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[heartliketin]

Cain almost never thought he'd see the day arrive. After everything they had been through, he highly suspected that the only reason he was getting married was because he was owed some happiness. Though Angela was gone, her impeccable and perfect clothes were still laid out the morning of and Cain had taken heavily to tradition and found his way to

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[heartliketin]

By the time he got back to the Homestead, Cain was looking for a drink. The thing was, yeah, the wedding was good. It was what he wanted. This part, the reception part where there was food and fawning and everything he could live without? He could definitely give it a pass. Still, he had a slightly stupid grin on his face as he stood there with his drink and watched Glitch from where he stood, happy to imbibe all the alcohol he could and get past this part until they could abscond away privately.

[beentodamascus]

He was well on his way to drinking more than was good for him, but Coraline looked like she was having a good time and that was all that Adam Carter had it in him to care about, right now. He walked over to Cain and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Congratulations."

He even knew enough to make the smile melt into his eyes. He'd always known how to play a role.

[heartliketin]

Cain glanced to his side, giving Adam a happy and satisfied look as he stuck out a hand to shake, glad to see him there. "How are you holding up?" he asked, pitching his voice quieter so it was just between them.

[beentodamascus]

"Come on, mate," said Adam, squeezing Cain's hand. "Don't talk about that today. You're happy? You look happy."

[fourforone]

It seems the only thing I had to do was keep the hell out of the way and I did. Didn't even bring a date to the damn thing so much as just turned up, sat politely and watched, and made sure Luz didn't do anything that was insane or...well, George-Luz-like. When I get to the reception, though, I stow the wine I've brought over as some kind of strange peace offering (keeping one for myself) and find a good corner where I'm out of the way.

[gotacigarette]

Eden's never been to a wedding before, and, if you're going to start somewhere, it might as well be somewhere like this. Having never met either of the grooms, Eden has been hanging back.

With a glass of wine in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, she steps up beside Buck. The breeze stirs the silk of her skirt around her thighs. She still isn't wearing heels.

"I seem to have mislaid my escort," she murmurs. "Ought to put him on a key-chain, and then he couldn't bloody wander off."

[fourforone]

I snort at that and look over the room before turning my attention back to her. "I'm sorry, you're probably talking about Babe, but I've seen his girl and she doesn't wear dresses." Yeah, I'm being a bit mouthy, but I've been relegated to the sidelines and my clone is marrying a guy with a zipper in his brain. I'm allowed.

[gotacigarette]

"Firstly," she says, punctuating with a drag on her cigarette, "Don't start calling me his 'girl'. I'm a fucking Major. Secondly, I wear dresses for parties. I just don't wear heels."

She sips her wine.

[travelsbystorm]

In the end it had all come together, and DG was both amazed and relieved. No one (least of all her) had run away in a panic, nothing had exploded, they hadn't even flubbed their lines. Now all that was left was a party, and even if that got screwed up there should be enough alcohol to cover for it. So she stood in her not-too-princessy dress and red ballet slippers, smiled happily at her friends and the assembled guests, and kept an eye out for her "date."

[camdenrefugee]

Making his way through the guests, Marwood straightened his glasses and spotted DG. He frowned briefly. He had been fairly sure that he was supposed to walk with her from the ceremony, her being a princess and he being her escort and all that shit, but she'd slipped away without so much as a by-your-leave, and Marwood had been left to fend for himself.

He sidled up to DG, one hand resting solicitously on her elbow, the other with fingers pulling at the knot of his suit tie. "DG," he said, pleasantly, before leaning in and saying sotto voce through his smile, "Explain again precisely how you talked me into this? I don't know more than half the people here! I've never even met the grooms!"

She said there would be alcohol. That had gone a long way in the decision-making process.

[halfahead]

Glitch hadn't really wanted to come to his own wedding reception, but he knew all about how Protocols and Traditions and other Capital Letter Words had to be obeyed so he hadn't put up much of a fight. It still didn't mean he was happy to be there, though. But, a part of him knew how these things went well enough that he was smiling anyway, concentrating on everyone else and how they seemed to be having a good time.

For a moment he considered the alcohol, and then remembered he didn't have any brain cells to spare, so he smiled cordially and tried very hard to blend into the background.

[abandonedpie]

"Congratulations," it was easier for Olive to identify the one groom than the other, as this particular groom did not have a younger version of himself wandering around the event, and also had a zipper rather noticeably in the middle of his head. Charlie had invited her, and as these were his neighbors, it seemed only polite to go and greet the people who had actually gotten married. "The ceremony was nice."

Of course, coming up with something to talk about had rarely failed Olive, holding out the small bit of paper she'd written on and decorated that very morning. "This is for you, and your husband. It isn't anything much, it's just for pies. Everyone likes pie." And hopefully, Olive thought, she could get Chuck to help her make them. "I thought if I brought you something today it would just get lost in all the other food."

[halfahead]

He smiled at her and bowed slightly when he took the paper. "You can never have enough food, and it's impossible to have too much pie," Glitch said cheerfully. "And I'm glad you thought the ceremony was nice. I thought it was kind of terrifying, honestly."

[abandonedpie]

"But this way the food is spread out, and each pie will be a reminder of today," Olive had thought this through already, pleased at the idea that she'd come up with, "a good reminder. A fruit-filled reminder., that you can eat. The best kind."

"It's probably always that way," she said after a moment, considering that closely. "It's be like jumping off the waterfall, wouldn't it? When you're up there and looking down it's terrifying, but once you jump - it's almost like you're floating for a second. Before you hit the water."

Her analogy, she decided, wasn't perfect.

[abandonedpie]

Olive Snook enjoyed weddings. Weddings, to her, were a reward. A culmination of events leading up to that point, a romantic wonder that even in her most cynical of moments she could not dislike.

Today was not one of her most cynical of moments. It couldn't be, not here as Charlie's date, not watching two people obviously in love together. She may have sighed happily as she watched the ceremony, sighs that she was unaware had ever escaped her. Her usual wonders of when this might happen to her were gone today, and Olive did not even notice their absence, standing at the edge of the crowd with a drink in one hand.