~* I don't own the Ducks, they belong to Disney and Taz is the property of the fantastic Stalk Star, Kory Montel is mine. This story is set just over two years after 'Trapped' and I'll be using the same inspiration generator for a challenge in each chapter. If you have a challenge you'd like to see in future chapters, just send them to me.*~

The song Girlfriend In A Coma by The Smiths / An accusation of having 'rather gay hair' / A severe insult directed at Luis

Taz's POV

Les is in the living room muttering at the DVD player, he's convinced Banks broke it on him last week when he told Adam he had 'Rather gay hair.' Personally, I think it might be on the fritz because of the can of Grape Soda, I spilled in it the other day. I however am not about to tell him that. I may get my engagement ring taken back if he finds out I killed his precious DVD player.

Wait a minute, you didn't know Averman and I are getting married? Where have you been? It's the talk of Minnesota for crying out loud. Well, I guess I may be exaggerating a little, but it is a big deal to all our friends. The proposal had taken place right in front of all them at the joint birthday party Charlie and I have every year. The funniest part of it was he'd accidentally mixed up the small present boxes in the car and I had opened the one containing the autograph ticket stub from a Minnesota Wild game, Charlie got the ring with the amethyst butterfly on it.

"Mail's here!" I call from the kitchen, watching the postmen leave the driveway of our apartment, from the window above the stove.

"So go get it." Les instructs frustrated, still tinkering with the entertainment system. I will tell him what I did to it eventually, I'm almost sure I will.

"I'm making lunch, so unless you want Frisbee rather then cheeseburgers, you better go check."

I hear the door open followed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. I nod and grin, I won. I normally do, I think after two years of being together he's finally realized it's best not to argue with me. His things seem to wind up in pieces or bent to hell that way.

Again I hear feet on the stairs, though this time they seem to be running, and the door flies open. "We got an RSVP for the wedding!"

I bounce happily, elbowing the pan, almost knocking the food to the floor in the process. "Open it!"

My fiancé does as he's told with a happy smile. I can tell he's bursting with excitement too, this is the first RSVP, we've gotten back. It's funny how we could not get along for so long, but really we're practically the same person inside. We get worked up over the same silly little things. "Oh, it's just Charlie's, plus one it says. I guess Kory's, coming back from college for the wedding."

"Who invited her?" I snort and roll my eyes. Kory Montel, I hate that girl with a passion. Charlie deserves so much better then that.

"Come one Taz, behave, you haven't seen her in over a year, give it a break."

"My point exactly, she just packs up and goes back to Georgia and leaves poor Charlie, here, the girl is evil."

"This from a Super-Ball on speed, who I know wrecked my new DVD player and has let me blame Banksie all morning." Les teases, kissing my forehead.

I blush, busted. "You caught me huh?"

"Oh yeah."

With the subject changed from my despise of Charlie's girlfriend, I decide to mention something I've had on my mind for a day or two. "I think you should get purple tuxes." I declare just as he takes a bite of his burger.

Les promptly chokes, sputters and spews him food all over my tidy kitchen floor. "Oh no, no way. We've already got purple flowers, purple bridesmaid dresses and I'm still trying to figure out how Fulton tracked down that purple limo, I'm even willing to have 'Girlfriend in a coma' by the Smith's played as the dollar dance song, but I draw the line at me wearing purple. I am not going to my own wedding dressed like Barney the dinosaur."

I pout a bit, though he is right. It's his wedding too, I shouldn't be so pushy, I guess I can let him think he's won. I'll work on him more later, I don't give up that easily. "So, what VD infected groupie do you think Luis will be bringing?"

He laughs. "Now you know as well as I do Luis's girlfriend doesn't have VD, it's herpes we need to worry about."

I flop onto Les's lap and he wraps his arms around my waist, I can't wait to get married. He leans in like he's going to kiss my cheek and instead blows on it, it of course makes a raunchy farting noise. "Gross Taz, excuse yourself."

I pinch him in the thigh, hop off his lap and run toward the bedroom giggling as he chases behind me. As long as we're together, nothing can go wrong.