(CRP) Frostbite in Summer

[Friar Tuck]

Married. The friar snorted loudly, not sure if he was more amused or disgusted by the young couples drunken demands. He turned to face the group, the lines of old age and disapproval etched deep into his skin as he downed yet another drink and slammed the glass heavily onto the bar. So, you want to be married do you? he asked grumpily. Locked in holy matrimony til the day you die, for better or worse blah blah blah. A crooked, slightly disturbing grin spread across his face as the Friar discovered the perfect revenge for his ruined evening. I can marry you right here, right now. He declared. I'll show these stupid kids he thought to himself.