Sodam had only a general idea of what was supposed to happen in an Earth wedding. It was a ceremony, religious in nature (and that freaked him right the hell out), and somewhat solemn. Or so he was told.
He spent quite a bit of energy trying to come up with a plausible excuse to ditch the whole thing, until he asked Guy about it and heard the two key phrases that had turned his RSVP from a definite 'maybe' to an enthusiastic 'yes'. Those phrases were: open bar and single women. Bring on the cake!
The emerald green, tailored tux managed not to stand out in the unusual crowd as he mingled with cocktail in hand.
Hal's...well, Hal. Dad's probably going to be talking Hal into it or out of it. Either way, he's supporting Hal and hopes this will go well for him.
He has a club soda with lime, is dressed in a button-down shirt, jacket, and slacks. and is observing the people here. The emerald green tux marks this man as one of the Lanterns, but he's one Connor hasn't met.
Wally hurtled around the room, crumpling his tux as he made his introductions at superspeed. He came to a halt next to Ray, recognising the look the shrinking scientist was wearing as the one he was trying to avoid by keeping busy himself, and starts intently rubbing the creases out of his jacket.
Jesse had seen Wally show up and blitz around the place and she shook her head. Just like Wally. In contrast, she decided to approach people at normal speed, making her way over to Ray in a normal fashion, arriving just a few moments after Wally.
Funny how that worked out, huh?
"I have Downy wrinkle-releaser in my purse, Wally."
"Finally! The weapon I need to best my mortal enemy in mortal combat!" Wally cried, clawed hands held aloft and teeth gnashing, looking like a Jack Kirby character experiencing a hernia, "Fear me, creases, for this night-- none of you are safe!"
A few months ago he would have fished it from her purse himself, but now he remembered why that was not such a good idea anymore and caught himself before he could reach out. His hand awkwardly found the back of his neck instead.
Had she had this in mind when she made her deal with Max Lord? She hadn't throught so. At the time she'd been seething with a mad on that would have crashed her ring's power source. It was revenge, pure and simple.
Now... oh dear god. These were just the guests. And media. And people betting they won't go through with it.
She would be welcome to a sip of this one, as long as she doesn't mind the fact that the glass is wearing a tiny pair of white goggles and whistling innocently to itself...
Bruce Wayne was always good at social events. After all he was well cultured and had all the right social graces; but that didn't mean he had to personally like what he was seeing or doing.
This was one of those instances where Bruce Was Not Happy but he kept it reigned in. He knew better than to make a fuss - after all this was Hal's big day - but he couldn't stop from thinking that this was all a big mistake. It had his instincts on edge and his jaw set. Every muscle was tight as he waited for the next impending explosion. To most of the world he might seem cool and collected, but to those who know him best, he's quite on edge.
But he doesn't say a word, he doesn't whisper warnings to anyone or even let his smile fade. No, Bruce Wayne is on his best behavior, smiling and shaking hands and being cordial and talkative to anyone whom might approach him.
Megan's been poking around the reception shaking hands with anyone who will say hello to her, brimming with excited energy. It's only taken her attending one of them for her to realize that she LOVES weddings and as such she wouldn't miss this one for the world.
When she stumbles up to Bruce Wayne - still a little unsteady in heels - she sticks out a hand like she would to anyone else, bubbling and bright and utterly oblivious about exactly who she's talking to.
"Hi! I'm Megan. Are you here for Mister Jordan or Ms. Ferris?" she asks.
Roxy is here with Guy, and things like this do make her think about...yeah. she had been engaged once, and maybe it's just that she'll never really recover. Maybe.
That's when she sees a blast from the past. Her old boss and one of her only friends at a dark time.
"Cold feet?" Ollie walks up behind Hal, wearing a green tux along with his mask--a combination that would have been lurid in perhaps every wedding but this one, given the rather unique guest list.
"You know, if you're starting to regret this, really regret this, you can still back out. She'll still hate you for it, but better to realize it the hour before than at the reception after."
He smirks in spite of himself, holding out a hip flask and offering him a swig--apparently, even Ollie didn't think he could get through the event without some alcoholic assistance.
"You love her, right? If you love her, you need to be sure this isn't one of Hal Jordan's famous impulse mistakes."
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He spent quite a bit of energy trying to come up with a plausible excuse to ditch the whole thing, until he asked Guy about it and heard the two key phrases that had turned his RSVP from a definite 'maybe' to an enthusiastic 'yes'. Those phrases were: open bar and single women. Bring on the cake!
The emerald green, tailored tux managed not to stand out in the unusual crowd as he mingled with cocktail in hand.
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He has a club soda with lime, is dressed in a button-down shirt, jacket, and slacks. and is observing the people here. The emerald green tux marks this man as one of the Lanterns, but he's one Connor hasn't met.
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Weddings just tended to bring out the melancholy in him. All his relationships had been such disasters...
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Wally hurtled around the room, crumpling his tux as he made his introductions at superspeed. He came to a halt next to Ray, recognising the look the shrinking scientist was wearing as the one he was trying to avoid by keeping busy himself, and starts intently rubbing the creases out of his jacket.
"Cheer up, Ray. Might never happen."
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Funny how that worked out, huh?
"I have Downy wrinkle-releaser in my purse, Wally."
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A few months ago he would have fished it from her purse himself, but now he remembered why that was not such a good idea anymore and caught himself before he could reach out. His hand awkwardly found the back of his neck instead.
"Hi, Jesse. You look... nice."
By which he meant drop dead gorgeous, of course.
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Now... oh dear god. These were just the guests. And media. And people betting they won't go through with it.
Where was her stiff drink!?
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Hold on. Carol was no expert, but she knew that liquor wasn't supposed to make noise, sing, dance or whistle until after you started drinking.
"Not funny," she said aloud and put it down.
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This was one of those instances where Bruce Was Not Happy but he kept it reigned in. He knew better than to make a fuss - after all this was Hal's big day - but he couldn't stop from thinking that this was all a big mistake. It had his instincts on edge and his jaw set. Every muscle was tight as he waited for the next impending explosion. To most of the world he might seem cool and collected, but to those who know him best, he's quite on edge.
But he doesn't say a word, he doesn't whisper warnings to anyone or even let his smile fade. No, Bruce Wayne is on his best behavior, smiling and shaking hands and being cordial and talkative to anyone whom might approach him.
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When she stumbles up to Bruce Wayne - still a little unsteady in heels - she sticks out a hand like she would to anyone else, bubbling and bright and utterly oblivious about exactly who she's talking to.
"Hi! I'm Megan. Are you here for Mister Jordan or Ms. Ferris?" she asks.
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That's when she sees a blast from the past. Her old boss and one of her only friends at a dark time.
"Bruce?"
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He pulls nervously at his collar. The costume is generated by his thought -- so why does it feel like it's choking him?
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"You know, if you're starting to regret this, really regret this, you can still back out. She'll still hate you for it, but better to realize it the hour before than at the reception after."
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"You love her, right? If you love her, you need to be sure this isn't one of Hal Jordan's famous impulse mistakes."
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