“Meet me at the altar?” I heard singing again, and we rushed to the backyard, and I closed my eyes at the sight before me. Quasim was ripping his white shirt, while Meer was behind him hyping him up, both of them drunk as shit. “Do it, yeahhhh,” Meer had his background vocals. They were slurring and stumbling as Sim continued to sing while ripping his shirt, and I couldn’t keep a straight face because I had never seen him so uncontrolled. He dropped to his knees and sang how he was ready to commit to me, while Meer started dry humping the grass behind him.
