Characters: Riza Mustang Hawkeye, Roy Mustang and YOU When: Wednesday, 30th March 2011 from roughly 4pm Where: The Meeting Hall. Rating: PG Summary: It's a wedding...
GARTER BELT AND BOUQUET FIASCO - liberties are taken *sob*saintedsinnerJune 5 2011, 22:43:47 UTC
Edward really hadn't been in a wedding before, so the time honored traditions weren't familiar. All he had known was that he was being nudged over to the other group of 'single guys' for some ceremony of some sort. He'd just watched the completely embarrassing event of Mustang getting Riza's garter belt; actually he spent more time looking away so when the other guys were being gathered, he didn't realize it was for 'future crowning.'
"I don't even get this. No one told me what was going to happen next--"
The lacy, stretchy fabric nailed him right in the face, making him jump and paw it off. There it was, baby blue, crumpled delightfully in his hand.
Meanwhile, Negi - who was still sporting a pink blush on his cheeks, thanks to the champagne - stood nearby, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. And looking so incredibly confused. The thing had just beaned him in the head and fallen into his hands, and he had no idea why. He hadn't been in a wedding before, either.
It wasn't until he heard from the cacophony of people what he should really be doing with the garter that his face turned three shades of red. Put the garter on the person who caught the bouquet? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
"Oh.... hell no." No way was he sticking this up someone's leg. No girl, ever. Well. Maybe Rachel. But he'd be a gentleman about it! He looked around, looking to see who caught the flowers and he stopped, frozen in mid-step.
The shout only served to make Negi even more confused. As Ed's composure slipped, so did his, and that bouquet went flailing along with his arms, the ribbon somehow wrapped around his wrist so that he wouldn't truly let it go.
"Wh-wh-what tradition...!?"
Oh god, what did catching the bouquet mean? How did Ed know?
"They're saying I have to put this up your leg!" Ed's now heading over to Negi, hissing as he's gesturing back to everyone else with the scrap of fabric. "It's tradition~~~."
"... what!?" Oh. Oh no, this wouldn't do at all. Negi felt his face flush a dark red, hands gripping the bouquet tightly. He ducked his head down, whispering loudly.
"Damn right we can't!" Now Ed's looking around for Al. If this party was going to make him do these weird things, Al had the right to know! He grabbed for Negi's hand with the intention of getting out of the center of attention.
Negi could feel all of those eyes on them, and he swallowed hard. He wasn't usually one to crumple under pressure, but in a situation like this, and with the alcohol totally not helping...
"Out of here." But that promptly backfired as people were herding him to the main dance floor, where there was a chair. "What are you freaks doing!? We're getting out of here! You're all NUTS!"
Oh, crap. They certainly didn't make it far there. Negi couldn't help but be pushed back along with Ed, eventually bumping the backs of his legs against the chair and being forced to sit in it.
Aw, man, this wasn't what he wanted to do! They were back on the dance floor, in the center of attention with everyone chanting for them to do it.
And where the hell was that music coming from? It sounded like something that should be in a burlesque house. Not that he would know anything about that, of course.
He gave Negi a helpless look, as if the level headed teen would be able to rescue them. "Now, what?"
Truth be told, Negi wasn't sure what to do, either. The eyes on him, those chants and that music - especially that music - were all working to make him more and more embarrassed.
His hands went to the sides of the chair, gripping them tightly, trying to will away the embarrassment. "... I... don't think they'll let us go until we do whatever they want us to do..."
He looked around them, giving each and every laughing face a death glare. Oh yeah... they were dead. "Fine," he ground out as he dropped down on one knee, ready to place the garter up six inches on Negi's calf.
Negi sat perfectly still as Ed pulled it up around his ankle and onto his calf. He was completely in agreement - it was just supposed to be on the leg, right? And it was. So they should be able to leave.
The crowd, though, had a different opinion. Judging from their booing, just the calf wasn't acceptable.
"I don't even get this. No one told me what was going to happen next--"
The lacy, stretchy fabric nailed him right in the face, making him jump and paw it off. There it was, baby blue, crumpled delightfully in his hand.
"What?"
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"... heeh?"
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"Oh.... hell no." No way was he sticking this up someone's leg. No girl, ever. Well. Maybe Rachel. But he'd be a gentleman about it! He looked around, looking to see who caught the flowers and he stopped, frozen in mid-step.
NEGI?!
"NO WAY. THIS TRADITION SUCKS!"
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"Wh-wh-what tradition...!?"
Oh god, what did catching the bouquet mean? How did Ed know?
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Fuck tradition. He wasn't doing this.
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"W-we can't do that!"
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"Come on, we're outta here."
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"Wh-where are we going--"
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And where the hell was that music coming from? It sounded like something that should be in a burlesque house. Not that he would know anything about that, of course.
He gave Negi a helpless look, as if the level headed teen would be able to rescue them. "Now, what?"
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His hands went to the sides of the chair, gripping them tightly, trying to will away the embarrassment. "... I... don't think they'll let us go until we do whatever they want us to do..."
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"There! It's on his leg! Can we go now?"
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The crowd, though, had a different opinion. Judging from their booing, just the calf wasn't acceptable.
"... It doesn't seem like it."
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"There! I'm not going any higher!"
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