Who: Lt. Surge, Goose, ANYONE EVER
What: An wedding. An reception.
Where: The stadium, then a... a club hall? Yeah, screw your fancy dance halls and ballrooms. THIS is where it's at.
When: February 25th. Wedding takes place in the early evening, reception takes place at night.
Warnings: Depends on who shows up, but swearing's a given.
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... Everything ever explodes. )
He actually... really liked the thought. He was beyond beaming today.
But enough about sitting inside and getting himself ready. He was fine, he thought, as he tried to stray from the mirror. He kept looking back as he did. Was his hair fine? No loose ends or anything? Was the outfit [don't mind the crappiness it is pretty old art actually ahhh] as wrinkle-free as possible? Was everything intact? Was his fly open? Everything seemed to be in order, and the impulsive part of him told him to get the hell out there. The rest of him, however, wanted to be sure ( ... )
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This was it. No turning back now. They were making it official. With everyone from SBG as their witnesses.
Man, how had it come to this? Surge couldn't believe he was actually getting married. Just a few years ago, he would've joked off the idea. Especially getting married to another man. But there he was, about to pledge loyalty and love to the pilot. How the times had changed.
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It was kind of funny how things worked out.
Goose approached the altar and gave both Surge and their wedding... whoever (I forgot the term shush--).
"Dearly be-... uh... beloved," the man stammered, staring at Goose's hair as if it was some sort of alien creature that just landed into the stadium. "We are gathered here today to..."
As the man yammered on, Goose honestly didn't pay much attention. He only took Surge's hands in his, his head bowed slightly. All he knew was that they were getting married, and nothing else really mattered, right?
Well, that is, except for the man getting them married."... Mr. Goose ( ... )
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The minister cleared his throat and turned towards Surge. "Lieutenant Surge, do you take this man, Mr. Goose, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward?"
Well, if Goose could give such a flippant reply, Surge could too. "Hell yeah I do."
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And then the guy blabbered some more about a couple more things, and... honestly, Goose was just excited for him to hurry up and get to the rings already. He finally did, however, and Goose eagerly took Surge's first.
"Hey, gimme."
The man stared at him amusingly, but said nothing about his jumpy behavior. "Please place this ring on Lieutenant Surge's finger and say-"
"'With this ring, I thee wed' or some shit?"
"... Yes, exactly."
"Oh. Heh. Right." Far from traditional indeed. Goose gently took his husband-to-be's hand and slowly slipped the ring onto his finger.
"With this ring, goddamn this is so corny- I thee wed."
So. Corny.
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"With this ring, I thee wed. Maybe."
Grin a mile wide, he placed the ring on Goose's finger.
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The best part, however, was still to come. Goose felt his heart slam against his ribcage as the next important line came:
"And by the power bestowed upon me, I now pronounce you husband and..." He glanced at both of them. Well, the man couldn't very well call Goose his wife. "... husband, I'd suppose. You may ki-"
And so Goose hopped onto Surge and brought his lips to his own before the guy could even finish. He probably found them the oddest couple he'd ever wed in his life.
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Screw the usual 'throwing rice and running out happily'. This was much better.
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