Darwin wasn't even sure what the hell had gone on most of the day. Things had happened all day and well, his job was just to get married and then get smashed, right? Right. Things had been a little strained between the Hobgoblins, but after a few shots of really nice vodka and a hit or two of gillyweed, well things were definitely more relaxed. Enough to talk about shit, at least. The bad had agreed they hadn't acted like a band at all and Stubby had been pretty quiet about everything, but he didn't seem mad enough not to stand up there with them.
Of course, Kirby was his best man and well, someone had to stay sober right? Right. So they would make an announcment on Monday about one last concert and then that would be it. Given that, Darwin was a little less exhuberant than he'd been this morning as he stood up there next to Franzy. He still had a big grin on his face though, why wouldn't he?
He had a really hot wife and lots of booze and he and his mates didn't hate each other anymore. They had been together since they were twelve and kind of ready to move on, in different ways. This way with Franzy and a solo project or him, a solo career for Kirby, and the other blokes would do what they did best.
With a nudge in his back, Darwin blinked and looked over at Franzy whobseemed to be waiting for something, "Oh fuck right yeah I do. Right?"
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