"Look, this is not going to work!"

Two hours before the nuptials and Rodney already hated the wedding planner. He was cute, but that really didn't make it okay. Really.

He sighed and turned toward Sheppard. "Why isn't it going to work?"

"We'll need more liquor." Sheppard's hair looked like he'd been running his fingers through it, maybe pulling it out.

Rodney rolled his eyes. "I haven't even finished stocking the bar."

Sheppard pulled up a chair, spun it around and sat on it backward. Of course he did. He even had the nerve to look really hot while doing it.

"Look," Sheppard said, "These two families hate each other. It's going to take a river of alcohol for this thing to not turn into a riot."

Rodney smiled. "Yeah, I know. The bride's my best friend's cousin. My whole SUV is filled with booze."

John grinned, then rested his forehead on his folded arms on the chair-back. He let out a long sigh, and then looked up at Rodney. Rodney raised his eyebrows and kept unloading a case of Two-Buck Chuck.

"Hey, McKay?" Sheppard said.

Rodney glanced up. "Yeah?"

"After this thing's over, can I buy you a drink?"