After two weeks of partying and drinking, Adrian's wedding day finally arrived, and he wasn't that happy, but he couldn't escape it.
- Come on, brother. - Bryan says. - You’re not the bride to be late.
- Leave me alone, Bryan. - Adrian replies. - My head hurts a lot.
- It would be a miracle if your head didn’t hurt. Dad and I had to go to a nightclub almost two hours away just to pick you up drunk and surrounded by women. - Bryan says. - You know what would happen if someone took a picture of that and published it, what Jack would do if he saw his future son-in-law drunk and sleeping with four women at the same time on the eve of the wedding? If Petra finds out that I entered a place like that, I’ll be sleeping on the couch for a week.
- Alright. Let’s just get this over with. - Adrian
