Designated Driver

"Why do you guys even need a designated driver, is what I would like to know," Gabe asked as he navigated through the bustling city streets. And why had he been names the volunteer? Did he look like a professional driver to them? Shrugging that off, he continued to question the females,"I mean, it's not like you're going to get high trying on a bunch of gowns."

Nora chuckled, "Oh, Gabe, you underestimate the gravity of the bridal gown mission. It's not just about trying on dresses and gowns okay? There's an art to it. It's a proper ceremony almost. We must have wine to toast each selection, and heaven forbid we don't find the perfect one—it could mean even more drinks and plenty of fretting. Hence, the designated driver."

Gabe smirked, shaking his head in mock disbelief. " Are you people lush? You're going to choose a gown or get drunk?