Avery, one the other hand, didn’t like weddings. He never had, really. The reception after the ceremony wasn’t unbearable, he supposed. The bridesmaids were free to run amok, and Avery was free to talk them up, drink champagne with them, and dance with them. Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed to do any of the three anymore, or at least right now. That didn’t stop him from taking occasional glances at girls in dresses with short skirts. Ah, how he missed those days. Oh, wait – he knew that girl. What was her name…? Channel, Chantal… Sherry, maybe? Avery grinned back over her. He remembered she had nice legs, anyway.
While looking around, his eyes fell on a brunette who was in a very flattering black dress. Who was that? Oh, right. It was his fiancé. Avery figured he should probably make his way over her way to show that he was not only a good piece of eye candy, but a lovely significant other, as well. Grabbing another champagne flute (he may as well, it was the only thing keeping him from being nauseated by all the happiness), he made his way over to Vivica who was now accompanied by another girl he didn’t recognize. “Hello, ladies,” he greeted. Avery lovingly rested an arm around Vivica’s waist.
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