Stacy had been whining to him about marriage for two years. Why couldn't she just leave things the way they are? He was happy; they had a happy life together why ruin it with strings, legalities and documentation. He was planning to tell her that as soon as she came back from the bar with their drinks, funny she was so eager to get them herself.
Sipping his bourbon was the last thing he remembered before the banging head, the laughter and loud music. He sat dazed and confused dressed impeccably in tails next to Stacy a vision in white.