sure, but completely crazy.

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I’m still not sure that I’m not completely crazy for doing this. But I’m not too worried about my sanity at this point. Tonight, all I want to do is get wasted and have some fun with my best friend and some of the other brides.

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[Rachel walks into the bar, scanning the dimly lit room for a recognizable face.  Grinning at the sight of her best friend, she darts over to the table]

Rachel:  Kitty! Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes? *she teases  before looking over at the other woman* Hi.  I'm Rachel.  I'm going to assume you're one of the other brides to be?

Puck: If not then this would be hella awkward right? I’m Puck, nice to meet you. I think we’re waiting on one more crazy bride. You got a drink preference or are you good with a pitcher for the table?

Rachel:  Given the fact we're all technically engaged, probably. *laughs and glances around the bar* Did they give you any idea of who we’re waiting for? *returns her attention to Puck* I'm normally a hard liquor or wine sort of girl, but beer will do now.  *looks over at Kitty with a grin* Can you believe we're actually doing this?

Kitty: *gets up to greet her best friend and give her a hug before sitting back down at the table* Not in the slightest. But since when have we done anything that any sane person would actually do?

Puck: Shots it is. *looks around* Nope, but my family thinks I’m crazy. So it’s normal for me.

[Brittany enters the tavern and goes right to the bar. She orders two red headed sluts throwing the first back immediately before looking around the room. She sips on the second shot but drinks it down quickly when she thinks she sees the table, she’d been looking for. Brittany approaches the with a smile that only two shots in less than two minutes can put on a girl’s face.]

Brittany: Helloooo ladies. I’m Brittany. *beams and rocks on her heals* So, is this where the party’s at?! If I’m going to get married sooner rather than later, I need you ladies to make this a fun night, Okay? Okay. Who’s ready for this and where are your drinks?

Puck: *looks up at the new woman standing at their table* Well slow down, they don’t hand out drinks when you walk in, blondie. We were waiting until you got her to order a round of shot since Rachel-*looks at Rachel* Rachel, right? Likes hard liquor more than beer.

Rachel: *nods and flashes a bright smile* Yes and you're Puck.  Remind me later to ask you about story behind such a unique name.  But, yes.  Tequila if possible.  *looks over at Brittany* It's nice to meet you, Brittany.  Where are you from?

Brittany: *Points toward Rachel* Rachel *then toward Puck* And you’re Puck. *Eyes the other woman at the table making a mental note to ask her name soon before turning back to Puck* That was nice of you to wait but I’m already two shots in. Liquid courage is my favorite kind. I just walked up to the bar over there. *motions her head in the direction of the bar before sitting in the empty chair* It’s nice to meet you too Rachel the teeny. *eyes the smaller woman with a soft smile.*  I’m from Alexandria originally but I have been in Charlotte almost a year now. What about you? Where did you sprout from?

Rachel: *Blushes a little and shrugs* You've already had two? You’re quick.  *looks at the other two women* I guess there's nothing for us to do, but catch up. *flashes Brittany a mischievous smile* Don't let my petite stature fool you.  I can definitely hold my own.  In fact - I bet I'll be the last woman standing.  *laughs and takes a seat at the table* I grew up in New York City - *pauses and gestures to Kitty* we’re actually  both from the Big Apple.  What about you Puck? Where do you like to call home?

Puck: I was born and raised here. Well I lived in South Carolina for a little bit, but it was like two hours from here. Anyway, I’m gonna go up and grab a pitcher and order shots since Rachel thinks she can’t be drank under a table. But we’ll see who’s the last one standing after we all take a ride on Bertha. *looks towards the mechanical bull before standing up and heading to the bar*

Brittany: I was thirsty. And obviously, it’s time to catch up, but I’m not some lightweight, I’m basically the heavyweight champion of boozing, so I think you’ll be spending the whole night trying to catch up. *Waggles brow* I’ll take that bet Rachel the teeny. Only the the end of the night will tell… you that I’m the heavyweight champion of boozing while you’re getting a piggyback ride out of here. *winks then turns to Kitty* You’re from New York too, other blonde? So you guys go way back then?

Kitty: We do. *looks over at Rachel and smiles* We’ve been best friends since we were in diapers. *looks back over at Brittany* We’ve been through practically everything together - actually, we applied to be a part of this show together, too. I still can’t believe we both got picked.

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This Bachelorette party thing is starting out pretty good. The shots are good and not super expensive and all the other brides are super hot so, you know, my eyes are happy. I do want to say that I sort of think Rachel the teeny and Other Blonde are going to leave their secret surprise spouses for each other. That would be the best twist ever… except not for the secret surprise spouses.

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Rachel: *Points to Brittany* You’re on.  I might look dainty, but I never back down from a challenge. *laughs as she waves down a server* So, what does everyone want? Tequila is my drink of choice and - *looks over at Kitty* - I know!  It was so unexpected.  Not that I'm complaining, of course.  I'd never have had to courage to audition if it weren't for you. *not wanting to make the other two brides uncomfortable, Rachel tossed back her long hair and clapped her hands together* Let's get this party started *drops her voice to just above a whisper* That is the saying, right?

Kitty: *laughs* That would be the saying, Rach. *looks over at the other brides* I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve been here long enough without a drink in my hand, so who’s up for Tequila shots?

Puck: *comes back to the table with a tray of shots and a pitcher of beer* Here we go, ladies. Drink up so we can catch up to Barbie over here.

Brittany: *Pouts* Tequila makes me do super naughty things and since I'm getting married soon I shouldn't have any. *smiles brightly* but give me all the whisky and vodka… No gin. It taste like a Christmas tree. *hits the table multiple times with balled fists as she chants* Shots, shots shots, shots, shots, shots, shots. I'm excited this Barbie is getting a Ken… Etta!

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Is this a real person? Whoever is marrying her is in for a real...treat.

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Puck: Well, what I’ve got is tequila, babe. If you want something else, you’re gonna have to walk those long legs of yours to the bar. There’s also some Bud Light in the pitcher.

Rachel: *immediately picks up a shot and looks between her fellow brides, pausing to focus on Brittany*  Rest assured, no one will let you do anything that might inadvertently compromise the success of your future marriage.  *raises her glass* That being said, “to us and this crazy adventure!” *after downing her shot, she pours a glass of beer and chases down the tequila* Woo!  Soo, what is the plan for this evening?  *holds up her beer glass* Besides, shots and beer, of course.  

Puck: *lifts her shot with the others then downs it with a wince* I’ve got my eyes on Bertha over there, and then I’m gonna sing some Gretchen Wilson and get nice and drunk.

Brittany: *squints and watches Rachel the teeny throw back her shot like a pro before clapping* Well if you say so! *shrugs and picks up a shot glass. She dips the tip of her tongue inside then nods She places the glass on the table, hands behind her back, Britt takes the shot with no hands* Yum!  Bertha is the bull, right?! Yes! Let's ride her!!! And after your Gretchen country lady, I'm doing Beyonce and Nicki Minaj, because I'm feeling myself right now, not that I'm ever not.

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Did I hear that, right? A bull? I’m going to need another shot.

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Rachel: *eyes both women curiously* I’m not sure I'm inebriated to ride a mechanical bull, but I am always up for karaoke! *finishes off her beer and glances towards the bar* Perhaps after another round. *turns back to the group* I used to be a Broadway performer.   *taps her chin* Hmmmm -I wonder what song should I sing? I'm normally much more decisive.  It must be the alcohol.  *smiles at the group* Any requests?

Brittany: Are you more coordinated the more drunk you are too? I mean I pretty coordinated either way, I'm like musical poetry in human form, but booze always makes things even better. *Grabsbs pitcher and pours some beer in a glass.* You should definitely sing something from Little Mermaid. I saw that with my sister and it was a really fun show. I also think you should do something specifically sung by Sebastian, Jamaican crabs are Boss.  What are you going to sing, Other Blonde?

Kitty: *knocks back her shot like a pro before pouring herself a glass of beer from the pitcher* I’m probably going to end up singing something by Adele. You know, something big to bring the house down.

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Go big or go home, right?

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Kitty: And after a few more drinks, I am getting on that bull. *takes a sip of her beer*

Puck: *pours herself some beer as well* If you’re going up to grab a round, shorty, I’ll take a Blow Job or Buttery Nipple.

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Sorry.  I'm okay.  

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Rachel: *jumps to her feet* Normally I’d take offense at your statement, but I am going to let you off with a warning this time and go get us another round.  What would everyone else like?  

Kitty: You know me. I’ve gotta go with my staple of a Sex on the Beach. *smiles over at Puck* But I am definitely trying a Buttery Nipple next round. I’m intrigued.

Brittany: Hmmm *taps chin* I'll just have another red headed slut, those are my favorite. Ooo what if my wife is a ginger?! Thank you Rachel the teeny. Sex on the beach is so messy. Sand is NOT sexy. So Puck, *waggles brow* Are you an experience bull rider? Do you have some skills you're going to show off? Show offs are usually my favorite people when they are total douches.

Rachel: *gives Kitty a kiss on the cheek* Muah!  Okay.  I will be back momentarily and I will take your word on not having intercourse on the beach.  The very idea of sand touching my unmentionables sounds rather unappealing. *spins on her heels and walks over to the bar*

Puck: I’ve been riding bulls since I was 15 and used to sneak into the bar with my friends, but I also have lots of skills to show off. *wiggles her fingers* I’m with you, Blondie. Confidence is sexy. I hope my future wife is confident...also blonde...also hot.

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I’m not trying to be shallow. I really do love all types of women, but I definitely prefer blondes.

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Brittany: Well that’s really hot! I bet you and your lady love could get your cowgirl roleplay on! I’ve never ridden a real bull but my thighs are masterful and I'm really good at staying on the mechanical kind. I hope she’s hot and blonde too. You can never have too many of us running around. I'm more of a dark hair dark skin kind of girl myself. I love all woman and some pretty boys catch my eye on occasion but caramel or chocolate…  Yummy. *turns to Kitty* Alright Other Blonde, tell us everything about you. And if you ride bulls or boys or girls or all three! And tell me if you and Rachel the teeny ever got it on. I bet she’s scrapy!

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They totally did it!

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Kitty: I can promise you that Rachel and I have never been together in that way. We’re just super close friends.

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Why does everyone always assume that Rachel and I are secretly together? I know the media is always trying to say that actual female celebs who are dating are just “gal pals,” but Rachel and I really are only friends.

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Kitty: I’m strictly an all guy kind of girl. I used to say “never say never” about being with a girl because you never know what’s going to happen, but I’m marrying a man, so if this works out, I really will never see what would happen with a girl. *takes a long sip of her beer* And I’ve never ridden a bull before, but there’s always a first time for everything.

Puck: There is a such thing as a threesome. Maybe your husband’ll wanna watch you and some other chick get it on. That could be hot…

Kitty: *laughs* I don’t know about that. I don’t even know how long it’s going to take for my husband and I to be comfortable enough having sex with each other, so I don’t even wanna start thinking about bringing a third unknown person into the bedroom. Even if it would be incredibly hot.

Rachel: *after downing an additional shot with a very flirtatious bartender, Rachel walks back to the table, balancing a tray of drinks in her hands*  Hello, ladies. I have returned with fuzzy nipples, sex on the beach, red-headed sluts and a couple of hot damns!  *she grinned triumphantly* I’m a quick study.  Not to mention that, Tom, the bartender is a fabulous teacher.  He also incredibly generous.  He treated us to an additional round.  Hence why we each have two!  And yes, I might just be a weeee bit inebriated, *she pinched her fingertips together*  but considering I can still feel my extremities, I’m good!  Anyway, did I miss anything?  

Puck: *shakes her head and grabs a shot* Your future husband is going to have his hands full...or wife? I honestly don’t know. You scream straight to me.

Rachel: *smiles proudly, then furrows her brows together in confusion* Hmmm.  I guess I never thought about screaming out my sexuality. *brings her shot glass to her lips, but doesn’t down it* Honestly I’m not sure.  About who I’m marrying, I mean.  I’m pretty open.  I’ve had a couple of girlfriends and a few boyfriends over the years, none of which resulted in a long lasting relationship though.  I’m going to assume I’m marrying a man though.  The producers provided my spouse to be’s ring size, so either it’s a man or a woman with really large fingers.  *she shook her head and downed her shot, shivering as the liquid warmed her body*  I’m not a fan of oversized fingers.  They should be proportional, you know?  

Puck: *downs her second shot* Well, mazel, either way. I hope whoever you get is really into talking about you talk a lot. Is it because you’re drunk or do you always talk this much?

Rachel: *purses her lips as she contemplates her reply* Well, I suppose that depends?  Do you consider my being talkative as a positive or negative attribute?  *licks her lips, picks up the second shot glass then looks at Puck, her mouth curving into a bright smile* “Wait.  Did you just say mazel?  As in Mazel Tov?  *Glancing over at Kitty* I think she’s Jewish! *Whips her head in Puck’s direction and lowers her voice a little* Sorry, that was rude.  Are you Jewish too?

Puck: I think if you have to ask then you can consider it a negative. *grabs her beer and takes a long drink* Yeah, my last name is Puckerman. Hence..the Puck you were curious about. But too? I didn’t wanna assume because Italian girls sometimes have Jewish-looking noses, but I guess I should’ve recognized.

Rachel:*narrows her eyes and huffs in annoyance* Are you always so brutally honest? You really should consider developing a filter or someone might actually smack that lovely looking mouth of yours.  Not me of course.  I’m a pacifist. Besides, I consider my talkative nature to be a blessing.  I am clearly not shy and enjoy lively conversation. Not to mention, I am proud of my nose.  Yes, it might be a little pronounced for some people's taste, but I believe it adds to my uniqueness. *she downs her second shot and wobbles a bit*  Now, if you're done, I have a bull to ride.

Puck: Why would I waste time in my life wishing I’d said things I wanted to say instead of just saying them? And I can assure you that plenty of women would find a helluva lot funner things to do with my mouth besides smack it. *grins smugly* You ever think you talk so much because you just feel the need to always have everyone’s attention? You’re like a lot of girls at my temple. They talk a lot just ‘cuz they like the sound of their own voices. They don’t actually care what they’re saying. Just a thought, but hey, I’m not the one marrying you. So I don’t got anything to worry about. As for your nose, I never said there was anything wrong with having a Jewish nose. I think Jews should be proud of their Jewishness. Just like me. I was born a Jewish badass, and I’ve stayed one my whole life. Word of advice, don’t always take thing so personally. No one likes someone with soft feelings. It’s just annoying. *watches Rachel stand* Careful, shorty, wouldn’t want you to break anything before you even get to the bull.

Rachel: *sighs, walks towards puck and places to fingers against her mouth* And you say I talk too much.  Shhhhh. *smiles and lets her hand fall away* You're mouth is much prettier when you're not running it. *steps back walks towards the bull in her 4 inch heels and cast the group and over the shoulder glance* Are you ladies going to join me?

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Okay, I get it. She’s annoying as hell, but it’s really hot when she shushes you. If I weren’t getting married. That’s probably a terrible thing to say. I’m very excited to get married. I’m just...I don’t know. I think she cast a spell on me or something. Sorry future wife, and to her future whoever, good luck because I’m pretty sure she’s kind of witch.

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Kitty: *stands up from the table to follow Rachel and downs the Sex on the Beach in front of her* Okay ladies, it looks like it’s bull riding time. And honestly, if I don’t follow her now, I’m afraid she might break her neck. So let’s move out.

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If you ask me they all talk too much! Except Other Blonde. So just two out of three. Well Puck only just started talking, so just Rachel the teeny. They should all just watch me dance. No one would care about what the other was saying if they did that.

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Puck: *drinks down the rest of her beer and nods, heading towards the bull* Time to see each of us has the strongest thighs and best drunk coordination. I can’t tell you how many check points I’ve made it through while being completely wasted.

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Girls, when you watch this, just know that your mama was young and crazy. Drinking and driving is absolutely not something you should do. EVER.

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Brittany: *throws back both shots in succession and raises her hand* Meeee! I already know it’s me, but I’ll let you ladies try to show me up, it’s only fair. I am telling you though, Xena the Warrior Princess wishes she had these. *slaps her thighs* Woo let’s do it! *follows the other future brides toward the bull and cups her hands around her mouth* You make that bull your bitch, Rachel the teeny!

Rachel: *eyes Brittany and laughs* Oh really?  Warrior thighs?  Does that mean we should expect to hear Xena’s warrior cry when it’s your turn to ride the bull?  *shakes her head and climbs onto the cushioned matt.*I - *pauses, observes the size of the mechanical animal and looks back at the group* I’m not sure I can actually get on.  Is there a ladder or some sort of contraption designed to help those of a petite stature?

Puck: *laughs* Yeah, shortstack, there’s a stepping stool over there. Does that mean you’re up first? I’d like to see that.

Rachel: *turns with her hands planted on her hips* At least you admit it.  *she winks, only to get her heel caught in the matt and fall on her ass* I - *she looks up at the group and starts laughing hysterically* Now, would one of you get over here and help me?  

Brittany: *mouth falls slightly agape at the sight until Rachel laughs and she follows suit.* Don’t worry Rachel the teeny. I will save you. *walks over to the smaller woman and literally picks her up and dusts her off* Alright, I’m going to give you boost. I’m going to grab your hips but I promise not to cop a feel, then I’ll hoist you up and you just throw one of those strangely crazy over and get to riding that bull! And I’ll get you that warrior cry depending on how impressive you are. *winks* Ready?! *grabs Rachel’s hips on either side and lifts her into the air.* Alright, go.

Rachel: *flashes Brittany an over exaggerated pout* Okay, fine.  *she teases as Brittany hoists her onto the bull* Oh boy.  This looks far more daunting than I initially thought.  *calls out to the group* How do I turn it on?  Is there a start button or oooh - it’s moving!

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My best friend is an amazing person, and I adore her, but the girl can’t hold her liquor. All I can think when she gets up on that bull is that I am about to see the true full extent of crazy drunk Rachel, and I am loving it.

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Kitty: Don’t hurt yourself, Rach! *laughing* I don’t want your dads to have to wheel you down the aisle!

Rachel: *holds onto the mechanical contraption as it increases in speed* Oh My God! *grips the harness until she can't hold on anymore and falls to the ground with a thud* Best bachelorette party ever.  Who's next?  

Brittany: That was kinda sad Rachel the Teeny. You're lucky you're hot, so we can look past your bull riding skills, or you know you're not having any. *Giggles* Come on I'll give you a hug. My hugs make everything better. Even complete humiliation. *holds arms open to Rachel* Okay who’s next?!

Puck: That’d be me. Prepare to be amazed, ladies. *climbs up onto the machine, tightening her thighs in preparation of the first lurch. Machine starts and her body rolls in rhythm with the slow motions until the machine speeds up. She manages to stay on until the machine stops, throwing her arms up in victory as the other patrons cheer*

Brittany: *puts two fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly* Get it Sexy Cowgirl! *turns to Rachel* You see, Rachel the teeny, with a little practice you can be almost as good as SCG.  Alright, Other Blonde you’re up because I have to go last… because I’m the best.

Kitty: Alright. I’ll go next, but only if you guys promise to pick me up off the floor when this thing inevitably throw me across the room. *climbs up onto the bulls and tightens her thighs against it trying to mimic what she watched Puck doing. She manages to last pretty long but slides off hits the ground shortly before it stops.* Not bad for my first try. *stands up and brushes off her skirt* You’re up Brittany.

Brittany: *cheers* You did better than I thought you would, Other Blonde. Good Job! *Pets Kitty on the head and smiles* Even if there is not a prize I’m totally winning. *Walks away from the girls and over to a man with a very large cowboy hat on his head. Whispers something in his ear before promptly removing the hat and putting it on. Turns to the girls and shrugs* Gotta look the part. *Walks over to the mechanical bull and hops on. Grips the rope in front, and puts her free hand in the air. Cheers, laughs, and warrior calls the entire ride* That was for you Rachel the Teeny! *points and winks*

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Seriously, whoever marries that girl is gonna need a leash or something.

[Scene opens with Mercedes sitting in a limo, dressed in a dark purple above the knees cocktail dress. Her hair pinned up in a loose bun. Her 5 inch heels tapping against the floor of the limo.]

MERCY: *looks at the camera and smiles nervously* So I am headed to pick up a few of the other brides, and we are going out, I am not sure where but I am hoping we have fun, tomorrow is a huge day for me so I guess tonight is my last hurrah!

[Marley is waiting outside a bit nervously, wearing a strapless floral dress, her hair pulled back in loose waves, and she looked over at the camera nervously.]

MARLEY: So I am waiting for the limo, I have no idea what we’re doing, but I think it would be fun, since these girls are in my shoes.

[A limo pulls up, and the door opens, and Marley gets inside. Smoothing out her dress, she smiled nervously over at the other woman.]

MARLEY: *Holds out hand* Hi, I’m Marley… I guess you’re getting married too? *Laughs nervously as she glances around.

MERCY: *smiles seeing Marley and extends her hand encasing the girls.* Hi I’m Mercedes. Its nice to meet you.

MARLEY: *Shakes Mercedes hand, smiling* “Hi, it’s nice to meet you as well. There is one more, right?

MERCY: *nods* Yes, I have no idea where we are going though… -----

I t’s the night of the bachelorette party. I’m meeting up with a couple of the other girls who are marrying strangers. I reserved us a VIP room at a local club. I don’t know them, but I’m telling you right now, that I’m at least gonna get drunk, at my own damn bachelorette party.

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[The limo comes to a stop and Santana hops in, with a smile.]

SANTANA: Hello there, ladies. You both look gorgeous. Santana Lopez. *extends a hand for one of them to take*

MERCY: Hi Santana! I am Mercedes well Mercedes Jones until tomorrow. And that is Marley.

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Okay so if this is how the other few girls who are casted looks these dudes are amongst the luckiest. I mean Santana looks like a freaking Model. And Marley has the beautiful girl next door look. I really wasn’t sure what to think when they said we were doing these joint parties but they both seem really great and it should be fun. -----

MARLEY: Nice to meet you, Santana! You look stunning, and like she said, I’m Marley Rose. *Shakes her hand*

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So it was kind of cool, meeting other girls in my position. I hate saying it, but I’ve felt kind of alone through this, so it’s great that they know what I am going through. Plus, they are so pretty! Santana looks almost fake, in a good way, like too pretty for words, and Mercedes is stunning! Good job at casting guys! -----

SANTANA: They tell you where we’re going, ladies? We’re gonna have some fun. I need this, in case my wife is no fun and doesn’t like to party. -----

So, I get in the limo, and DAMN! I’m immediately sad that I’m engaged to be wed and these girls are most likely straight. Now, to be a good girl, and not flirt with either of them…

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MERCY: I’m not sure, but I hope it’s somewhere fun, it’s been so long since I have had a girls night

MARLEY: I have no idea, I don’t even remember the last time I had a girls night. I think I might need this, for sure!

SANTANA: So, we’re all getting married to strangers. I don’t know whether to be grateful for my own sanity or worried about the collective human sanity, knowing that others are as crazy as I to go through with this.

MERCY: *laughs* I think it’s not that we are crazy, it’s just that we all want love and if this is the way we can get it then great, and if this fails well at least we tried.

MARLEY: *Laughs nervously* I guess it’s a good thing you’re not alone in the insanity then, isn’t it? What made you both decide to join?

SANTANA: Oh, my mama did. Literally, she had my back to the wall and everything. She thinks I work too much and I’m gonna be forever alone and sh(bleep). If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even be doing this. But I might as well, at least try, to enjoy the ride.

MERCY: I just wanted to try my hand at having someone pick true love for me. I wish I could say that I have had it before but I never had so I just wanted to take a chance here. And I know it seems weird to get married to a stranger, but the dudes I have met well, they were horrible so I can’t actually get any worse. What about you Marley?

MARLEY: In all honesty, I have had terrible luck on my own. My last serious relationship was a few years ago, and I haven’t had anything since then. I guess I just wanted to see what they would find. I mean according to the experts we are the perfect match. I guess we’ll see?

SANTANA: *sighs* Yeah, but technically Dr. Phil is considered an “expert” so I’d try to keep your hopes manageable. Look at it like a real relationship. When you first meet someone, you will usually look at how well the two of you click. First, just hope that you can co-exist in the same house for a year. Then worry about the rest.

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[Scene opens to the girls being led into a VIP room, the room has a small dance floor and DJ. Buffet Table, Stripper pole and Lounges.]

MERCY: Now this is what I call a VIP room! *Turns towards Santana and Marley* What should we do first?

SANTANA: You ladies like? Let’s call it my treat. If you’re hungry, I’d suggest you try the food.

MARLEY: *Laughs* Wow. This is really impressive! Since Santana suggested it, food first? Then we can dance off the calories!

MERCY: *nods* This is more than I expected. Okay so food it is. *walks over to the table* Okay so tell me, what do you think for your future spouse is gonna look like?

SANTANA: *walks over and appraises the cheese and chocolate fondues, with a lick of her lips* Well, if I’m being honest, I was afraid my wife was gonna be really unattractive, *looks at Mercedes and then Marley, one at a time, then returns to her attention to the food* but if the two of you are any indication, I’d say I’m feeling a bit more confident.

MARLEY: *Follows them to the buffet and grabs a plate* I don’t know… *Stopped talking at Santana’s’ compliment and blushes* Oh please, you look like you walked off a runway. *Grabs some cheese* I really have no preference. It’s not like we get to pick anyways. I just hope he’s kind..

MERCY: Okay Santana I am gonna need for you to stop ogling my goodies *she teased* But the fact you find me attractive, gives me hope my husband will too. I would like to assume he is tall dark and fine as hell, but honestly I just want someone who like they said will be matched with me perfectly. *adds fruit to her plate and covers them with Chocolate* I think about tomorrow and I am still just like not believing that I will be someone’s wife.

SANTANA: *smirks at Mercedes* Why not, ‘Cedes? We got one more night to be bad. *turns to Marley* And please! Those runway models wish they were as hot as me. Thank you for the compliment, Marley, but don’t sell yourself short. You got that Girl-Next-Door look. It’s very attractive. *moves to a lounge chair and slouches regally, plate on lap*

MARLEY: *Chokes on the cheese she shoved in her mouth, coughing* Are you trying to kill me here? *She teases*  Eh, some people say it’s more homely, but I’ll take the compliment. *Follows to chair, and sits down, picking at her food*

MERCY: Oh Tana I don’t think you could even handle all these curves! But since you are getting married I will let you look all you want. *She spun around giving the girls a 360 view.* She is right Marley you got that girl next door vibe, but Tana I agree those models got nothing on you. So now that we all know we are some Fine  women, lets talk about weddings. *she sat next to Tana* Tell me the truth are you nervous?

SANTANA: *bites her lip and doesn’t hide her ogling, in the slightest* You’re just teasing me now, I’m starting to wish I wasn’t getting married. *returns to her food and guffaws* You kidding? We’re about to spend a year married to someone we don’t know. I’m thinking nerves would be the least anyone in our positions would feel.

MARLEY: *Raises eyebrow at the flirting, and giggles as Mercy spins* Get a room. *Teases, and takes bite of cheese* Yeah.. do you think you’ll only last the year? I’m really nervous. I just fear it would end up being one of my exes or something.

MERCY: I won’t deny it but teasing you is so much easier than guys. Maybe because I know you actually appreciate it and aren’t trying to get in my pants… or maybe you are who knows. *sighs taking a bite of a strawberry.* Oh wow if it was an ex that would be so horrible… i have a biggest fear but you guys can’t laugh at it.

SANTANA: Hm. Well, you’re definitely right about me appreciating it. *winks* I’m thinking an ex is very unlikely to be your stranger. What wa it again? Thirty thousand applications? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that when they have the pick of the little, they choose the hot ones, but anyways, what’s this fear, Mercedes? I mean, other than your husband being a complete piece of s*** that is.

MARLEY: *Bites lip* I guess you’re right, but it is still possible. Though, with those statistics, I guess you’re right. *Takes a bite of her food* Oh yeah? What is it, Mercedes? I mean I just hope he’s someone I could get along with? I mean a year isn’t too long, and maybe we can fall in love, but I also worry he might end up being a weirdo.. Though I doubt it.

MERCY: I have had the worst luck with guys and my fear is while this guy might be perfect for me on paper, he’s not okay with how I chose to live my life. I don’t drink, I spent my whole life working towards my dream that came a reality three years ago….and I am a virgin. Nowadays guys want the girl who has been around the block a few times and if he is like that then how is any of this gonna work. *she sighed looking around* Well if that doesn’t scare him away my three brothers might.

SANTANA: Don’t worry about it. There are plenty of guys out there, wanting something real. Yeah, they fantasize about the slutty type, who will f*** them six ways to Sunday, but for most of them, it’s just that. A fantasy. They’d rather live their life with a real connection. Plus, do you really think they could keep up with that much sex?

MARLEY: Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed about! I mean, it’s good you waited. Most people don’t.. I mean I didn’t. I kind of regret it. *Shrugs* But Santana’s right. Don’t worry about it. You’re beautiful! A guy would be lucky to have you!

MERCY: *nods* See I knew that its just nice to hear. So what would be a deal breaker? *she took sip of the water she grabbed.* like something your new spouse is or acts like that you are just like… uh nope can’t do it? Mines is smoking. I can’t live with a smoker.

SANTANA: Hmm. Just one? *laughs* I think I’m a pretty open person. They can’t be an ass****. They can’t be too insecure, because I don’t have the time to constantly be reassuring them. I’d rather do something fun with them, then have them be self-deprecating.

MARLEY: Deal breaking? I mean I am going into this with the person I am marrying is probably flawed.. I’m flawed, but I feel a deal breaker would be someone with a terrible vice, and who selfishly takes advantage of you..” *Takes a long sip of her drink*

MERCY: Or someone who uses you for their own selfish reasons, I mean I know they scanned and tested and searched but can they have found everything?  Some people can’t be read. Though I want to have faith that our matches are just as awesome as we are.

SANTANA: Yeah, I’d like to think the wouldn’t choose anyone with any dirty laundry, but I’ve got my share of it. Maybe they just picked someone whose dirty laundry goes with mine… But enough about that. Drinks, anyone? You know you wanna.

MARLEY: Yeah, that is true.. I just hope this isn’t some scam, you know? Or like they somehow passed the tests, but they’re terrible people. *Bites lip, and perks up when Santana mentions drinks* Yes please!

MERCY: *shakes her head* no drinks for me unless its non alcoholic, I don’t drink.

SANTANA: Right! No alcohol for the Virgin ‘Cedes. Let me know if you change your mind. Maybe a soda or a sparkling water? And what do you want Marley?

MARLEY: Have you ever drank? *tilts head to the side* umm surprise me. I’m not too picky.

MERCY: Sparkling water would be great! *looks at Marley* Never, though I know its weird, I am 27 you know but I just never wanted too.

SANTANA: *snaps her fingers and points at the girls* Tequila and seltzer. On it! *walks out for a moment*

MARLEY: *Laughs, and glances over at Mercedes* Are you nervous? I mean… I feel nosy but do you think you’ll consummate your marriage?

MERCY: No, I don’t think that will happen that soon, I mean never say never but unless it’s super chemistry, we both just feel it and get along, I highly doubt it. What about you?

MARLEY: I don’t know? I mean I’m not a virgin, but I think it has to depend to see if we’d do anything right away, but if there is chemistry, maybe eventually?

SANTANA: The alcohol has arrived! *walks in, carrying two bottles in one hand and three glasses, in the other*

[Some time later…]

SANTANA: *dancing on the pseudo-dancefloor* Come on, ladies! Don’t leave me dancing, by myself?

MERCY: *sips her drink and smiles getting up* Fine I mean it is a bachelorette party! *turns to marley grabbing her hand* Come on Marls you are getting in on this too.

MARLEY: *Dancing in her seat* AHHH! I love dancing! *Takes a hold of Mercy’s hand as they head to the dance floor, dancing as she walks*

[Santana dances closely with the other girls, placing her hands on a pair of hips, while grinding into another.] -----

I’m glad these girls know how to let loose. When I first started talking to them, I was worried tonight was gonna be a real downer.

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[Mercy smiles as she sways her hips to the beat. Santana had gotten in between she and Marley and had her hands on Mercy’s hips. ]

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Ok I guess this show is all about firsts because tomorrow I will be getting married, that’s a first and marrying a stranger, another first. So I guess it makes sense to add “getting hit on by a sexy Latina” to the list. The girl is obsessed with the booty! Lets just hope my husband feels that same way. -----

I had a lot more fun than I thought I would, and I really hope to see the girls after we get married. That being said I’m fairly certain Santana’s slip of her hand was far from an *does quotation marks* accident, but I had a blast!

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[Scene opens to the girls walking from the Dance floor laughing as a scantily clad dressed woman walks into the room. She sit a chair in the middle of the dance floor]

INSTRUCTOR: *claps her hands* Hello Ladies I am Essence and I will be teaching you the Art of the lap dance.

MERCY: *looks at her* The art of the what now?

SANTANA: *bursts into laughter* It’s good to see you again, Essence. This is Marley and Mercedes. Oh, did I forget to mention that part of the night?

MARLEY: *Raises eyebrow* No. You didn’t mention that…

MERCY: *shakes her head laughing,* Wow, I mean… seriously she is gonna teach us how to do a lap dance? And who are we practicing on cause I don’t feel comfortable dancing for a strange man, I seriously can only handle one of them a year *she smirked*

SANTANA: Hey, you can tolerate them more than I. You don’t have to, if you don’t want to Mar. How ‘bout you practice on me, ‘Cedes? Afraid you’ll like me, more than your husband?

MERCY: *cocks and eyebrow* No San I am afraid I am gonna ruin you for your wifey. *she teased* But you know what, this is a challenge that I am happy to do. So Essence show me how to give my future hubby and Santana here a lap dance.

MARLEY: No. I didn’t say I didn’t want to do it. I was just surprised. *Watches San and Mercy amused* hmm. I’ll just let you two have fun and Essence here is mine then?

ESSENCE: Well, first I’m gonna demonstrate on all of you, and give a few pointers, while I’m at it. Then we can see what you’ve learned.

[Scene shows Essence walking the girls through a simple routine, having first Santana, then Mercedes and finally Marley sit in the chair as she dances on and around them.]

SANTANA: I think me and the ladies had a good time. They laughed. I laughed. But I will say, those two aren’t nearly as innocent, as they want you to think.

MERCY: I guess having a big booty is a must for lap dancing, glad to know I can put it to good use in the future, though Santana seemed impressed.

[Scene moves to the girls each taking turns trying their new skills on each other, with Essence pausing them to give tips or readjust a body part, here or there.]

SANTANA: I can, at least know, that even if this whole marriage thing don’t work… -----

…I will still have the memory of Mercedes shakin’ that ass in my face, forever. -----

Don’t tell my mama!

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So.. I learned how to do a lap dance! It was a lot of fun, and I was better than I thought *sways hips in chair * My husband won’t know what hit him!!

----- [Scene opens to the ladies hugging each other goodbye and exchanging numbers]

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Tonight was so unexpected! I made two new friends and learned how to give a lap dance. It was so much fun and I am glad I decided to go out. I don’t think I could have had a better time. Bachelorette party with strangers who I really like now and a marriage tomorrow to a man I hope I will feel the same about!

Tonight, I’m meeting up with a few of the other husbands-to-be to reflect on this crazy journey that each of us has decided to take. It will be my first time hanging out with them, and I’m sure that this will be quite an interesting evening. I’m definitely looking forward to hearing why each of them has decided to be a part of this experiment.

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[Jesse walks into Birdsong Brewing and takes a seat at the end of the bar near the door, waiting for the others to appear.]

Ryder: *walks in and claps Jesse on the back* Hey, man. You here for the Bachelor party?

Jesse: *glances over, nodding and reaching to shake Ryder’s hand* Yes, I’m Jesse, and you are....?

Ryder: *shakes Jesse’s hand* Ryder. Ryder Lynn. *takes a seat next to Jesse* Nice to meet you Jesse.

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Alright! It’s time to find out who else is desperate enough to marry a stranger!

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Jesse: Nice to meet you. I just ordered a pint of pale ale while I was waiting. *waves the bartender over* Drink up. First round’s on me.

Ryder: Yeah? An IPA? *looks to bartender* I’ll try what he’s having.

Jesse: It’s actually just a regular pale ale, but if you want an IPA, go for it.

Ryder: Nah! I’m good. I wanna try different things, while I’m here. So, what is it you do, Jesse?

Jesse: I started a tech company five years ago. It’s an algorithm that help potential employers and employees meet through a series of questions. Sort of like how this works. It’s a matchmaking service for corporations.  How about you?

Ryder: *raises his eyebrows* Wow! Fancy. I run a successful gaming lounge. Kinda like a community center, but with an emphasis on games.

Jesse: That sounds admirable. I was never much for games.

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Well it’s a few days before the nuptials. Custom dictates that we say farewell to single life with an old fashion bachelor party.  I mean traditionally we’d have live entertainment, in the form of strippers, but I was out voted.  I’m actually going to be meeting other grooms.  This should be… enlightening.  

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Sam: *Walks in, opens his arms wide.* Anybody else ready to get married?

Ryder: *raises a hand in the air* Over here, my friend! Have a seat!

Sam: *Grins and walks over, extending his hand.*  Don’t mind if I do. Hi, names Sam.  Sam Evans. Nice to meet you.

Ryder: *shakes Sam’s hand strongly and places another on Sam’s shoulder* The same to you. Ryder Lynn. *directs Sam to Jesse* This here is Jesse. Says the first round is on him.

Sam: *Gives Ryder’s hand a firm shake.* Nice to meet you Ryder. *Smiles at Jesse, extending his hand again.* I like this party already.  Free drinks.  

Jesse: *takes Sam’s hand and offers him a smile* Yes, I’ve got the first round. What would you like?

Sam: *gives Jesse’s hand a firm shake. Then moves around him, dropping into the seat on his other side.*  That’s generous of you. I’d like to start off with… *Looks at the menu, the up to the bartender.*  a Higher Ground, please. *Turning to the group.* So, I gotta know.  Anyone else as nervous as I am?

Jesse: I’m definitely nervous, but I’m mostly nervous that they picked someone totally wrong for me. What about you, Ryder?

Ryder: I'm thinking anyone who wouldn't be nervous in our situation is a dirty liar. *chuckles*

Sam: *nods chuckling in agreement.*  I hear ya.  The shallow side hopes she’s cute too. *He shrugs, accepting his drink, with a laugh.*  True Ryder.  Very true.

Finn: *looks around trying to find the other the guys that he was supposed to meet with. He looks down at his phone quickly and checks the score before putting his phone back in his pocket and walks to the others.* Are you guys the other bachelors? I'm Finn.

Ryder: Finn? Nice to meet you, Finn. *points to Jesse* This is Jesse, *points to Sam* this is Sam, *holds a hand out for Finn to shake* and I’m Ryder. Welcome to your Bachelor Party.

Finn: Nice to meet you guys. *Finn shook Ryder's hand and looked at everyone else.* I'm glad I'm not the only one who signed up for this. It's a little nerve wracking that we don't even get to see what the look like or what they like.

Sam: *holds his glass up, in greeting to Finn.*  Nice to meet ya.  *Chuckles* Oh, yeah, that’s the nerve racking part,  but I guess it’s part of the ride. *Looks around.* So, is this all of us

Jesse: Pretty much. I’m actually surprised that they found four guys that would sign up to do this. I’m interested as to why each of you did. *turns to Sam* Like you...what’s your story?

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That Jesse doesn’t pull any punches…  He’s direct.

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Sam: *chokes around the bit of beer he’d just swallowed. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.* Damn, okay,  Dr. Jesse.  Me, I keep dating and falling in love with the wrong women.  Crazy as it sounds having someone else chose for me is appealing.  I think I get to caught up in the physical sometimes. *Raises his eyebrow* Does that answer your question? *Laughs* What about you?

Jesse: *shrugs taking a long sip of his beer* Well, plainly put, all of the women I meet are rather boring or too career driven for marriage. I figured maybe I wasn’t casting my net wide enough, and what better way to do that than by having someone go through hundreds of thousands of women in my area and do all the picking for me? I’m all for the science of this all. What about you, Finn was it?

Finn: It's just hard to date. I'm gone once a month every weekend or deployed for six months. I thought this would be a good idea to kinda see where this would lead with dating or this point marriage. Plus you get benefits being married to someone in the military and I didn't want someone using me for that. If that makes sense. *Finn picked up his beer and took a sip before looking back at everyone.* So I guess you could say trust issues.

Ryder: I gotta say, I agree with Jesse. I didn't think that anyone in their right mind would agree to something like this, but I see where you all are coming from. Me, I just said, “Why not? What's the worst that could happen?” I have a knack for jumping head first, into things.

Jesse: The worst that could happen is she could be even worse than the women you’ve already dated. *laughs a little* Not that I’m worried, but I do intend to get my new bride to sign a post-nup. I want it to work out, but if it doesn’t, I’d like to leave with everything I came with.

Sam: *grimaces listening to the other men’s stories. Raising his glass.*  Okay, I’d like to propose the first toast of the night. *Standing he clears his throat* Here to the death of choosing the wrong women, finding a Susie homemaker, the end of trust issues and -whatever! May the experts know us better than we know ourselves!” *Turns his glass up, finishing off his drink.*

Jesse: *lifts his glass as well* I’ll definitely drink to that. *takes a long pull from his glass*

Finn: I agree with all that just said. Let's just hope they know us better than we ever knew ourselves or what we want. Let's just hope mine can deal with me yelling at the TV for the rest of the football season. *Finn lifts his glass in the air and bring it down to his lips.*

Ryder: Ahaha! Hey! With luck, she’ll like football just as much as you do. *takes a few gulps of his drink, cringes, then hides it by taking a few more*

Sam: *Sits, smiling.  He gestures to the bartender for another drink.* Okay gentlemen, it’s our bachelor party and I’m trying to figure out what kinds of games we have a foot.  How are we going to make this night memorable?  Ryder, Finn, so both you guys are big football fans? Who’s going all the way this year? *Smirks*  

Finn: Tommy Terrific is taking New England all the way man. No one can beat him after he seeks his revenge on the shitty commissioner. *Finn nodded his head as a signal for another drink.* All I'm saying is Brady is a genius when it comes to being a QB. He should have won it last year.

Ryder: Oh, I’m not a big fan of sports. I like to play them, but I can’t watch too often. *chugs the rest of his drink, with a grimace, then points to face while facing the bartender* I’ll try what he’s having.

Jesse: I’m not much for football. I’m more into cinematic adventures, but hopefully you all will find women that love the sports as much as you. *orders another beer from the bartender* I’m just hoping my future wife isn’t crazy into sports. Opposites attract and all, but I feel like that’s a little too opposite.

Sam: *drinks from his cup listening to the other men talk.* It’s weird.  I like to play football but, personally I’m not a fan of watching it.  I gravitate towards basketball.  I like how fast paced it is.  And I’ve just taken up golf.  I still suck, but it’s fun and relaxing to play.

Finn: cinematic adventures? Like adventure movies? Sorry, dude like I said I'm super into sports and superhero movies. *finn took a sip of his drink and ordered a shot* I'm a college fan when it comes to basketball. The celtics need a freaking miracle. Basketball is so high scoring though. I like football and how it's played.

Ryder: I feel like I wouldn’t mind my wife’s own personal tastes. Everyone’s different. Some people like certain things. Some don’t. Doesn’t mean we can’t get along.

Jesse: It's not about her having her own personal tastes, but if you're a guy that loves sports and going to sporting events and your wife can't stand that, it could cause an issue. Chances are, however, that if you said that you really like sports, they wouldn't pair you with someone that hates them or has a problem with you watching them. Otherwise, what would be the point?

Sam: *Shrugged* Exactly, at the end of day, I really think if done properly, you should end up at least friends with the woman they choose for you.  Primal attraction… *takes a sip of beer.* Now, that’s the part they can’t account for.  That’s the part that worries me because, let’s face it, men don’t normally go for women they aren’t physically attracted to.

Finn: I guess we will see how our wives are. I'm kinda nervous about having to live with a female. *Finn took a shot and pulled up the glass with alcohol in it.* Trying to find opposites is what they seem to maybe want. Parents are the most nerve wracking out all this.

Ryder: *looks thoughtful* You know, I have to say, the whole “living together” situation, is not something I’ve put too much thought into. Like, what if I forget to put the seat down? Or I hog the bed? I feel like these are important questions.

Jesse: I think it’s a consideration thing, and it’s not about opposites. That’s not how the algorithm works. I use a similar one for my business. It’s about finding a balance. You need someone who is complementary and is striving for the same goal in the end. Like...if it was just about opposites then how would it work in the long run if you don’t really like the same things? As for living together, don’t be a tv husband about stuff. I don’t know. Didn’t you all grow up with mothers? Did you live the toilet seat up then? I don’t leave my toilet seat up ever. So I guess I could be coming at this from a different place.

Sam: *nods, working on his drink.* Man , Fiyou’ve never lived with a woman before? Wait, how old are ya’ll again? Ditto, my mom blew a gasket.  She’s not coming to the wedding at all. *Laughs at Ryder’s comment.* I have to sleep on the left side of the bed.  Other than that, I just hope she doesn’t have stubbly legs, or cold feet. That’s the worst.  Jessie has the right of it, living with a woman is all about being courteous. Except for… You know… *Sam tugs at his collar.*   Just keep track of the weeks and you should be fine.  I like to use the gambler method, myself. -Know when to walk away. -Know when to run. And this is advice from a man who grew up in the house with two women.  *Gives Jesse a weighing look.* What do you do for a living?  Scientist? Or Computers?

Jesse: I’m in the tech business. I basically matchmake companies with employees with a process very similar to this one. I’ve got about a 97% accuracy rate because it’s just like the whole “they can’t account for attraction” thing. Even with all of the tests my company runs, there are just times when outside circumstances have made it not a great match.

Finn: Not really. I've been in dorms and then I lived on my own. Not really a ladies man and the last girlfriend I had was also in the military except she was active and distance was super hard. What Ryder said about the toilet seat is the thing that might get me in a lot of trouble. *Finn shrugged his shoulders and a took a sip of his drink.*

Ryder: Well Finn, you just gotta think about it with muscle memory, I guess. Like, it’s a…. Game. Every time you don’t forget to put the seat down, you get the prize of not being in the doghouse. Hey, Jesse. You talk about 97% like you can do better. You know, I wasn’t the best in school, but I’d say, only failing 3 out of a hundred times, is pretty damn good. *pauses and takes a sip, with a smile* Is that not good enough for you?

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It’s a good thing they brought us together tonight. Some of the guys are really green, when it comes to living with women.  I’ve given them some advice from my many long years of cohabiting with women, but I get the impression they really weren’t listening. All in all, they seem like pretty cool guys.

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Sam: Yeah, that ratio is pretty impressive, Jesse.  We should be so lucky. Hopefully the experts have as much success as you.  *Sam laughs shaking his head.* Trust me Finn.  The toilet seat is going to be the least of your worries. Women have a way of training you to remember that one.  Believe me.  *Finishing his 2nd drink. Sam turns back to the bartender.*  I think I’ll try that jalapenos beer, please.

Finn: We shall see, man. Girls can be scary, but I guess it's cool that that other people tried this thing out. I really thought I was going to be alone in all this. What are you guys hoping to get out of all of this?

Jesse: Well...a marriage with someone I’m compatible with. I’m trusting that God has some sort of plan for me when it comes to this.

Ryder: I’m sure he does, Jesse. I would say I agree, about the marriage compatibility thing. What else would people want from this? Actually, scratch that. We’re gonna be on TV. *looks at the camera then looks away, with a cringe* You ever heard of those actors and models? So desperate for exposure, that they’d do anything? God, I hope I don’t get paired with anyone like that.

Sam: *sniffs at his beer, before taking a sip.* Nope, we have each other. *He said nodding to Finn. Sam’s eyes shifted to Ryder as he spoke.* I’m in it to settle down.  Trying to find Miss Right has become harder, now that we have the world to explore. *Shakes his hand at the beer, and slides it to the side.

Jesse: I can sympathize with you there, Sam. Perhaps, we can form a support group for this experiment. I am certain that there will be a time when we need to vent frustrations and having people also going through these things can only prove to be useful. Not that I think I will have any problem adjusting to married life.

Sam: Jesse that’s an outstanding idea.  Let’s make it happen. *Glances at his watch.* Gentlemen, I hate to drink and run but … I have to go.  *Standing, he pulls out his wallet and phone.*  The third round was on me.  *Paying for the drinks, he makes his way towards the door shaking everyone’s hand as he goes.* It was a pleasure to meet you guys. See you soon.

Jesse: I’m going to head out as well. I have a busy day ahead of me, and I need to get some beauty sleep. I suggest you do the same, gentlemen. You don’t want bags when you meet your future wives. *lips quirk as he stands* Goodnight.