Tradition
Michael sat at a table in the corner of the dimly lit room, nursing his
third drink--soft drink. The acrid smell of stale beer and tobacco made his eyes
and nose run. He looked around the room at the mix of humans and aliens that
had come together to defeat the Shadows.
It was an odd mixture. Spices that were mortal enemies were sitting together
downing one drink after another. But that was the power of John Sheridan.
The man they were here to honor.
"Tell me why we're doing this again?" Lennier stood in front of him.
"It's an earth custom called a Bachelor Party. On the night before a man
marries, his friends take him out, get him drunk, and celebrate his last day as
a free-man. There are usually some erotic movies and dancers, but we promised
the President we would keep the party somewhat tamed."
Lennier opened his mouth, most likely to ask a question, but was cut off by
the arrival of the guest of honor.
Londo stood on top of the bar and shouted, "Everyone is here now, let us
begin the celebration."
Cheers and laughter could be heard coming from the tavern, and the party
lasted until the wee hours of the morning. Leaving just an hour to recover
before the wedding ceremonies started.
End
Author's Chapter Notes:
B5