"Marlene just has wedding jitters. She'll get over it. We already missed so much. He'll hate if you're not there for his last night of freedom," said Scott, guilting me into going.
What started out as just drinks between the three of us soon blew up into bar hopping with the groomsmen, of whom there were seven, not including Scott. Three of them were Kenny's brothers, while the other four were mutual friends of Kenny and Scott's.
Three hours into heavy drinking, Scott and Alex, Kenny's former best man, got into it about the impromptu last minute switch in best man.
"I'm his brother. I'm the best man to be the best man," said a drunken Alex.
"Hey man, he asked me. You must have been doing something wrong," Scott slurred. "I'm his best friend. I'm his brother too. He told me so."
