((Takes place shortly after
this. Open to all, but especially Chiana, Bombalurina, Jack Hodgins, Bun-Bun, Jack Sparrow, Jadzia Dax, Strong Bad and Strong Sad.))The search for a party had gone badly. Apparently people were still too befuddled about their new state of holy matrimony to really indulge in drinking just yet, so Chiana and Bombalurina
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She took another swig from the rum. "People are so boring," she muttered and blinked a couple of times. Whoa. Dizzy. "If I were them I'd want to go out and party. Isn't that what people do when they're married against their will? Yeah, against their will!" she hollered at a passing House-elf. It better keep its distance, that thing, or she was going to scratch its eyes out. Bombalurina sighed. "I don't want to be married. No offence, hon." Because as far as wives went, Chiana was pretty cool.
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She giggles again, amused at how quickly Bomba's feeling the effects of the rum. "None taken. Marriage is for welnitzes. Except us, of course. We're just victims of circumstance."
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She nodded seriously. Welnitzes. Absolutely. Those were the things marriage was for. "Yeah! Victims! That's us." Bomba sighed deeply. "It's still better than being mated to someone. That's what we do, back home. No marriage." She grimaced. "Just the mating dance." And that was BAD ENOUGH.
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She cocks her head at Bomba, trying to figure that one out. "Mating dance? I dunno, sounds sort of fun to me." She punctuates her statement with a little shimmy over in Bomba's direction. "Loads better than just standing there and saying boring vows, anyhow."
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