HERE COME THE... GROOMS!

[longlivesealand]

WHO: The newlyweds and the wedding guests.
WHEN: September 2nd, Thursday.
WHERE: Berwald's house.
WHAT: Peter and Raivis' wedding. What else.

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[not_whales]

Even in the midst of Come Fly with Me, Dewi had to fight the urge to smile - to any signer, a terrible notion, as Frank Sinatra was never meant to sound so bright. But he smiled, at Peter, at Raivis, and at Arthur’s sulking form in the corner. He stood upon the elevated stage, decked out in black, white, and a bowtie, with five students plucking and grinding their violins and bass strings behind him.

He would have sung until his voice went hoarse, and it seemed to feel that way between sips of wine, swallows of ice water, and the next request. Love songs, break for water and let the DJ take over, another love song, and then a slice of cake. A clap on the shoulder, a toast to the couple; his present shone in an opal wrapping paper and powder blue ribbon. A number of familiar faces shone in the fluorescent disco lights of the dance floor - a few students, relatives, and perhaps he was imagining things when he caught a glimpse of his former therapist - but he wasn’t one for dancing, especially in the strange ways these children danced today. On his second piece of cake, Dewi was already pondering his third half-glass of wine, conveniently strayed the table on the opposite room of Arthur.

Dewi bade all his string quartet a good night as they left, respectively, and then gave the couple his best, and vanished into the night with Sinatra’s songs slipping between his lips.