Gunslingers

Brian couldn't keep the smile off his face. He was marrying his lady love today, and we were all lined up to begin the procession to the alter.

The music started, and we all made our way down the aisle. Rae barely gripped my elbow; she wouldn't even look at me. And from the moment I saw her earlier today, I was cemented in my love for her. She was just as beautiful as ever.

The wedding march started, and Brian grinned, small tears in his eyes. Laura looked stunning. She made her way down the aisle and right to the waiting arms of Brian. He pulled her veil over her face and his grin grew.

The ceremony passed relatively normally and then came the vows. They stuck with the traditional ones and then exchanged rings. He'd never looked happier. Brian cupped her face and kissed her. Weird, he was officially married now.

"Okay, wedding party pictures," the photographer said.

Brian and Laura stood in the middle as we lined up around them. They took a whole bunch of photos with various groups. Then it was time for the actual reception to begin.

Dancing, drinking, and Rae looking stunning. I sighed. I needed to find someone else to fawn over. There were plenty of women to hook up with here. I could find one and forget about the woman I was madly in love with; although, that hadn't worked over the last three years.

"Dude, stop staring at Rae," Vengeance said, "She's going to notice. Just go ask her to dance."

I turned to face him. "She hates me." I turned back to look at Rae. She was chugging a beer and had never looked sexier.

"Yeah, why is that? Y'all were such good friends before you left for Green Team." Jimmy sat down next to me, handing me a champagne glass.

"I asked her to marry me the day I left for Mississippi."

Three glasses clinked down on the table. I hadn't seen Johnny come over. They all looked at me like I was insane. I didn't even want to mention that she blamed me for her career.

"Um... you what?" Johnny switched my champagne glass for water. Clearly, he thought I was going to something incredibly stupid. "Why?"

I grabbed my glass back and chugged the bubbly drink. "Cause I'm in love with her." Standing up, I went to congratulate the newlyweds.

Brian and Laura smiled at me as I came over to them. I hugged each of them. At least all my friends had found their happily ever after. Man, this entire event was making me sappy. The DEVGRU boys would laugh so hard if they saw me right now.

"Based on the looks the guys are giving you, they know you're still very much in love with Rae," Brian said.

"Yeah... I'm gonna go get drunk."
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"Sanders, are you drunk?" Rae asked, pulling a bottle from my hand.

I nodded. I had a very nice buzz going and wasn't feeling down anymore. Alcohol was good at dampening my feelings to this gorgeous woman.

"Let's get you home," she said, "The bride and groom left thirty minutes ago. Where are you staying?"

"Hotel Cornado. I can just call a cab." I moved away from the bar, stumbling slightly.

She smirked at me. "Well, I'm also staying there. We'll split one." We walked to the cab area, and she waved one down. God damn, that woman still had an ass to die for.

We got in the car and the second it started moving, I realized how drunk I was. It felt like everything was spinning. How long was this drive? I needed air and a toilet.

"Rae... I don't feel good." I put my head between my legs. "Can you help me to my room?"

"Jesus Christ on stilts, yes." She rubbed my back. It was so soothing. Then the taxi stopped, and I almost puked.

Rae paid the driver and helped me out of the cab. I was still having the spinning problem and leaned over her as we walked to my room. We made it to the elevators before the urge to vomit hit me hard. I gagged.

"Rae, I have to puke."

She rushed me to a trash can and rubbed my back as the glasses of champagne and beer bubbled up. It burned. I hadn't been this drunk in a long time. Everything hurt.

"You ready?" Rae helped me stand back up. "Where's your room?"

"316." We walked to the elevator and got back inside.

"Right next to mine."

The elevator arrived, and we got in, heading to our rooms. It stopped and she helped me inside. I made my way to the bathroom and puked again. Then attempted to undress to no avail.

Rae came in and helped me get to my boxers. She didn't look or comment, just guided me into the shower. Once the water came on, I took my boxes off and closed the curtain.

The water felt great, and I was so pissed I had got this drunk with Rae around.She probably didn't think highly of me, not that she had in the last three years. I was a fucking moron.

"Only way this could get worse is if I told her I was still in love with her." Did I just say that aloud?

Notes

Oh boy... Matt, why do you keep fucking up?