𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: harrison’s family had lost all trust in him and his ability — or lack thereof — to show up anywhere on time. he skimmed through the last ten reminder text messages from his mother, confirming that the rehearsal dinner for his brother was scheduled for 5:00 PM. sure, it was currently 5:40 PM, but he was there and that’s what was supposed to count. so far he hadn’t even been able to catch a glimpse of any of his family members. it isn’t until he goes back into his personal email account, filtering through countless emails with his brother’s name, that he arrives at what seems to be the full itinerary of upcoming nuptial events. there he learns dinner isn’t set to start ‘til 6:30 PM, but people are encouraged to show up by 6:00 PM for a cocktail or two to kick off the celebration. “for fuck’s sake.” never has harrison ever been anywhere early, not even to his job, but this feels like an deep level of betrayal. one that may match something his ex-wife angelica might have come up with, and he knew it was only a matter of time (twenty minutes, probably) until someone mentioned how much they missed having her around. he meandered over to the bar, ordering himself a double bourbon to pregame the festivities, already anticipating what a perfect catch his perfect brother most likely landed.
