HERE COME THE... GROOMS!
WHO: The newlyweds and the wedding guests.
WHEN: September 2nd, Thursday.
WHERE: Berwald's house.
WHAT: Peter and Raivis' wedding. What else.
( Because Carrie and Kuro are both sick out of their mind... this is the result. )
WHEN: September 2nd, Thursday.
WHERE: Berwald's house.
WHAT: Peter and Raivis' wedding. What else.
( Because Carrie and Kuro are both sick out of their mind... this is the result. )
Attending a wedding was fine, but learning you are best man not even two days before, well, that tended to have stressful after effects. Not only was he scrambling to get a suit that fit (thank God for Roderich and the discount his name provided) and suitable wedding gifts, but on top of that he'd been up for nearly 30 hours straight in order to squeeze in writing a speech. Many of it was heavily based off movies and things online that all ran together under his blurry eye watch.
Then, after a few hours of sleep, a half a pack of cigarettes and an awful attempt to slick his hair back, he was standing next to Peter, fidgeting slightly and smiling reassuringly at the boy whenever he looked back.
The ceremony went well, not a hitch, besides half the guests not understanding a word Berwald had said. Then he was standing at the reception with a glass raised and an index card with blurring words in the other, stuttering out some cliche but still heartfelt toast to the newly weds. The wine was drained in one long go as he hurried off to hide by the bar, mixing himself and a few others drinks when they asked for it.
He'd managed to stay there for quite a while, avoiding Berwald and his siblings, and managing to not embarrass himself by asking people he knew if they wanted a drink with a name too dirty for polite conversation. Then Erin had drifted over and they bickered quietly until all was, mostly, forgiven and they parted ways.
Conner stayed until the guests started to slowly trickle away, helping clean up the mess he made at the bar and stopping by the gift table just before parting. A plain silver box housed two things; a leather-bound photo album containing a SD card and a note saying to put whatever song they wished on it to be played whenever the tome was opened (he had no clue about the song to pick, why not let them choose?) and a hand-made quilt, given to him by his mother's mother when he moved out and started to live on his own in the flat above the bar. Decent gifts if he thought so himself, and the quilt, not used for years, had been freshly and professionally cleaned.
Hoping they would like both items he stopped by, giving Peter a quick hug and another congratulations before wandering out into the night, wavering only slightly as he called a cab to take him home.
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