What a healthy marriage looks like

Let's get married!

"What in the Sam Hill happened here?" Dell asked as Mick opened the door to the back of his Landrover, "I was in a bit of a rush." He moved over to a cabinet and searched through the limited amount of clothing items he owned as Dell looked around, "Did you leave your rifle here when you left?", "I left one of em'.", "One of em'? Did you bring a rifle to Ms. Sweeney's?", "'Course! You never know when a bunch of wackos are gonna bust down the door, I keep it right next to hers'. Ah- here we are," He pulled out his pair of nice jeans and his jacket and set it aside, looking through his shirts for something presentable. "I work in all these, I can't get married looking like I just came out the bush!" Dell waved his hand, "You could use a shower too," Mick sighed, "I guess we can go back to Lynn's-", "Don't you know it's bad luck to see the bride on your wedding day?" Mick blinked, "Dell, I've been with her all morning.", "Don't matter. You can use my place- and I might have something clean you can wear." It occurred to Mick that Dell might have gotten on board a bit too quick, but he was in a rush so he couldn't concern himself with the thought, so he just grabbed his clothes and a razor and followed Dell back to his truck.