There was an open bar and the line seemed to go on forever. Brad could still feel people staring at him as he waited in the endless line but felt better now that his ass was no longer on display.

Dean stopped by as Brad continued to wait and thanked Brad for not saying anything about his ripped pants during the ceremony. The two men got to talking and Dean asked Brad why he was waiting in the long line. He informed him that there was a bar at the other end of the reception hall that was just serving soft drinks and the line was moving much quicker.

"Soft drinks?" replied Brad. "I want a beer."

"Ahhh. Brad I don't think that's such a good idea, Buddy," responded Dean. "You see Mary Beth and I are responsible for this affair, it being our wedding and all. And I'm sorry, but we can't have any underage drinkers here today. We promised the management of the hotel. You understand."

"Come on. They won't check my ID and I look old enough. And anyway, it’s not like I've never drank beer before."

"I know, man--but not today. I'm sorry. Look I don't want anything to spoil your cousin’s wedding day. And I'm sure you don't either. So forget it. Promise me."

Brad nodded, "Okay I promise."

Brad couldn't believe what he was hearing. But he had no choice, so he got out of line and made his way to the other bar to get a soft drink. However, this being Dean's wedding day, Brad knew that he would be preoccupied, so as soon as Dean was out of sight Brad got back in the long line and waited to get himself a beer. There was no way he wasn't drinking at his cousin’s wedding. He could hold his alcohol. Dean and Mary Beth would never be any the wiser.

Brad was on his fifth beer and Dean hadn't even noticed so Brad felt that he was in the clear. He was out near the dance floor hitting on Mary Beth's Maid of Honor when he felt a strong hand come down on his shoulder. Brad turned, pissed off, and his eyes met Dean's. Brad was speechless. "Come with me!" barked Dean. Brad made his exit without saying good-bye to the girl he had been speaking to and followed Dean into the coat check room which was empty of any people but full of their coats.

"I'm furious!" snapped Dean. "You promised me, Brad! Doesn't a promise mean anything to you!?"

"Yeah, man it does, but look, I knew I wouldn't get out of control. I just wanted a few beers," protested Brad.

"It had nothing to do with you getting out of control. I have the management asking me why Mary Beth's 19-year-old cousin is walking around this place drinking. They are threatening to throw us out! I told you that Mary Beth and I were responsible for what went on at this affair and you agreed to do as I asked, and the minute my back is turned you go off and do what you want to do anyway. Do you want to ruin your cousin’s big day?"

Brad hung his head, "No. Look I'm sorry. I'll stop right now. Here take my beer."
Dean took the beer from Brad but was still furious. "I can't believe you would do this after I asked you not