"I’ll scrap your wasted ass off the floor if you need to,
Jess touched her nose; indicating, much like the game of charades, that he was right on target. “I wouldn’t expect less from you, love,” Jess laughed. It was hard not to feel so light hearted around Andy. He would… forever be one of the people who could make her smile even when everything else seemed lost. She didn’t know what it was about Andy; he simply naturally made her happy. And Jessica was sure she wasn’t the only one. He had this essance about him; a loveability that anyone could find once they got past the inital tallness and tattoos. Not everything could be deduced by the cover; and Andy was one of those things. She couldn’t help the smile on her lips with his next statement of her ring tasting better than Ziah’s. “You know… I think you might be right about that… though you mingt want to take a taste just to make sure, McFather…” Jess started though soon continued with “I think… Ziah has probably, officially, has tasted the only McAndy I never tried,” Jess joked with a wink, nudging him slightly. In retrospect; it was true. Though truly she had only said that to make him laugh.
She could see the surprise on Andy’s face with her next statement, however. Could she blame him? His father had always been a touchy topic but Jessica knew how much he loved his father. And despite not really… knowing or remembering what happened when she died… that whole day… was still fuzzy… she did know that this was something her friend needed to hear. And it’s something she was sure of. If Andy’s father was here; he would be the happiest man in the world seeing Andy walk down that stage and get hisi diploma. Hell… Jessica was. “Always Mc,” Jess responded to his nugget statement.
“Anyways… it’s been a whole week and no one has asked me to be a best man yet and I have to say Andy… I’m a little upset,” Jess smirked. “Okay look, I get it, I’m injured. BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN…” she yelled (yes yelled. As if Jess cared about people listening in on her conversation). “…That I can not throw a bloody amazing party,” Jess finished. "But fine. I think I at least deserve to know who took my place. Is it one of your bandmates? Is it Oliver? I swear it better not be Oliver. Your guitarist can’t even get through a concert without breaking a guitar string.