"Linc's glaring at the bartender and he—yep, he's ripped up the guy's number and—" I bit out a laugh. "Flo, he's thrown her over his shoulder and is now walking out." "I'm surprised Annie hasn't started scream—" "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Annie's screech cut through the reception, conversation ceasing as heads of the loitering waitstaff twisted their way. "This is my best friend's wedding, motherfucker! And you're ruining it!"
