Who cares if we’re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow-

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Who: Lion's Gate Employees, and maybe the Adventurous Gossip Reporter/Paparazzi or two?
When: June 21st, All Night
Where: Lion's Gate Club & Observatory
Summary: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
Warnings: Bridezilla Alert!

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WORKING THE BAR...

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee listened to Security over the earpiece. Honestly, this wedding was... yeah. The only reason she'd volunteered to work overnight had been because she wanted the tips.

... And they were coming in, especially the drunker people got.

Taking a deep breath, she brought up another tray of flute glasses - to replace the ones missing, being washed, or broken - and settled them carefully near the champagne. Pouring another glass for someone, she turned, ducked under her fellow bartender and went back to working her space of the bar. Honestly, this was... She didn't think Emma and Warren combined could come up with something like this.

[thelittlestbub]

She grinned. "Maybe I prefer older men?" Jubilee teased. She got called from down the bar and winked at Francis before going to see to something. Then she came back after dispensing more alcohol.

"Only see me in it? does this mean I can't borrow your taste in ladies fashion to help me select said dress?" Jubilee pouted. "You'd abandon me?"

[paysdelamour]

"Well, if that is the case, this older man would love to accompany you." He frowned a little at the person that called Jubilee down the bar away from him, but he waited patiently for her to return, his grin returning the instant he saw her again.

"Well I can always come dress shopping with you, mais, if I'm going to take you out on a date, wouldn't you want me surprised by what you were wearing?" Gently, he grasped Jubilee's hand and gave it a gentle kiss.

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee chuckled, leaning on the bar again and letting Francis keep her hand. "Just because you help pick the dress doesn't mean you'll know what it looks like on the big night, now does it?" Jubilee pointed out. "Seeing me try on something and seeing me done up for the night are two completely different sides of me."

[paysdelamour]

"You're correct." Francis didn't seem to mind her being correct, or else the grand smile on his face would have gotten smaller. Instead, he gave her hand one more kiss before letting go. "Then I suppose the next question I need to ask is quite obvious, non?" He placed his hands clasped together, still leaning somewhat over the bar. "Could I have the honor of taking a beautiful lady such as yourself to dinner, Jubilee?"

[hisdiscretion]

[Franz is looking rather fey in his own way at the party, glowing and groomed as usual. He smiles at Jubilee - he realizes what a long time it's been since he's seen her.]

A glass of wine, please?

[thelittlestbub]

White or red, Franz?

[She grins, holding up two bottles.]

How're you doing?

[hisdiscretion]

Red. [Franz leans on the bar with a long-suffering sigh.] It's just a few more hours and this whole damned ordeal will be over...

[thelittlestbub]

[Jubilee just pours the drink and offers the glass to him with a smile.]

And then comes the clean up. But at least things will be quieter? Hold in there. And try not to stare at the clock.

[hisdiscretion]

I'm not, I was... staring at... that... lady over there. The one with the chest. [Franz gestures vaguely and disinterestedly toward the crowd. Never mind that all of the bridesmaids and a good number of the guests could be described as 'the one with the chest.]

[thelittlestbub]

[Jubilee laughs and put a hand on his.]

Easy Franz. I was joking. It will be over soon, okay? Trust me, I know how annoying things like this can get. But, it'll be worth it in the end, right? Good publicity, huge profit, and all it costs is a few more hours of pain.

[hisdiscretion]

I'd just prefer it to be Monsieur Creed's pain instead of mine, but he's hiding in his office and I'm left to swan about because this is what I'm good at. [A flippant little hair-toss, to punctuate.]

We'll be making out like bandits for this wedding. I'm glad the husband talked her out of that damndable unicorn idea...

[thelittlestbub]

Unicorn? [Jubilee couldn't help but sputter. There was no way the bride could have gotten anywhere near a unicorn. Honestly, the poor thing would probably end up in the corner trying to get away from people all night.

No one was leaving this place a virgin. At least not the guests. Though if staffers got lucky on their breaks, who was she to argue?

The glass of wine appeared in front of him with the bottle close by. Just in case.]

He alright in there? Creed I mean... err. Mr. Creed. Sorry, still fumble over that one.

[hisdiscretion]

Yes. She threw a tantrum when I told her for the upteenth time that there was no way she could ride in on a unicorn, and I told her off. Fortunately, it seemed to calm down her demands a little. Monsieur Creed was refusing to see her at that point, and we haven't seen the GM in ages. [Franz drinks with enthusiasm, though still somewhat delicately.]

He's fine. [Franz taps his ear, where the small earpiece is somewhat obscured by his pale hair.] Anything happens, I have him on the line, and he's watching with the cameras.

[thelittlestbub]

[Jubilee just shakes her head and pours him a second glass. He looks like he needs it poor guy.]

Well, not to be indelicate, but it's not like she could have ridden in on the unicorn.

[If that even applies here. Jubilee assumes so, so it must be true! Jubilee logic works for her.]

Should we take him anything? I could do it on my break. He'll probably need something to eat and a good stiff drink.

[Wait, no, that was her Creed. Maybe it crossed universes?]

[hisdiscretion]

That is actually what I told her, in total frustration. I told her there was no way she could ride it, there was very little likelihood anyone at the wedding could actually see it... she threw what can only be described as an epic tantrum. She cried. She shouted. She accused me of ruining her wedding and then her life.

Ah, I think he's alright. I'm going to bring him something from the kitchen a bit later, I think.