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George heard a knock on the door and looked through the peephole. He opened the door with enthusiasm.
"Walter!" George threw his arms around Walter in a huge hug. Walter couldn't return it, and George looked down. "What is this?"
"Beer."
"I can see that." George led Walter into the kitchen, Walter kicking the front door closed with his foot. "But why did you come over here tonight with beer? Brad's out dining with some friends."
"I know," Walter said. "Brad went out to dinner with friends because I asked him to. You only get married once."
"Especially at our age," George said, laughing.
"We're celebrating. Me and you and beer." Walter pulled a bottle from the case and handed it to George. "Here you go, groom." He grabbed one for himself. "After all these years, did you think you'd ever get married?"
"No, I thought I'd never see the day. After all these years, did you think you'd be best man at my wedding?"
"No." Walter lifted his bottle. "To you and Brad."
"I'll drink to that," George said, clinking bottles with Walter. They both took huge swigs.
"Now let's get drunk."
"Sounds like a great idea."