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[priceonyourhead]

Who: Kilroy (The Mad Hatter), any remaining wedding guests and May (March Hare)
Where: Central Park
When: SATURDAY, March 22nd, late afternoon
Why: Wedding?
Status: Complete, bitches!

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[may_haigha]

"PULL OVER!"
"Ms. Decatur, you don't know how to drive."
"I KNOW HOW TO DRIVE BETTER THAN YOU!"

The driver pulled the classic Delorean over and May hopped into the driver's seat. "Right gas, left brake, right? Right." And with that they were weaving in and out of traffic like it was some sick video game. The driver was slumped down below the dashboard, and some cop tried to run after her on a horse as she flew into the park in the car.

Honking the horn to get pedestrians out of the way it didn't take long for her to finally pull up to where the nearly empty wedding was at. At first her heart sank, but then once she opened the door and stepped out of the car in her full wedding gear she spotted Kilroy up at the stage.

She hiked the obnoxiously long skirt up and sprinted to the stage, not paying attention to anyone else around, "Kilroy..." she panted between heavy, excited breaths, "Let's get married."

[priceonyourhead]

He looked up at her slowly. First tipping his hat up with his thumb and then tilting his head a little to look at her. "Yeah right." Kilroy just said and sat up, letting his legs rest between hers as he leaned back on his hands too get a better look at her. "Listen lady, my mind plays tricks on me all the time. I mean. All. The. Time. I could tell you stories."

Kilroy had to admit that, from what he could see of her silhouette, this May impostor looked exactly how he imagined. How he hoped. Which only verified how unlikely it could actually be her. "If you don't mind I was in the middle moping. I'd like to get it out of my system before the party starts." He raised his brow dramatically, comically. After all, the last time he saw May she pretended it wasn't her. Which meant if he ever saw May again it was probably some Arabian Princess trying to marrying some old rich guy like him. Not that princesses probably needed money.

[may_haigha]

The corner of May's mouth turned up in a smirk, "I know you could... but I'm not going to let you mope." She leaned forward so that her forehead was resting just against the brim of the hat. "You could say that, but you could also say that Time plays tricks on your mind. However, you always knew him better than I did, anyway."

And without even a second thought, she moved forward just enough to quickly brush her lips against his, even though she knew she had no right to. She needed to prove that she was there, she was real, and there wasn't much more she could do besides that. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I got caught in traffic, and the driver didn't know how to drive a Delorean. I kept telling him to go 88 miles per hour, but he kept saying that there were cars in the way..." She reached her hands out to take his so she could help him up to his feet. "Come on. Run promised he'd keep you here while I was trying to get here."

[priceonyourhead]

[may_haigha]

May smiled, feeling more at ease now that she was near him again than she had been since she had left. The department store had been bad, but it had cemented everything that she subconsciously knew. "I'm sure. I'm more than sure. I know I don't have to... I want to."

She let her fingers run over his suit, flattening the lapels and couldn't help but beam up towards him. "Marry me, Kilroy. I don't want a party, I don't want anything but you. Just you, Hatta." May looked up at him a moment, "Are you- Do I have to get down on one knee and do this? I will. I'm not leaving here unless I'm Mrs. Kilroy Benson, and I don't have anything else to do all day, so I can keep arguing if I have to." Her eyebrow arched in a manner that mimicked the way that he would do it, but her words rang out with all the truth that she had in her. It wasn't often that she was serious, but now, even with a joking tone, she meant every word of it.