Page 32 of My Thursday Throwback

“Good grief, I can’t believe we recorded our stupidity,” Scott said.

“No, it’s good to see a different side of Scott. It shows me that you will be able to have some fun with our children,” Zelda said softly.

“I do look forward to making some babies with you,” he said, trying to laugh. “I can’t make a smile today, but Zelda, I am going to marry you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s what you keep promising,” she said. “I tell you what, today, we stay in bed and plan for our future together.”

“Nope. I am going back to sleep and pray when I wake up that I am sober,” he said, turning. His fingers grazed her hand as he rolled to his side.

“I love you and I want my happily ever after,” she told him.

“And you shall have it,” he told her. “Right now, I want to see your brother and sock him in the nose for getting me this drunk. I went to bed drunk. I woke up drunk. I’m still drunk.”

A light tap came at the door.

“What in the hell Zelda? Does everyone want to come over this morning,” Scott groaned? He sighed deeply, opening one eye to look at her. “I love you, too, but please, find me some aspirin.”

Zelda bounded from the bed to the front room of the suite, peering out the peephole to see a grinning Pip at the door. She opened it to have Pip bounce through the door like Tigger, Michael, red-eyed staggering in behind her. She threw her left hand into Zelda’s face showing off the sparkling ring.

“Michael and I are engaged!” She squealed.

Her brother frowned at the loud pitch of his new fiancé’s voice, praying silently she would stop talking forever, or at least until the throb stopped in his head. He mumbled Scott’s name and Zelda pointed toward the bedroom.

“Is he awake?” Michael asked.

“Kinda,” Zelda said going back to Pip’s ring.

“That is beautiful Pip! Congratulations,” Zelda told her, returning the embrace. “Come on in. I’m starved, let’s start some breakfast for everyone.”

Arm in arm they went into the kitchenette, chattering away about wedding dates, her move to Texas as well as Zelda’s move to Kentucky. Michael held the wall as he moved with baby steps into the bedroom, finding Scott partially covered by a sheet in the king-sized bed.

“I am still drunk... having trouble standing, so move over,” Michael said, easing his way onto the bed, laying back on the pillows.

“Me too,” Scott said. “Yesterday was a bad idea.”

“You’re telling me? I don’t remember a great deal of it, but I do vaguely recall telling you that I loved you,” Michael said. “Or am I confusing that with someone else?”

“Nope. You told me you loved me,” Scott said, trying not to laugh.

“Please tell me that has nothing to do with my asshole is hurting,” Michael mumbled, looking at the ceiling, wondering why it was moving in waves.

Scott felt around the bed finding his phone, sliding his finger over the screen to pull up the video of them having an intimate relationship with a testicular massaging, ass crack vibrating chair.

“I had sex with a chair,” Michael said flatly.

“Well, at least it wasn’t the one with the cock sticking up in the middle of it,” Scott said chuckling but stopped mid-laugh due to the pain in his head.

“Man, I also managed to get engaged last night. I don’t remember that shit either,” Michael added.

“Does she have a ring?”

“Yeah, she has the one I bought for her.”

“Congrats,” Scott said.

“No. I have to go and meet her mother. Scott, she sounds scary and it also seems likes she is going to be a bigger pain in my ass than the one I am currently experiencing from the crack violating chair,” Michael said solemnly.

“Don’t worry about it. What I am worried about is Zelda meeting my family. They are nuts,” Scott said.

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