Damon runs a comb through his hair, adjusts his coat, and finally decides that he looks okay. Black tuxedo, a dark gold vest...He totally looks okay.
"I do look okay, right? Not too much make-up? It's only a little concealer, but I don't wanna be that gay guy wearing make-up and really obvious and what if it's hot?"
He's not nervous. Run-on sentences are just a sign of...something else.
He looks to Jennie, Kate, and Eric, his three 'groomsmen' for the event, that question still on his mind. He does look okay, right?
Kate looks into her reflection in the mirror. Her hair is actually styled for once, and she's wearing a gorgeous black tux with an orange vest and peppy jeweled heels. She looks...well, amazing, really. Even if it's not really the way she'd normally dress. She tears her face away from the mirror and smiles warmly at Damon. "You look amazing, Damon. You can't even tell you're wearing make-up."
"Tch, let me take care of that." Jennie steps in front of Damon to adjust his tie. She's wearing her own tux, with a low-cut gold vest and crystal-studded heels.
One more adjustment, she straightens his jacket, and gives him a light pat on the cheek. "You look devastatingly handsome, Damon. He won't know what hit him."
Dealing with Todd's behavior has gotten the best of him this moment. Adding into it the raging hangover that he's nursing, and Rick has to get a breath of fresh air.
...fresh, sea air that is. With a cough, he's into the other room, where Damon is prepped and fixed. He walks towards them, taking Jennie's water glass and drops two Alka-Seltzer tablets in there.
"...Don't worry. Its not Miraclo. Even that won't kill a morning after like this." He tilts it and takes a gulp, lowering it quickly with a cough.
"Not too much more, Damon. You need to walk in a straight line down the aisle, you know."
She begins to push Rick back out of the room, gently angling him towards the door.
"Go, make sure my brother is OK. And make sure to keep that tux, because damn, Rick..." Her hand on his ass, and a squeeze, before she pivots back to face Damon.
"What do you need, sweetie? Anything?" He's looking a little nervous.
"Don't you dare, Eric! I know where you live, remember? I also know what happens when you get drunk and baby, you do not want the society pages knowing about that!" She's teasing, of course, nudging him with one elbow as she speaks.
"We'll get this show on the road in no time, and then... then, my friend, will be the time for celebrating."
She just knew he'd been standing there long enough to hear her swear, and no matter how old she was, doing that in front of her Dad was always embarrassing.
"Of course it'll be dignified. And if I'm not struck by lightning in the next few minutes, I'll be shocked." A quick hug for her father and she straightens his jacket. "You look fantastic, Dad."
Alan winks. "From our presence and purpose here today, Damon, I have to say you must succeed." He then wraps an arm around Jennie with typical paternal protectiveness and adds, "Just tell me where to stand and to keep my trap shut and I'll do my best not to embarass anyone."
"I do look okay, right? Not too much make-up? It's only a little concealer, but I don't wanna be that gay guy wearing make-up and really obvious and what if it's hot?"
He's not nervous. Run-on sentences are just a sign of...something else.
He looks to Jennie, Kate, and Eric, his three 'groomsmen' for the event, that question still on his mind. He does look okay, right?
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One more adjustment, she straightens his jacket, and gives him a light pat on the cheek. "You look devastatingly handsome, Damon. He won't know what hit him."
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...fresh, sea air that is. With a cough, he's into the other room, where Damon is prepped and fixed. He walks towards them, taking Jennie's water glass and drops two Alka-Seltzer tablets in there.
"...Don't worry. Its not Miraclo. Even that won't kill a morning after like this." He tilts it and takes a gulp, lowering it quickly with a cough.
"....that's. not. water."
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"Holy shit, Rick. If you'd have asked, I could have told you what was in there."
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Damon takes another sip of his own, both to ease the pain of last night and to keep his nerves steady. Big day and all.
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She begins to push Rick back out of the room, gently angling him towards the door.
"Go, make sure my brother is OK. And make sure to keep that tux, because damn, Rick..." Her hand on his ass, and a squeeze, before she pivots back to face Damon.
"What do you need, sweetie? Anything?" He's looking a little nervous.
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He looks back and forth between the girls and Eric, who cracks a smile.
"Don't get too nervous and cancel, Damon. Todd's a cutie, and if you leave him alone, I might have to go marry him instead."
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"We'll get this show on the road in no time, and then... then, my friend, will be the time for celebrating."
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"Of course it'll be dignified. And if I'm not struck by lightning in the next few minutes, I'll be shocked." A quick hug for her father and she straightens his jacket. "You look fantastic, Dad."
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Then Alan turns toward Damon and offers his hand. "It'll be good to welcome you into the family, son."
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Damon, intimidated by Todd's father? Noooo.
"It's an honor."
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"I try, sir."
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