Mike and Jimmy
The service was beautiful, the place was packed with so many friends and family, yet in all honesty Rigs had been in somewhat of a daze ever since he laid eyes on Jimmy walking down the aisle. She was breathtaking; like an angel in white, and it took every bit of self control to keep from giggling like a kid on Christmas morning. For his own wedding attire O'Hare went with the traditional kilt and getup, and to the chagrin of a few of his groomsmen they all were rocking the kilts too. Oh Mike dug it, and figured it was a fitting way to silence anyone who would've tried talking shit on Jimmy's gorgeous outfit too.
When the party began, and the drinks started flowing, the real challenge began. Getting hitched to her, sharing the vows before all, that was a piece of cake. Hell he had been downright gleeful to make the public display of his love for her. However dealing with all the folks afterwards, glad handing and thanking em for the wedding gifts and whatnot...having to deal with endless hugs and handshakes, when all he really wanted to do was duck out and be with his wife...that was a tough thing to do. Still at last, when most were out cold, or drunk as hell, Mike managed to finally slip away and find her at last. Not even bothering to pause and change out of his kilt and fancy threads. "Fuck, babe...missed you out there."