"Man, are you just begging for a whooping today?"
The two were horsing around when Roger's voice came from outside the door. "Y'all had enough fun? Today's Ian's big day. Nobody better step out of line."
They all chuckled and bantered until the clock struck the auspicious hour, then they hopped into the car and took off.
No sooner had Chase settled into his seat than he shot Sasha a message. [The world's most dashing groom and his squad of groomsmen are en route. Brace yourselves for our arrival.]
Quick as a flash, Sasha hit back with a voice message. "Roger that, just you wait and see!"
Ryker snorted upon hearing this, "I heard she's dug up a ton of pranks online. Today, it's every man for himself."
Chase scoffed, "What's there to fear? We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Just watch me."
As they rolled up to the Bell family estate, they were greeted by four sharp-dressed men lined up with mischievous grins plastered across their faces.
The wedding convoy came to a halt, and Ian was the first to step out of the car. He extended a hand respectfully to the oldest of the men. "Sir, go easy on us, will ya?"
The man chuckled, "Clara was lost for over twenty years. We found her, and you're swooping her off her feet. You think we're gonna go easy?"
Ryker, full of youthful vigor, shot back, "Then bring it on!"
"Alright, see this acupressure mat? Shoes off. You lot are doing a jump rope relay. Hundred jumps to pass."
Roger winced, "That thing's a killer. It nearly brought me to tears at my own wedding. I'm not jumping."
Ian booted him in the rear, "You think we brought you along just to look pretty? Since you've been through it, lead by example."
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