Bridal Suite of the Arms, early Saturday morning

[mparkerceo]

Parker awakened in the arms of Ronan, in the bridal suite of the Arms, after a fabulous night of sparkly, semi-drunken debauchery. Which made perfect sense.

After all, he was her husband. For the time being

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[hotceltogoth]

That? Was a wee bonny way to wake up, it was.

"G'morning," he mumbled Irishly, a lazy smile on his face. "I could fair get used to this."

[mparkerceo]

"Lucky thing we have a lifetime for that, isn't it?" Parker purred, licking a stripe up his chest, then leaning down to kiss him on the mouth. "Gooood morning, Mr. Parker-Nolan. Happy 100th day of being married."

Why no! That was not a musical sting of significance! Why do you think it was?

[hotceltogoth]

Irishly, Ronan kissed her back. "One hundred bonny glorious days!" he said.

If only I could tell her! he thought to himself. Irishly. I only married her for her green card, so I could get into the country and assassinate the president for the IRA. But I've gone and fallen in love with the wee bonny lass!

[mparkerceo]

It was really too bad about how Ronan was going to end up soon. He was really a perfectly terrific husband: cute accent, good in bed, not that bright.

Oh well! Needs must when the loa demands it!

"How about another round to celebrate, and then I'll go shopping--" For trouble. "--and we can do dinner, after I've caught up with people?"

And caught people.

DUN-DUNNNNNN!