Weddings And Wine *MATURE*

1. Don't forget the bottle!

"I do" she said. Elle looked around and almost half of the church was crying. She could never really understand what the heck weddings had to make people cry like babies. She puts her hand on her forehead like she was trying to hide her embarrassment and continued to watch the scene in front of her.

"You may kiss the bride"

"Oh God" she murmured looking down at her watch. All she wanted was to go to the reception already, so she could eat lots of good and expensive food and then hide in the kitchen drink her wine quietly until she was drunk. She smirked, 'Now that's a plan' she thought.

People started to clap and Elle recognize this part. It was time to leave.

She was the first person to leave right behind the recently married couple. She pushes herself to the middle and smile at her sister.

"Congratulations, guys! Now tell me, is the wine good?" her sister, Victoria, rolled her eyes.

"Only the best for you." her, now, brother in law, Brad, answered smiling down at her.

She started to pick up her pace towards her car, looked behind her and said "That's what I like to hear".

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So here she was!

Lonely Elle, hiding in the kitchen with her bottle of wine in her hand while she watched the catering staff working. She barely ate because the moment she took a big fork of expensive fish into her mouth she saw aunt Priscilla heading towards her. So she got up and walked quite fast while hearing her aunt screaming for her attention.

'That old lady', she thought remembering the moment. She would definitely ask her the typical questions that she does every freaking wedding, like 'how is work? Still working in that piece of garbage you like to call club?', 'Has any boy took an interest in you? It's okay, propably is because of that extra pounds that you have gain, but someone will notice you eventually.', 'what about school? You really don't want to finish college? What if the club closes or you get fired, nobody will take you for a real job.'.

'See? That is why I ran as fast as I could', she thought to herself.

"So here is where they keep the wine." someone said by the door. She forced herself to look up to see this pretty boy, no, a handsome boy, no, not a boy, a man. She smiled, couldn't look like a loner getting drunk by herself when the party is on the other side of the door. Her smile died when she remembered that that is exactly what she was doing. He looked at her strangely.

"Yes," she was able to say. "this is where they keep the wine but this bottle" she lifted the bottle off the counter. "is off limits."

"Really?" he took a step forward with a smirk on his face. "And why is that?"

"Because this bottle is really expensive and shouldn't go to waste, that is why I'm gonna drink it all up by myself." he laughed but she was dead serious. "Besides, what rhymes with wine? Mine, bitch." he puts his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, all yours. Where can I find a bottle for myself then? Or are they all expensive?" he asks and she smiled looking down at her bottle.

"They are all expensive." he made a puppy face and she giggled. "But, I guess, I can give you one." he smiled again. "You just have to answer to one question." he immediately took a seat next to her.

"Anything."

"How bad do you need it?" she kind of challenged him and he laughed.

"You have no idea how bad. Let's just say that one of my friends just got married what makes me the only one in the group to be single." she looked at him serious. 'Was this a joke? Did he talk to my aunt or my mother?' She thought. She got up. "Oh, come on. It's a pretty serious matter, I just want to get drunk and you look like someone who wants the same, so let's team up." She smiled at him, open the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine. He took a deep breath. "You scared me. I thought I was being abandoned." She opened the bottle for him and slided it across the table until it was in front of him. She took her seat once again. "Alright, let's get started. Where are the glasses?"