The Chapel On The Ship, Friday Afternoon
Okay, so there had been a bit of drinking, last night. A little. More than a little. A fair bit. A lot.
Reno and Rikku were totally smashed. Which had led to wacky goings on and terrible fashion choices in a completely handwavey manner involving a horrid Hawaiian shirt, even worse shorts, and one of those hideous fish-ties.
There just so happened to be a chapel on the boat. And, in their particular states of inebriated stupidity and horrible misdress, there had been a revelation...
Weddings totally didn't count if you used fake names, right?
And heck, even if they did, they were drunk enough that it seemed like a very good, very hilarious idea, at the time.
[Open chapel is TOTALLY OPEN. Because... Yes. It must be.]
Reno and Rikku were totally smashed. Which had led to wacky goings on and terrible fashion choices in a completely handwavey manner involving a horrid Hawaiian shirt, even worse shorts, and one of those hideous fish-ties.
There just so happened to be a chapel on the boat. And, in their particular states of inebriated stupidity and horrible misdress, there had been a revelation...
Weddings totally didn't count if you used fake names, right?
And heck, even if they did, they were drunk enough that it seemed like a very good, very hilarious idea, at the time.
[Open chapel is TOTALLY OPEN. Because... Yes. It must be.]