“Shut up, Rodney,” I growled.
“Ow! What the fuck, Royce?” he complained as he rubbed the sore spot.
“Cut the crap, moron. We need to wrap up the rehearsal so I can go back to the office and get some work done. Quit screwing around.”
Rodney turned to face me, hands on his hips. “You’re thinking about work the night before your wedding?That’s messed up, dude.”
“Now’s not the time, Rodney.”
“Hell yeah, it’s the time. I’m trying to get you to come to your senses, asshole. This whole thing is a joke, man. The groom isn’t even here. You’re making the biggest mistake of your life!”
Chris, one of the four groomsmen behind us, interjected, “Dude, you’re way out of line.”
“No, I’m not. He’s just being stubborn,” Rodney retorted.