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[OOM: There's an old superstition that it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding (Plourr doesn't believe in it; Rial might). Still, though, surprisingly enough, everything goes off without a hitch.]
There is a princess bride sitting at the bar. How to tell she's a princess bride? She wears an unmistakable simple silver circlet settled on her head, and, well, there is a dress. It is strapless and cream-colored, the bodice fitted and voluminous skirts (which entirely hide the barstool and take up the general area around her) cascading into a long train. Intricate patterns of antiqued gold encircle the waist and crawl up the hems.
Of course, her arms are very muscled, her hair is cropped close to her head, and she has a bottle of beer in hand (that she is drinking fairly steadily from), but Plourr has never been big on the whole 'be a lady' thing, and hey. She's wearing makeup. She earned at least one beer.
There is a princess bride sitting at the bar. How to tell she's a princess bride? She wears an unmistakable simple silver circlet settled on her head, and, well, there is a dress. It is strapless and cream-colored, the bodice fitted and voluminous skirts (which entirely hide the barstool and take up the general area around her) cascading into a long train. Intricate patterns of antiqued gold encircle the waist and crawl up the hems.
Of course, her arms are very muscled, her hair is cropped close to her head, and she has a bottle of beer in hand (that she is drinking fairly steadily from), but Plourr has never been big on the whole 'be a lady' thing, and hey. She's wearing makeup. She earned at least one beer.