Alexander

The screw on the champagne bottle made a plop, and then the champagne opened, leaving Nathan Moore’s hand completely covered in foam.

“Hurray! That's it, man,” he cheered as he began to pour the drinks into our glasses.

“Splendid,” I commented with a giggle.

"Wonderful! Just don't drink a lot, okay? You can't get drunk before you should; You don’t want to receive no as an answer at the altar just because you’re drunk, do you?” He said that, making me ...