"Would you be our Preacher Enmarius?" Hans held the joint below his lip for a moment before hitting it again. "That is, if you're willing to." The joint trailed between us as Hans handed it to me.
"What's a Preacher Enmarius?"
Hans's chest pumped with a chuckle and he cleared his throat, "No. Would you marry us? Be our preacher?"
I choked on the inhale at my mistake and began to laugh with stars glimmering through my vision. "Yes. I would be honored to marry you two." I handed the joint to Hans.
"You can become a preacher online. It's just some paperwork and, like, thirty bucks. We don't want a religious ceremony and all the preachers we know are affiliated with a church." He drew from the joint and bellowed out a lungful of contemplation, "you were our first thought."
I paused with my face toward the fluorescent lights above me. The smoke swirling around us created movement in an otherwise still moment, Hans was fixed looking at the beer in his hand. "Yeah, man. Fuck God. And thank you for thinking of me."