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The black stretch limousine Marcus had rented for Rick's last night as a free man pulls up in front of the Lily and drops its occupants off at the door of the swanky cigar lounge. The metalflesh is wearing a tasteful jacket over a crisp, ivory oxford. It's not his usual attire, but then, it's a rather special evening, isn't it? Once inside, he makes himself comfortable in one of the larger booths and orders the first round for the entire party. Once everyone has settled in, Marcus pulls Rick aside under the pretense of needing his help with choosing a cigar.
"Alright, mate. Terri's a wonderful bird. You're a very lucky man. And, she's a very lucky lady. Now, that said... this is your night. You do whatever you want, and I'll make sure no one gives you any trouble, alright? Anyone does give you any grief, you just give me the sign. I'll take care of it."
Marcus pantomimes a particular series of gestures. Once he's certain Rick understands the sign, he slaps his fellow elemental on the back and chooses a couple of cigars for them before returning to the booth. Once they are comfortably puffing on their cigars and sipping their expensive drinks, Marcus concentrates on his connection with Metal and examines each of his companions. He pays particular attention to the presence of any cameras or cellphones, and prepares himself to keep track of where they are at all times for the rest of the evening, intending to disrupt their operation at a moment's notice. When he's finished, he raises his glass.
"Here's to Rick. Congratulations, mate. Tonight is your night."
After a few round of drinks at the Lily, the group stumbles back into the limo and is dropped off at Club Ember. Although there is a bit of a misunderstanding at one point, the less said about it, the better. In the end, a good time is had by all, and they somehow make their way to The Forge. After a boisterous time at Spartan's club, those left standing are led to Harry's for last call amongst the rest of the dregs of the night's revellers. Although Marcus has the strong impression that he had gotten into a fight somewhere along the way, he's in no shape to remember any of the specifics. After ordering one last round for himself and Rick, he drapes his arm over his friend's shoulders for a final heart-to-heart.
"Yeah... Terri's one lucky lady. You want to know why? Do you? Because I'm not the best man. You're the BEST MAN. That's why. The best. Iloveyoumate. You're my best mate."
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