He took her hands. She was shaking. He was shaking. He'd always envisioned this more... sober. Dick smiled. "You're going to marry me. Ha." Dick slammed a hand down on the bar. "Ha! Get everyone another whatever they're drinking, barkeep! We're getting married! This is a celebration!"
The patrons, who were already applauding the happy couple, cheered for the rich idiot who was slowly killing their liver. Dick raised his glass yet again. "To Carrie Kelley, who proposed before I got the chance! To Barry and Iris, who got us on the subject! To pineapples, which make this rum palatable!"