Ace
I couldn't wait to feel the nerves wreck my thoughts and turn me into a fucking mess while I stood at the end of the aisle waiting for Miranda.
"I feel like I'm going to throw up," my brother finally responded, walking over to Jericho's nightstand and throwing back a shot of whiskey.
"Yes, and drinking is clearly the solution to that problem. If you really throw up I'm abandoning ship. You can find yourself another best man," I quipped, shrugging in amusement when he cut me a cold glare.
"Ace has a point, you need to be sober so you can say your vows without looking like a complete moron," Jericho added, shifting his feet apart to broaden his stance and crossing his muscle-corded arms over h