Whatever The F He Wants

EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

MISSY & DUNN

"I can't believe the nerve of them," Missy shook her head. "God, I need a cigarette. They're vultures, filming him!"

"Come along, get away from the debris. Look at the flowers," Dunn nodded. "Man, this thing itches. Bam'll need your - our - help to get him to the service."

MATT 'SHITBIRD' COLE & JASON ELLIS

"Man, it kicks you in the gut," Matt shook his head. "I need a stiff drink. I won't be goin' back to that bar on my life."

"I've gotta go see my boy O'Connor," Jason clapped him on the back. "He's sittin' in the front row with the Margeras."

KATIE & LISA

"We haven't met," Lisa offered her hand. "Please, I have some tissues. Don't worry about it."

"Thank you," Katie sniffed. "You know, I've always liked her. She seemed so fearless. She always did what she wanted. And Tim - oh! - to look at him now. It feels like there's acid in my gut. I could barely dress myself this morning. Sorry, how do you know - I mean, did - oh, sorry!"

"I'm Jason's girlfriend," Lisa pointed.

HANNA & JESSICA ROTHSTEIN

"I'm Mark," Hanna waved. "But everyone - "

"Sorry," Jessica sniffed. "That's better. No, I have my own, thank you."

"Dunno what to say," Hanna fidgeted. "Well, I grew up next door. Took her to prom. You - well, you met her, right?"

"She was one of the bridesmaids," Jessica nodded. "She was with us for the filming of Missy's wedding. Oh, God. There I go again."

JENN & RAAB

"You go to the service?" Raab signaled the bartender. "Nah, me neither."

"Would've done," Jenn sloshed her glass. "But with - with Bam there, it wouldn't have gone down well."

"Same here," Raab took a swig. "She didn't really talk to me much."

"She opened up a little," Jenn shrugged. "I could see she had eyes for Tim from the beginning. I have no clue how he'll cope, or Ape and Phil, or Bam... Jess... "

"It's selfish to say it," Raab belched. "Excuse me. But I've gotta say it. It was a lucky miss for Dunn."

"It's not selfish," Jenn squeezed his hand. "And you believe me, he'll have survivor's guilt. Wasn't there someone in the back, too?"

"I should feel sadder, right?" Raab glanced. "We saw each other but we didn't really talk."

"Don't punish yourself," Jenn nodded. "It'll come in waves. And when it hits, Raab - Chris - don't go to the booze. Please don't. I've seen what happens."

"To Bam?"

"Just promise me," Jenn squeezed his hand.

"For you, I'll do it," Raab set his beer down. "And for her."

Jenn felt her smile fade. Raab glanced at the TV above the bar.