Apparently everyone is conspiring to ruin Spencer's night, because someone keeps making sure Brendon has a full beer, and by the time Spencer actually gets to dance with him, he's giggly and goofy and drunk. Spencer leads him off the dancefloor to the catcalls of their friends, and even though he knows he'll be glad for it tomorrow, tonight he's really not approving the idea that the honeymoon cottage is so far away from the main beach house. And Brendon doesn't shut up the whole way there, talking about how much he loves Spencer and their wedding and the moonlight on the ocean and that little lizard on the path that Spencer better not step on.

Brendon flops back on the bed and lets Spencer undress him, still talking about things he loves, only now it includes Spencer's hands and air conditioning and the box of condoms on the nightstand but NOT FUCKING BUTTONS! (Spencer would kiss him to shut him up -- it's a proven method -- but he's a little occupied with said buttons)