Wedding fight club

Now that we were a bit closer I had a chance to take a good look at George. He wasn't particularly unimpressive. Tall guy, dark hair. Few extra pounds, nothing particularly awful about him. Apart from the look of anger and the way he was yanking at the arms of the two swarthy looking gentlemen holding him back.

"Are you fukkin outta your mind?" The sound of Nikki's voice was loud at my shoulder. "What da FUCK are you doing, George?"

George's head spun towards Nikki and his expression hardened even more.

"Oh THERE you are. What happened, spend too much time on your nails again?" He spat the words at her angrily.

"I've Been here for almost two hours. Don't you change de subject on me again, what de hell is dis, George?" Nikki addressed her husband angrily, standing next to me with her arms crossed. The slight red on her features spoke of the fact that she'd been having a couple drinks an hour.

"I don't have to explain myself..."

"Oh is dat right? Did you even check your phone before now? Take two fukkin minutes between your schmooze sessions to see if I needed some help."

"We don't need to be airing our dirty laundry..."

"Oh, it's out in the open for the whole family to see apparently..."

I tuned out a bit, looking over to where several people were crowded around the older man. He was seated at the booth again now, and there was a handkerchief still held to his nose that had a red stain on it. He was gesturing towards George and I noted that a couple of the guests had taken out their cellphones to immortalize the moment on some social media site. They were doing it discretely, and out of eyesight of the older guy.

He seemed to be involved in an animated conversation in another language, which was punctuated only by a random shout or two at the guy still being held back and arguing with his wife. I momentarily slid my hand into my pocket and felt my keys with her wedding ring still on it. A flash of panic went through me as I realized that Nikki still had my wedding ring, hanging right between her tits, and any second now, her husband, who I knew had a violent temper, to judge from this outburst, would notice it.

Or... maybe he wouldn't. I mean, I'd totally lost track of time as it was, and with the darkness outside, wasn't really sure of the time. He hadn't noticed his wife dancing with another man and woman or drinking with them. He hadn't noticed that the bride was now staring at him furiously, and that the shouting he was doing at Nikki wasn't making him look particularly good to the rest of the wedding party.

Maria's arm grabbed at mine, and I noticed that she seemed to be waiting to follow my lead on this.