Man of Honour

Egos and estrogen had run too high. As the gay ringleader of a pack of jealous girlfriends, Jerry knew he'd never make it to "Maid of Honour": there were too many female contenders for the position, and he was okay with losing -- after all, MOH was big responsibility, and he was happy, for once, to peruse the company at the promised open bar and let Rory handle behind-the-scenes.

It was *just like* Rory to get plastered the night before the wedding, lose the bride's gown, and run off with the first random Greek man who'd talk to her. And when it came down to it, of course Jerry had a spare dress on hand, because what else are gay best friends for?


But fuck if he was gonna compromise his mint new Prada kicks and carry it over the craggy cliffs himself - that was all Brother-of-the-Bride duty.