Why Do Flowers Cost so Much?
Who: Iris and Pat
Where: The Espresso Pump
When: Monday Afternoon
Pat looked at the flowers she was looking at in her book and blanched. "Dear lord, I paid less than this for a few of my guitars!"
"I know. Looking back, I wish I had lied and said that they were just for a party. We're not having much in the way of flowers. I refuse to pay that for something I can go dig out of the ground." At least her dress was non-traditional enough that it didn't go for wedding dress price.
Hey. I've told you before. As long as you're there, looking amazing, and our friends and family are there... that's all that matters to me."
As he spoke, he let his gaze flicker over her briefly, as he realized that he was lucky enough to be with a woman that he still found as sexy and desirable as he did the day they met.
She looked up from one of the books and smiled at him. "I know, but I don't want to bankrupt us in the process. We need to pin down a date, though. Relatives are starting to nag, and telling them 'soon' only works for so long." She didn't like pressing, but she needed to right now just to get her damn mother off of her back.
"How would January be? Too soon?" He sounded adorably clueless about how these things went, but damnit, he was trying.
"No, I think January would be a good month." Iris grinned at him. "Do you want earlier or later in the month? I'm good either way."
"Earlier. Sooner I can see that rockin' little body in whatever dress you picked out, the better." He grinned and winked at her, reaching over to place his hand on hers.
"Good with me. You know that you can't see me in the dress until I'm walking down that isle. It's bad luck to do anything otherwise." Not that she thought that anything would jinx them.
"Who would have thought I'd be marrying my biggest fan, hm?" He flashed a teasing grin at her, and squeezed her hand lovingly.
She squeezed his hand back. "Do you think that I thought that I'd be marrying the totally hot singer for Daylight Dies? It's amazing, you and I getting together, you know?"
He leaned over the table, pressing a sweet, gentle kiss on her lips. "Well... a lot of things happened to make this come to be, so... consider me a believer in fate, Iris. Because seriously... you are the sexiest, most amazing woman I have EVER met."
"It must be fate," Iris said, kissing him back briefly before leaning back in her seat. "I mean, the stars had to align and everything, but I'm so glad that they did."
"I think I've caught every guy in the band checking you out at some point..." Pat laughed there, admitting it to her. "Can't blame them, but they know to back off."
She laughed. "I think Jack thinks of me as a sister now, and I didn't think that was possible for him to think that about any woman that actually wasn't a sister." Not that she knew if he had any siblings or not.
Don't let that fool you." Pat raised a brow as if giving her a warning. "Jack is a BEAST. If it's attractive and have a vagina? Chances are Jack will hit it."
"Very true. He'll at least try, and he's nothing if not persistent with women." She laughed. "Still, he's at least only passively hitting on me at best now, so I'd say be grateful for small favors."
"True. If Jack really put the moves on you, I wouldn't have a chance. He's that good." Pat laughed though, knowing his best friend would never dare. "I'm sincerely frightened about the bachelor party he's planning."
Iris rolled her eyes at the thought of Jack actually hitting on her. If only Pat realized that he didn't stand a chance in hell. "I'd be scared of any party that Jack planned. Heard anything about it yet, or at least anything I can hear?" She didn't worry about what Pat would do. She trusted him.
"Nope. He's being eerily tight-lipped about it. I can only guess it involves strippers, loud music, and much debauchery." He grabbed her chair and pulled it closer to his, so he could wrap an arm around her.
She leaned against him when he pulled her closer. "I have to admit, I'm not too worried. I trust you. Just don't be too bad or I'll sic three angry Texas brothers on you, and they don't play."
"Come on. What stripper could POSSIBLY be hotter than you? For real." The cutest part was, he meant it. Pat was never a womanizer to begin with, but he was smitten with Iris.
"And that was the perfect thing to say," she said, reaching up and kissing him on the nose. "That is why you will make an awesome husband."
"Well, you forgot the parts about me being able to write songs for you, and the part about how great I am in bed... but I'll accept that answer." He laughed and leaned in to kiss her neck. "Wanna get out of here? Let's just say the wedding will be the first Saturday in January, and now we can go home and I can show you more reasons I'll make a great husband."
She giggled. "All of that sounds good to me." She wondered if he ever would write a song for her. That would be all kinds of awesome if it ever happened.
"Cool. Let's blow this joint, then." Pat stood, quickly put all the magazines back into a knapsack he'd brought, slung it over his shoulder... then grabbed Iris, picking her up as though preparing to carry her over the threshold.
She squealed when he picked her up. "What are you doing?" she asked, grinning.
"Taking you home, soon-to-be Mrs. McConnell... to give you a preview of the honeymoon..." And with that, he started walking.
She laughed again, even as other people turned to stare at them. If they didn't get it, then they obviously had never been in love.
Where: The Espresso Pump
When: Monday Afternoon
Pat looked at the flowers she was looking at in her book and blanched. "Dear lord, I paid less than this for a few of my guitars!"
"I know. Looking back, I wish I had lied and said that they were just for a party. We're not having much in the way of flowers. I refuse to pay that for something I can go dig out of the ground." At least her dress was non-traditional enough that it didn't go for wedding dress price.
Hey. I've told you before. As long as you're there, looking amazing, and our friends and family are there... that's all that matters to me."
As he spoke, he let his gaze flicker over her briefly, as he realized that he was lucky enough to be with a woman that he still found as sexy and desirable as he did the day they met.
She looked up from one of the books and smiled at him. "I know, but I don't want to bankrupt us in the process. We need to pin down a date, though. Relatives are starting to nag, and telling them 'soon' only works for so long." She didn't like pressing, but she needed to right now just to get her damn mother off of her back.
"How would January be? Too soon?" He sounded adorably clueless about how these things went, but damnit, he was trying.
"No, I think January would be a good month." Iris grinned at him. "Do you want earlier or later in the month? I'm good either way."
"Earlier. Sooner I can see that rockin' little body in whatever dress you picked out, the better." He grinned and winked at her, reaching over to place his hand on hers.
"Good with me. You know that you can't see me in the dress until I'm walking down that isle. It's bad luck to do anything otherwise." Not that she thought that anything would jinx them.
"Who would have thought I'd be marrying my biggest fan, hm?" He flashed a teasing grin at her, and squeezed her hand lovingly.
She squeezed his hand back. "Do you think that I thought that I'd be marrying the totally hot singer for Daylight Dies? It's amazing, you and I getting together, you know?"
He leaned over the table, pressing a sweet, gentle kiss on her lips. "Well... a lot of things happened to make this come to be, so... consider me a believer in fate, Iris. Because seriously... you are the sexiest, most amazing woman I have EVER met."
"It must be fate," Iris said, kissing him back briefly before leaning back in her seat. "I mean, the stars had to align and everything, but I'm so glad that they did."
"I think I've caught every guy in the band checking you out at some point..." Pat laughed there, admitting it to her. "Can't blame them, but they know to back off."
She laughed. "I think Jack thinks of me as a sister now, and I didn't think that was possible for him to think that about any woman that actually wasn't a sister." Not that she knew if he had any siblings or not.
Don't let that fool you." Pat raised a brow as if giving her a warning. "Jack is a BEAST. If it's attractive and have a vagina? Chances are Jack will hit it."
"Very true. He'll at least try, and he's nothing if not persistent with women." She laughed. "Still, he's at least only passively hitting on me at best now, so I'd say be grateful for small favors."
"True. If Jack really put the moves on you, I wouldn't have a chance. He's that good." Pat laughed though, knowing his best friend would never dare. "I'm sincerely frightened about the bachelor party he's planning."
Iris rolled her eyes at the thought of Jack actually hitting on her. If only Pat realized that he didn't stand a chance in hell. "I'd be scared of any party that Jack planned. Heard anything about it yet, or at least anything I can hear?" She didn't worry about what Pat would do. She trusted him.
"Nope. He's being eerily tight-lipped about it. I can only guess it involves strippers, loud music, and much debauchery." He grabbed her chair and pulled it closer to his, so he could wrap an arm around her.
She leaned against him when he pulled her closer. "I have to admit, I'm not too worried. I trust you. Just don't be too bad or I'll sic three angry Texas brothers on you, and they don't play."
"Come on. What stripper could POSSIBLY be hotter than you? For real." The cutest part was, he meant it. Pat was never a womanizer to begin with, but he was smitten with Iris.
"And that was the perfect thing to say," she said, reaching up and kissing him on the nose. "That is why you will make an awesome husband."
"Well, you forgot the parts about me being able to write songs for you, and the part about how great I am in bed... but I'll accept that answer." He laughed and leaned in to kiss her neck. "Wanna get out of here? Let's just say the wedding will be the first Saturday in January, and now we can go home and I can show you more reasons I'll make a great husband."
She giggled. "All of that sounds good to me." She wondered if he ever would write a song for her. That would be all kinds of awesome if it ever happened.
"Cool. Let's blow this joint, then." Pat stood, quickly put all the magazines back into a knapsack he'd brought, slung it over his shoulder... then grabbed Iris, picking her up as though preparing to carry her over the threshold.
She squealed when he picked her up. "What are you doing?" she asked, grinning.
"Taking you home, soon-to-be Mrs. McConnell... to give you a preview of the honeymoon..." And with that, he started walking.
She laughed again, even as other people turned to stare at them. If they didn't get it, then they obviously had never been in love.