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[heartliketin]

Cain almost never thought he'd see the day arrive. After everything they had been through, he highly suspected that the only reason he was getting married was because he was owed some happiness. Though Angela was gone, her impeccable and perfect clothes were still laid out the morning of and Cain had taken heavily to tradition and found his way to

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[fourforone]

It seems the only thing I had to do was keep the hell out of the way and I did. Didn't even bring a date to the damn thing so much as just turned up, sat politely and watched, and made sure Luz didn't do anything that was insane or...well, George-Luz-like. When I get to the reception, though, I stow the wine I've brought over as some kind of strange peace offering (keeping one for myself) and find a good corner where I'm out of the way.

[gotacigarette]

Eden's never been to a wedding before, and, if you're going to start somewhere, it might as well be somewhere like this. Having never met either of the grooms, Eden has been hanging back.

With a glass of wine in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, she steps up beside Buck. The breeze stirs the silk of her skirt around her thighs. She still isn't wearing heels.

"I seem to have mislaid my escort," she murmurs. "Ought to put him on a key-chain, and then he couldn't bloody wander off."

[fourforone]

I snort at that and look over the room before turning my attention back to her. "I'm sorry, you're probably talking about Babe, but I've seen his girl and she doesn't wear dresses." Yeah, I'm being a bit mouthy, but I've been relegated to the sidelines and my clone is marrying a guy with a zipper in his brain. I'm allowed.

[gotacigarette]

"Firstly," she says, punctuating with a drag on her cigarette, "Don't start calling me his 'girl'. I'm a fucking Major. Secondly, I wear dresses for parties. I just don't wear heels."

She sips her wine.

[fourforone]

"Yes, sir," I mock in return, arching a brow in her direction. "I shouldn't make a scene or else I'll get booted. I was never technically invited you know, just glided in on that 'all soldiers' thing and have been hoping George does something to keep Glitch from noticing I exist."

[gotacigarette]

Leaning back against the wall beside him, Eden idly salutes with the hand holding her cigarette.

"I feel bloody out of place. Stick with me. We'll maintain a low bloody profile."

[fourforone]

"I don't know. I'm a clone and you're in a dress," I say with good warmth and a tease in my voice. "I'm pretty sure that draws attention to ourselves and then we just have to add in the weight of Babe glaring at me as if I'm making a move on you."

[gotacigarette]

"Oh, fuck off," says Eden, fairly good natured, and sips her wine. "You're not my type, Lieutenant."

[fourforone]

"And you're hardly mine, Major," I easily reply, taking a seat so I'm not giving off my location and earning a glare or five from Glitch. "Guess that means Babe is taking up your dance card, huh? Or are you letting other people have you?"

[gotacigarette]

"More to the point, I'm not sure that I'm Babe's." She leans against the wall beside him and lifts her wine to her lips, taking a long swallow.

Yeah, she's danced. With Brendan that once, that time he was drugged and ridiculous, and with Yorick. With Babe. Doesn't mean it has to be a life choice.

Eden shakes her head.

"I don't dance."

[fourforone]

"Oh, come on," I protest with a dubious look in her direction. "Give Babe a break, the poor guy's probably aching for a chance to dance with you, make things feel almost normal, like the way they used to be." Half of this protest is for Babe's sake and I guess the other half's for her, just trying to get her to give it a try.

[gotacigarette]

"He seems to like what I do let him get away with just fine," fires off Eden, with a glance down and a raised eyebrow. "So less of the 'poor guy'."

[fourforone]

"Babe has that perpetual 'poor me' look to him. Once a replacement, always a replacement," I offer my own opinion of the matter. "I mean, just what I saw from my perspective."

[gotacigarette]

"Well, he's a first for me," she points out, her attention most certainly fixed on the other side of the party, now. "Whole new world, Lieutenant."

[fourforone]

"Well, don't let me keep you too long from Prince Charming over there, then," I comment with that wry smirk creeping slowly back onto my face. "Don't want you to turn into a pumpkin or anything on me."

[gotacigarette]

"I am not dancing." She tips her head back, taking a long drag on her cigarette before offering it to Buck, more out of habit than anything. "I'm going to stand here and smoke my cigarette and then I might take him home."