Howie followed closely behind Nick as the blonde burst into the restroom. The older man found his friend vomiting profusely. He turned away in disgust. "Sick!" He said aloud.

He was soon joined by his follow bandmate AJ. "Hey, D."

"Hey, AJ."

AJ glanced into the taken stall. "Nick's a little sick, huh?" he laughed.

The last two members entered. "Darn!" Brian bellowed. "An hour before my wedding and I get a stain on my tux!"

"Relax, Bri, we'll get it out," Kevin assured him.

AJ slapped the machine infront of him. "Damn! You stupid piece of junk! Give me my drugs!"

Everyone stared at him in silence.

AJ stopped beating the machinery. "What? Advil is a drug."

They all rolled their eyes and returned to their business.

Howie sighed. "How 'ya doin', Nick?"

"Bad!" Nick gagged.

B-Rok hung his head. "Why me? My wedding day and I get a stain. And now my best friend is ralphing!"

"Relax," his older cousin reminded him.

Nick dragged himself out of the stall. He then fell to his knees, and stuck his head in the sink. "Howie," he moaned.

"Yeah?"

"Turn on the water!"

AJ kicked the container. "What made you so sick, Nick?"

"I ate a lot of cake," he grumbled.

"What cake?" Brian wondered in confusion.

Nick shut his eyes. "I don't know. It was white with two people on top."

"MY WEDDING CAKE!" Brian shouted as he fell against the door, causing it to shut. He gritted his teeth and turned to Kevin. "Don't you dare tell me to relax!"

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