Saint Clements Castle | Portland, Connecticut | Saturday Afternoon
The big day had arrived and St. Clement's Castle couldn't have looked more beautiful. The place was impeccably decorated and no detail had been overlooked. It was almost as if someone had taken all the best elements you could pull from a storybook wedding and made it real
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Dale
Dale was adjusting his tie in the mirror and for some reason couldn't stop grinning. "I tell you boys, I had hoped the giant and the midget were looking out for me somehow," he replied to the groomsman.
Albert"Yeah. Giant. Midget," Albert grumbled. "Throw in that guy out there with the forehead and you got yourself a freak show worthy of a the smallest carnival in Hickville."
HarryHarry rolled his eyes at Albert. And probably Dale as well. After working with the both of them during what had to be the weirdest case on record, he was quite used to their surreal/acerbic comments but he couldn't help the reaction. "I gotta tell you, Coop. I don't know what the hell happened or how we got here but if it means we get to stand up for you on this day? It's all good to me."
DaleDale gave his old friend a smile and slap on the back. "Harry? You're all right."
Albert"God," Albert groaned. "You can practically choke on the sentimentality going on around here."
DaleDale just grinned at Albert. "You don't fool me, Albert. I know you're a sucker for weddings."
Albert"Bite me."
ReneeRenee knocked once and then just walked in. It wasn't as though it would be anything that would scar her for life. "You better be decent, Cooper."
Dale"Well I've always been called a decent fellow, Montoya," Dale smirked as he adjusted his boy tie.
Albert"Actually you're a freaking boy scout," Albert groused. "It's borderline disgusting."
Renee"It's part of his so called charm," Renee shot back with a smirk. "Cooper, we have a problem with the minister."
DaleDale stopped fussing with his tie. "Problem?"
Harry"I'm sure he's just running late," Harry replied. "Or something like that. Right, Montoya?"
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ReneeGreat. Killing the messenger, right?
"Passed out drunk is a little past late."
Albert"Well guess you're screwed," Albert said standing up. "I'll go tell the bride the wedding just went down in flames."
Dale"Hold up Albert," Dale said sternly. "Exactly how drunk are we talking about?"
ReneeRenee sighed. "He had enough time to sign the certificate, but also enough time to finish half a bottle of scotch." And god had it looked good.
Even after all this time.
HarryHarry let out a long whistle. "That much booze? We better call in for reinforcements."
Albert"Yeah," Albert said rolling his eyes. "I'll call dial-a-priest and order one up. I hear if they don't show up in thirty minutes the ceremony is free."
Renee"Did you manage to finally get a priest in town maybe?" Renee asked, arms over her chest and looking thoughtful.
Worf"Perhaps," said a deep voice at the doorway, "I could be of assistance."
Albert"What the hell is wrong with that guy's forehead?"
DaleDale hushed Albert with a gesture of his hand. "Mr. Worf? Do you know someone who could perform the ceremony?"
Worf"Yes," Worf replied. "Me. My culture has a very traditional ceremony that could be adapted for humans to use."
Renee"...Congratulations, Cooper. Married by an alien," Renee said dryly.
Dale"At this point in the game, I don't think I have any choice," Dale grumbled as he grabbed his jacket. "Worf? Come with me and write out what we need to do for the ceremony. I've got to talk to the bride."
AlbertAlbert watched as his friend headed for the door before shaking his head. "Oh, yeah. He's a dead man."
[Open for interaction if you wish to catch Dale on his way out or to interact with others still in the room]
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