Of course, the gathering in the living room couldn't have been more awkward.

"Is everythin' alroght, ma'am?" Jess asked Jamia.
"Oh I didn't know we we're in Scotland, already." Jamia answered, still drunk. "Want a Scotch to go with that accent?"
"I am so sorry, Jess." Frank said rushing to his ex-wife. "This is Jamia, my ex-wife. She's usually a lot nicer when she's sober."
"Ah understand."
"Lemme guess, I supposed the pin up bartender is someone's girlfriend." Jamia asked Frank.
"Yes," Frank told her. "That's Mercedes. She's with Mikey."
"He deserves better."
"Excuse me?"
"There's no way in hell someone with olive skin color has naturally platnium blonde hair like that. She's a fake. Bet bartending's the only job she could get."
"Seriously, Jamia. You need to knock it the fuck off, ok? You lie about me to our own kids, not to mention the second husband. Then you start calling my new wife a slut. Now your accusing Gerard for being engaged to a look-a-like of his deceased wife, calling Mikey's girlfriend a fake, and acting like a total racist jerk in front of Ray's girlfriend. What the fuck is the matter with you?"
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"Everyone," Heather announced. "I'm so glad you all could come here tonight. It means the world to Gerard and I."
"Yay, Gerard and Lynz!" Jamia shouted.
"Anyway," Gerard continued. "as a reminder, the wedding is just a few weeks away. Heather and I have spent months preparing for it, and were hoping you all are able to come."
"There's also a reception following at La Bella Muerte. Sedes works at the restaurants bar and will provide drinks."
"Yay, pin up bottle blonde bartenders!" Jamia added.
"So if you still haven't made any reservations yet, please do so a week before the wedding." Gerard concluded.

"You can all go back to your buisness now." Heather added.
Everyone gathered and left.