Pre-Wedding Preparations: John and Ambriel
It was not a surprise to John, or anyone, that Ambriel was the early one. John hadn't even been able to arrive before the diligent angel. He had Ambriel's jacket in a dry cleaning bag over one arm, the shoes in a box under the other, and set them both down carefully. John glanced at Ambriel as the angel looked at himself in the mirror and the witch smiled to himself, reflecting on the previous night.
John wanted to say the bachelor party for Ambriel had gone off without a hitch, but there had been some errors. Like not knowing he was supposed to call ahead to book that many people at Strike!. The owner had not been happy when a paint splattered rumpled group of people had come in and wanted lanes all together. A smooth word from Mickey had made it work out, and John was spared any embarrassment. He had had no backup plan.
John was not an athletic person. The paintball and laser tag games had been very brief for him. He got tagged out almost instantly, but had played anyway, for Ambriel. In fact, the entire night had put John far out of his comfort zone and he did it for Ambriel. Leon's presence had helped. As a result of a long night of physical activity he wasn't used to, John was sore and had struggled to get out of bed that morning.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat anything? At least drink some water. You played hard last night. You've got to be thirsty." Dutifully, wanting to be a good best man for Ambriel, John picked up a water bottle and stepped up beside his taller friend. "Here. Drink up. Can't have you passing out before you say 'I do'."