Who cares if we’re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow-
Who: Lion's Gate Employees, and maybe the Adventurous Gossip Reporter/Paparazzi or two?
When: June 21st, All Night
Where: Lion's Gate Club & Observatory
Summary: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
Warnings: Bridezilla Alert!
Since the pornstar bride was half-fae, and it was the summer solstice, and the groom had millions to spare, the club's observatory lounge had been completely transformed into a Midsummer Night's Fairy Garden for the elaborate wedding reception and gala.
After arriving in a coach drawn by white horses, flashbulbs snapping wildly in the valet parking lot, all cluttering and clamouring by the doors with press passes who were not on the 400 person guest list were to be turned away, absolutely no exceptions.
The wedding party had changed outfits for the third time, bride and her court clad in what looked suspiciously like costume lingerie, dripping gaudily with silks, thin gossamer and jewels, barefoot, for the entire carpeting had been covered with tarp,and real, thick sod had been rolled over the floor. Dainty curling archways decorated the ballroom, adorned with hovering lanterns and flowers made from hand-blown glass. The bar was open- guests were taking heavy advantage of it. There was a harpist, a pianist out in the hors d'oeuvres hall, and a string quartet.
The cake was unfathomably enormous.
The groom was beaming and jovial, parading his new wife around like a showpiece, and seemingly some thirty years rewound into his prime, himself.
The maid of honor was already missing, having abandoned the party and the vocal performance she was supposed to give in the bride's honor to wrap herself around the nearest cute busboy and drag him away into some storage closet.
This debauchery very much permeated the atmosphere of the entire affair.
It was going to be a very long night.
When: June 21st, All Night
Where: Lion's Gate Club & Observatory
Summary: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
Warnings: Bridezilla Alert!
Since the pornstar bride was half-fae, and it was the summer solstice, and the groom had millions to spare, the club's observatory lounge had been completely transformed into a Midsummer Night's Fairy Garden for the elaborate wedding reception and gala.
After arriving in a coach drawn by white horses, flashbulbs snapping wildly in the valet parking lot, all cluttering and clamouring by the doors with press passes who were not on the 400 person guest list were to be turned away, absolutely no exceptions.
The wedding party had changed outfits for the third time, bride and her court clad in what looked suspiciously like costume lingerie, dripping gaudily with silks, thin gossamer and jewels, barefoot, for the entire carpeting had been covered with tarp,and real, thick sod had been rolled over the floor. Dainty curling archways decorated the ballroom, adorned with hovering lanterns and flowers made from hand-blown glass. The bar was open- guests were taking heavy advantage of it. There was a harpist, a pianist out in the hors d'oeuvres hall, and a string quartet.
The cake was unfathomably enormous.
The groom was beaming and jovial, parading his new wife around like a showpiece, and seemingly some thirty years rewound into his prime, himself.
The maid of honor was already missing, having abandoned the party and the vocal performance she was supposed to give in the bride's honor to wrap herself around the nearest cute busboy and drag him away into some storage closet.
This debauchery very much permeated the atmosphere of the entire affair.
It was going to be a very long night.