NaNoWriMo -- Day 5
NaNoWriMo -- Day 5
Bride of Tranquility
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I'm slightly over my word count for today. Which is good, because the words flowed like tar. In December. On an Ice Floe.
Rachel’s wedding planner called himself Lord Valentine. His name was Bob, and when he wasn’t wearing tights and strutting around like a -- man who wore tights for fun and recreational purposes - he pumped gas at the local service station. But Jake wasn’t fooled. Even when “Bob” was giving him a fill up and washing his windows, Jake could see Lord Valentine peeking out.
The way Jake figured it, the real person inhabiting that Bob-shaped hole in the world - was Lord Valentine. Bob was just a cover so that Lord Valentine could get by in the world when he couldn’t wear his tights and have people address him as Lord.
Rachel found him the way a lot of desperate brides with fantasy wedding hopes found him: At the local Renassance Faire. There he put on a last-minute wedding each day for eight solid weekends -- and collected enough referrals to keep him busy planning weddings the rest of the year.
Rachel got his card, and then drug Jake to a “Lord Valentine Original” wedding. There he saw plenty of women wearing corsets who had no business wearing corsets. Or rather, they should be wearing corsets, but under their clothes where descent women wore their underwear, not out for all the world to see with bits of them spilling out everywhere.
Jake was still having nightmares about that. It gave new meaning to the term poured into that dress.
Other than the expansive tracts of land, so to speak, Jake saw a very embarrassed kid who normally wore jeans with holes in them get henpecked into a pair of tights, a speedo and something that Lord Valentiene called a doublet. Jake wasn’t certain what folks in the Renaissance had for wearing their underwear on the outside, but he planned to ask this Lord Valentine when he and Rachel met with the guy today.
If he could just get there.