Half Runaway Bride - 2

Runaway Bride -2

The wedding got over. Groom was happy and satisfied and the bride was probably still harbouring secret escape plans, with limited resources, her plans mostly remained as fantasies, good for the groom.

By evening every guest was to be seen by the bar counter, chilling out or sitting quiet, still and in deep thought ..trust me alcohol can do wonders, either it brings Fidel Castro out of you or makes you Socrates...to put it in simple words - you become more confident.

So here my Fidel Castro, inflated with liquor induced confidence suddenly decides to talk to the groom's dad. The groom's dad, quite gentle of a man who was sitting in one corner with his quota of drink was then confronted by my protagonist in a manner by which a tigress mauls at her prey----first clenching on the throat, cutting the oxygen supply of the victim and then feasting ..similarly the tigress in my story at first firmed her grip around her victim's neck and started her conversation that was no less than a hunting/feasting...

Well..now the conversation part---pretty simple it was. "Don't mess up with my friend, take good care of her...these weddings and all are of no value..all bullshit (excuse my language as I am just quoting)..." you will behave righteously. ...right.you better do!!"..and she loosens her grip...victim takes a gulp down and sits straight.

Friends, please get married, invite all your friends and don't forget to keep a bar counter...