The Grid members took their seats.
"Are the bosses going to come and drink with us later?" Tyler Wood asked.
Penelope Wilde replied, "Of course, it's part of the groom and bride's routine."
"Then let's get Maverick drunk; as the groom, he can't be spared, let's get him wasted!" Tyler proposed.
"Sure, if you dare, buddy," someone said.
"Are you crazy?" Finn raised an eyebrow, "There's no need to get him completely drunk. Having him tipsy during the bridal chamber would be more romantic, don't you think?"
"Talking about the bridal chamber in broad daylight, don't embarrass The Southern Division; we're decent people," Apex mercilessly teased.
"Pfft..." Eliza Lynn couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Decent people? More like nonsense, no one believes that.
Sean Sloan looked innocently, "I think being half drunk is fine."
"Right?" Finn agreed.
"I think so too," Penelope Wilde echoed.
"Let's settle it then, we'll do it together!" Tyler Wood slapped the table.
