O.o Nonsensical Nuptials o.O

[Ang]

Ang: "Oh bloody hell." Cecily peered out of a doorway before getting dragged back by her mother. "Honestly, WHY?!" She glared at a selection of dresses, namely...two...that were draped over her bed. "Because it's PROPER." Brena scoffed. "No daughter of mine is going to get dressed in slacks or some military uniform or WORSE, that!" Cecily was in her flightsuit. "So? I did the dress thing once already!" A hard glare from her mother. "Alright...alright...what do we have?" Celia walked over, "The green one you've had for years that Ayden has already seen you in, or this short black one that belongs to me. It's small so I think it will fit you." It WAS small, and it was short, and it was black. "The little black dress, eh? Wow...Um. I hate my legs." <c>

Ang: Meanwhile, outside of the bedroom, Dexter Lacoste was relaxing on the couch near Cedric, and glanced back at the bedroom door. "What do you think they're doing to her?" Cedric shook his head, "The horror, oh the horror..."

Tim Cook: Cystar looked down at the invitation he had received, blinking slowly. He had just joined the squadron, and already there was a wedding to attend to. Worse, it was his commanding officer's wedding. And as Storm Squadron was highly public, especially after Maltez's death, there was a good chance that something would happen at this wedding. So, keeping that in mind, he dressed appropriately as a Marine should when going into a strange potential combat zone such as this. And before he pulled on his dress uniform, he slipped on some body armor underneath. It wouldn't stop a blast shot, but it would make it livable. And on with the uniform, he slipped his slug pistol into a hip holster, and pulled out the real sword he had made to replace the crappy dress sword. He looked into the mirror,

Tim Cook: and was satisfied with what he saw. The uniform was crisp, sharp, and nothing looked out of place. He attached the sword to his side, and walked out of his room, headed for the hangar. Which had been momentarily cleared for the wedding, as it was the only place big enough.

chris murtagh: Cedric's commlink crackled for a second before becoming audibly clear. "Ce-- Cedric. Yo, Cedric. We uhh...we have a situation." Crister was running around the Admiral's quarters frantically trying to help his Uncle get dressed. He looked flawless in his freshly pressed blue nanosilk suit and hair slicked back. Admiral Fardreamer on the other hand, was still in a dirty white button-down which was button in the wrong places, and a pair of tropical underpants. "Cedric?"

angelous90: -:"Are you really going out like that?" Kyle chided softly from his seat. Ayden cast a glance over his shoulder. Kyle looked more like a groom, than Ayden did. The Blond hair youth, was wearing a formal suit, black bow-tie and all. Where as Ayden looked like he was going to go out for a night through Nal Hutta. Black slacks, and tight fitting white t-shirt, that hung just at his waist line... and a black vest over that. AT his hips were holstered pistols swinging low, and of course his clipped lightsaber. Shaggy dirty blond hair was as wild as ever, and caught glistening blue orbs. He didn't smell of booze, but if one looked close enough they might notice that slightly dazed look in his eyes... Kyle did... "You’re drunk!" Ayden shook his head violently, his hand rising to his lips.

angelous90: "Oh no no no, I'm not... just... touched... a little... you should have some..." Kyle shook his head, and rolled his eyes. "You know, she'll kill you... outright kill you..." And with that Starshine sauntered off. Leaving Ayden to stare blankly at himself in the mirror, before turning and starting for the door. When it opened, he stepped in. Near to thirty seconds later, the door opened again, and he stepped out... blushing, and dusting himself off and heading for the door next to it. Luckily no one was there to see he had just walked into a closet.

Ang: "This is Cedric." He answered his comm, peering over at his dad with concerned look. Cedric was wearing his dress uniform and was clean shaven, and Dexter was in a comfortable green turtlenecked suit. "What's that look for?" Back in the bedroom, Brena Lacoste was wearing a blue dress, but nothing TOO formal, and Celia looked like she was ready to hit the Haven strip in a black strappy thing with a pixie hem ridden in green sparkles. "Honestly, Cec, go with the black one." "...Got anything longer?" "Your legs aren't that bad!!!"

angelous90: -: Ayden stepped out of the room, shocked that there were so many people here. He blinked, frowned and then looked at an invisible watch at his wrist. "Frack....frak...frak! Small... What happened to small. " He went off on a random tangent, of words that really didn't make any sense, even as he began to walk toward the end of the hangar, towards where the ships departed... opposite of the way he should have been going of course. He didn't stumble, there was just too much practice at being drunk for that.... but it took Kyle running around him, turning him around and leading him toward the alter..."What the fuck, get your dirty hands off of me!" Ayden whispered. But Kyle held on, laughing all the way. He knew this was going to get him stuffed into some closet or maybe hung from a TC-1 wing.

Tim Cook: Cystar blinked as he saw the groom walk to the altar. There was no stumbling, but the mood he was picking up indicated something was off. So, he decided to see if anything needed to be done. He walked up to the altar, looking up at Ayden. "You alright?"

angelous90: -: Ayden remained quiet, at least for a few seconds as Cystar questioned him. Then he blinked several times, and Kyle couldn't help but try to suppress a childish giggle. "Ahh, there’s an open bar Cystar... I think the Scoundrel got to it before it was opened..." Ayden flashed a furious glare Kyle's way. "LIES! AND SLANDERSSSSSssssss..."

chris murtagh: "Shit! No, Uncle those go on your legs not your hea--" Wack. "Sorry, that’s right, you do as you want. I forgot." The comm was still transmitting. "Shit, Cedric Uncle's been, uhhh, well...you see...Uncle is drunk. He had received a holo from Xavier Buffton and apparently the two of them started going shot for shot...over the Holonet. Don't uhh, don't tell anyone. We'll be there soon. Oh yeah...How's Celia? Heh." Crister's smirk could've been felt through the comm.

Ang: "Fine. The little black one it is. What about shoes?" -- "You don't own dress shoes?" -- "Did I ever?" -- "Damnit! MOM!" -- "Oh hells, now what?" -- "Cecily doesn't have heels." -- "Got it covered!" --- "What the KRIFF are those?" -- "Shoes!" -- "They look like torture devices for my toes! I can't walk in those!" -- "You can do flips on balance beams but can't wear 4" heels? Put them on!" -- "Yes, ma'am." -- Dexter blinked toward the bedroom door. "Holy nerph, I do believe they're killing her, Ced!" Cedric was paying attention to the comm, "So the admiral is plastered, eh? Nice...FUCK! Who else can do it...uh...Let me ask Cystar." And Cedric made his way to the door. "Where are you going?" Dex asked him, "Uhhh...Just don't worry Dad."

Tim Cook: Cystar looked up at the groom, one eyebrow rising slowly. "You got plastered BEFORE you got married? Tell me our commanding officer isn't marrying you for your brains?"

Cystar sighed. "Alright, time to get you sober." he whispered to himself and he walked up onto the altar. "Hey Ayden, I know where we can get some free firewhiskey. Wanna come with? It'll only take about five minutes."

Ang: Cedric came running out into the hangar. "Cystar gotta talk...holy hell..." He paused when he saw Ayden. "Is he...?"

angelous90: -: Ayden stared dumbfounded at Cystar for a long long moment. Trying to size him up. He wasn't deaf, he had excellent hearing. And his normally jovial temperament, turned sour at someone questioning his intelligence. His lips curled into an evil look frown as he tried to justify burning someone alive from the inside out. "I'm gettin' married in less than five minutes punk-withagaffistick-shovedup-his-ass..." Feeling that was a good response, he turned from the Marine, nose raised, and Kyle laughing at him, a hand raised as if to tell Cystar to be careful...

Tim Cook: Cystar looked up at Ayden, then back to Cedric. "Yes, he is. Help me." and he turned back to Ayden, and silently prayed that this would work. He tapped Ayden on the shoulder, his eyes hard as flint.

Ang: "Typical...FUCKING typical...What do you want me to do?"

chris murtagh: Six quick cups of UltraCaf later, Admiral Fardreamer and Crister emerge onto the wedding scene both looking flawless, well not so much the Admiral. Donned with his dress uniform, he hat riding on his shining bald head, the only thing to give away his guise was the ultra gloss to his eyes. "This is why you stopped drinking, -remember- Uncle?" Crister snapped at Cole with a smile on his face. "Not a word, Cris. I'm fine." He stumbled over apparent thin air. Crister simply shook his head, until his saw Cedric. "Ceddy! Hey! How's -everything-?" He continued to escort the Admiral to the altar.

angelous90: -: Ayden frowned, turning sharply, his eyes falling on Cystar. Those hard as flint eyes only irking the Rogue Jedi. "What do you want, too-scared-to-fly-a-starship-or-fight-on-the-ground?" Ayden's eyes were hazy, but he clearly was lookin' to push some buttons. And then, Crister was coming into the room, with the Admiral... he felt his stomach twist in knots, as Kyle stared at the whole scene. Glad for once, that Ayden hadn't pulled him into his drinking games...

Tim Cook: "Sorry, you're coming with me." and Cystar, using his training, took Ayden by his upper arm and looked sideways at Cedric. "Grab his other one; I got a detox unit nearby."

Ang: Cecily came out of the bedroom then, wobbling a bit on the heels. The dress was short...but not too much so. The longer front of her hair was pulled back on one side with a clip and her facial scar was covered with makeup, and so color was added to her eyelids and lips as well, but not in excess. She was trailed by both her mom and her sister, fussing over things left and right. Dexter blinked at the ladies, and raised a brow at Cecily, "Are you alright?" She whimpered a reply, "I don't know..." Then he looked her over, "That's hardly a wedding dress, m'dear." -- "Yeah well, you take what you can get. It's her 2nd marriage, dear. She doesn't wear white because she's not a virgin this time around." -- "OH FOR THE LOVE OF....!!" Cedric nodded at Cystar, and grabbed Ayden's other arm.

Ang: "OH FOR THE LOVE OF....!!" Cedric nodded at Cystar, and grabbed Ayden's other arm.

angelous90: -: Ayden was a trained Jedi. A pilot of many years. And even drunk... had reflexes that most men would have killed for. Even as Cystar reached out to take his arm, Ayden stepped back, hand flicking forward like a quick flash through the night, rolling DL 44 blaster pistol into his left hand, right held opened beckoning the Marine to go sit his ass down. Putting him well out of reach of Cedric... Kyle's eyes were wide, and he stopped laughing immediately. "Don't be stooopid... sit down before I make yous sit down..." Drunken bar fights were common in Thedo The Hutts home, for the Drunk Jedi; this was just another long night in the underworld...

Ang: Cedric put his hands up, "Ayden." He said coolly, "You're drunk. Think of what CECILY will do to you if she sees you like this...She'll leave you at the altar...Maybe go and run off with...Nylan?" He raised a brow, hoping to snap Ayden out of his haze by saying that. "Cystar just wants to help you. He wants to make sure that Cecily doesn't KILL you, okay?"

chris murtagh: By this time, the Admiral, with Crister's help, along with Crister finally made it up to the altar to see the Captain attempt to grab Ayden's arm but slip away. "Aw geez, don't tell me he's-- Ugh, damnit!" The Admiral made his made behind the altar and raised both his hands up. "We are gathered here today, to joi-- No! Not yet, Uncle. Ugh!" He turned to some startled wedding guests. "Heh, he's just practicing."

Tim Cook: And something flashed out, and Ayden's blaster fell apart, as a neat cut had sliced the blaster open in two different areas. Cystar was holding a sword in his hands, and it wasn't the crappy dress sword that normally came with the uniform, but a diamond-inlaid blade with a strengthened handle around the tang of the blade, which itself had been elongated to handle greater stress. -c-

Tim Cook: "Cedric, does your blaster have a stun setting? That would be a lot quicker." Cystar said, sheathing the sword.

Ang: "What?? Are you fucking SERIOUS Cystar?! I'm not stunning the groom minutes before the wedding!"

Tim Cook: "And I'm sure you'd like to see his bride when she finds out that he's drunk before the ceremonies?" Cystar looked at Cedric. "I have an emergency detox kit nearby, and it would only take a few minutes to take effect. But I can't lug it here."

nylan_antilles: There suddenly came upon the wedding the last guest. As some people named Ang in a far-off and far-future world may have expected, he was not Corellian and his name was not Nylan Antilles. Nylan Antilles did not step into chapels sheathed from head to toe in tan-colored Mandalorian armor with a thick, scaly-looking hide covering the bodysuit. Nylan Antilles did not have a pair of wicked-looking khopesh slung over his shoulders. Nylan Antilles was not armed to the teeth. And Nylan Antilles did not ready to tear something apart on body pose alone. Valik Sheir, however, did not bring women named Vidya to weddings. For the aged Mandalorian, he really had no idea why he was here. It was just one of those same-company common-courtesy bits, he guessed.

angelous90: -:Ayden's eyes caught the glint of silver as if whizzed through the air...again the Jedi leapt back, putting further distance between him and the marine. Anger, was flooding to the surface and Kyle once more was just starting dumbfound at this whole situation..."Oh frack, that marines gonna die..." And he just might have, because the muzzle of the groom’s blaster was now lying on the ground. The ornate piece ruined. That sobered him up. And oh quick. "OH you Frakkin' dumbass poo-doo sithspawn! I spent two years of your salary on that frakkin' blaster. “Kyle could see Ayden ready to unleash a volley of curses and bolts from the broken blasters, and quickly stepped forward... "Move you frakkin' idiot or I’ll fry your liver on my engine... "

chris murtagh: "Uhh, guys....Where'd he get that?" Crister's eyes were wider that ever as he stared at his Uncle hands. Click. A round sphere-like orb was being cradled in the Admiral's palms. To most people, it was called a thermal detonator, to Cole Fardreamer and the Buffton brothers, it was simply called..."The Fun Ball." The old man glared, drunkenly, at both the Captain and the groom. "No one ish shhooting anyone. Not on my watchh." The admiral's eyes still glossy from drinking. "Someone...uhhh, do something!" Crister's voice was filled with panic.

Ang: Dexter peered out of the door for a moment to check on things, and, seeing the commotion, winced a bit and said, "Well, looks like we got a bit of a delay so...let me go check on things!" And darted from the apartment door.

Tim Cook: Cystar paused when he saw the thermal detonator that the Admiral pulled out. "How come no one is searched for weapons before we entered?" he asked to seemingly no one.

nylan_antilles: Valik simply stopped dead in his tracks. Dead enough to make some might think the lanky Mandalorian had stepped into an invisible wall. He might have wanted some sort of barrier, though, seeing as how he was glancing at a thermal detonator being toted around in a nuptial blessing.

Ang: Dexter ran up toward Cedric, and blinked at just exactly what was going on, "Lessee...drunk groom. Drunk admiral...a bounty hunter and a thermal detonator? My, this wedding is a sure fire bang, isn't it?" Cedric rolled his eyes. "Dad...now is NOT the time for bad puns." -- "Sorry."

angelous90: -: Ayden turned to look at Admiral Fardreamer. Felt like he recognized the man, and pointed the now muzzleless blaster at him. "Do it bitch... I bet you won't." His attention was only off of Cystar a second, before feeling Dexter's eyes on him. Quickly, he straightened up, blaster falling into its holster, standing straight... "Everyoneshutup! shutup... she's coming..." And now there was a look of fear definitely on his face...

Ang: "She's not coming ANYTIME SOON." Dexter crossed his arms. "Get detoxed...get the bomb away, and get going. NOW."

Tim Cook: Cystar looked at Ayden. "You heard the man, let’s get moving. Or do you want your bride-to-be to see you drunk like this?"

chris murtagh: "Oh? Don't think I'll do, eh lad?" "Shit! Ayden you tard!" Crister smacked Ayden on the arm. "-Never- dare him to do something!" The Admiral started fumbling with the detonator shaking it menacingly at Ayden. "Ha! Boy I won't do-- Oops!" With that the detonator slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a light pinging sound.

nylan_antilles: Ever the cynical pragmatist, Valik reached to his belt and drew one of his snub-nosed specials. Finger curling around the trigger, he brought up his arm and then cocked his elbow at a forty five degree angle, pointing straight up. About to pull the trigger, he slowly let up the pressure as the commotion faded off a bit. Or would it relapse into another familial maelstrom of chaos and carnage and possibly, looking at one blade, castrations? Valik quickly resolved to keep the gun pointed up in case he wanted to put a bolt into the ceiling.

chris murtagh: The second the orb hit the ground, a little flag popped out of the top with a small saying on it. "Congratulations!" The Admiral looked down at it and smiled. "Heh. Happy Wedding Day, kid." Crister blinked. He just might've pee'd himself a little.

Ang: "Um...That bomb just hit the floor didn't it, Cedric?" -- "Yes dad." -- "And it has a dumb flag on it?" -- "Yes dad." -- "Where is that bar again?"

[Ang]

angelous90: -: Ayden frowned. He really didn't look so bad, aside from the clear anger brimming at his face. "Shut it bolt-catcher.” He was as sober as he was going to get. There was no way he was leaving his post...”Hells no...."And then his jaw dropped. Oh yeah... he was sober. Someone just dropped a highly deadly bomb on the ground. Terror burned at his stomach, and he realized Cecily would SO blame him for this. His eyes shifted to the TC1s, and he knew she'd castrate him if one blew up because he dared an admiral to do it... At once, he dived for the ball, landing dramatically at it...staring silently at it as the flag popped up... his head hit the ground and he simply laid there...

Tim Cook: "Congrats." Cystar said sarcastically. "You saved us all."

nylan_antilles: He seethed. He seethed quite seedily, upon seeing how surreptitiously had been secreted that scandalous excuse for levity. Valik quickly lowered the blaster and shot the happy fun ball.

Tim Cook: As soon as Cystar heard the blaster go off, his slugthrower had been pulled and a bullet was speeding for the source of the noise. Then Cystar's brain kicked in and he cursed his reflexes.

angelous90: -:Ayden stared at the molten ball of plastic, and all of a sudden he heard a slugthrower going off. "Fucking bucket-head." and the Rogue Jedi was scrambling for his feet, and moving to duck behind the altar..

chris murtagh: Crister jumped upon hearing the blaster bolt vape the orb. "Ack!! We're under attack!! Battle stations batt--" Fardreamer's hand was firmly gripped around the boy's neck. "Enough. We're fine. Pull yourself together." "Pull yourself to together say the drunk man" Crister sorely rubbed at his neck.

Ang: "Mom? Was that...a shot?" Celia looked toward the door, and Cecily just melted to the couch.

nylan_antilles: Having lowered his blaster after the shot, Valik wasn't in a position to instantly return fire. He didn't have any intention of immediately doing so, though. The bullet took him along the edges of the primary pauldron, his shoulder being thrown back slightly by the impact. From beneath the T-visor crackled a rather vicarious sound, something suspiciously resembling a snicker. His free hand came up and casually began to dig the slug out of the layered krayt dragon hide amalgam that served as his underarmor.

angelous90: -:Heaven help the galaxy, shots were fired, and Kyle Starshine, wasn't the one that caused it, or being shot at, or for that matter had anything to do with it. Quietly he moved to his seat, sat down and stared forward... trying to keep from laughing at the insanity of this wedding

Tim Cook: Cystar rolled for some cover, and came up, his slugthrower aiming at the armored figure. "SURRENDER!!!" he bellowed.

katofcorellia: D'Seera heard the shots and came running, blaster in hand. She burst into the hanger and stopped, totally confused. Recovering, she bellowed at the top of her lungs, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!!"

Ang: "You know what...the hell with this." Cecily stood back up and stormed toward the door. Brena darted forward. "Are you sure you just want to run out there?" She glared back at her mom, "This is hardly a formal event, if you haven't noticed. Since they're breaking the rules, so am I." And with that, the bride stepped out and stood outside of the door. Arms crossed over her chest, and glaring at everyone before screaming. "ATTENTION!!!!"

chris murtagh: The Admiral swayed a bit behind the altar, calmly though. Crister simply looked around the hanger like a wamprat in speeder lights.

nylan_antilles: That digitized snicker continued to fill the immediate vicinity, before fading off after the surrender comment. His arms reached up and there were two wickedly curved blades in his hands, thrumming with vibro-energy. "Why don't you come out here and surrender your intestines to m-" and he never got a chance to finish because a pissed off bride's voice totally overbeared his own.

Tim Cook: Regrettably, Cystar's muscles were locked as he aimed the slugthrower pistol at the mando. "Ma'am, we have a hostile."

angelous90: -:Ayden was staring up at the admiral from at the Altar, crouched beneath it... "Ello Sir, she's going to kill me... kill me... not even married and I’m going to die.."
Ang: Cecily continued, "That's no hostile, that Valik Sheir! A friend of the family! Everyone get in your places. Ayden! Get OUT from under the altar table thing you PUSSY and marry me. Dad! Get over here! Cedric, give Ayden the rings, and everyone else, SHUT UP!"

katofcorellia: "Good idea Ma'am," muttered the miraluka.

Tim Cook: Cystar nodded, thumbing the safety and holstered the weapon. He obediently walked back to his seat, and sat down promptly.

angelous90: -:Ayden was still hiding... "Is it too late to run?" He whispered, even as he dragged himself to his feet, tossed a smile on his face and gazed over to Cecily. "Darling! You lookin frakkin' gorgeous..." And he cast a glance to the admiral, that said.... ~if you know what’s good for you, act sober, or she'll kill us both~ Ayden took his spot and waited..

katofcorellia: D'Seera holstered one blaster, and kept the other down at her side. She quietly clicked it to stun.

nylan_antilles: Still glowering, Valik sheathed his weapons and returned to his lackadaisical crossed arm stance. From that muffled mechanile whine there came comments that sounded suspiciously like being duped with free booze.

Ang: "Of course it's a good idea, LT. Now sit down!" She said directly to D'Seera as Dex came jogging back over to Cecily. Both Brena and Celia walked out and made it to their seats. And Cedric slipped the pair of handmade rings into one of Ayden's hands. "They're out of X-Wing steel. I shaped them and engraved them myself."

katofcorellia: Obeying her command, D'Seera, still dressed in her greasy jumpsuit, sat down. She started unzipping the jumpsuit, revealing a clean uniform underneath. Finishing, she kicked the jumpsuit under the chair in front of her and sat quietly, blasters holstered.

chris murtagh: Fardreamer felt a wave of drinking induced nausea coming on. Yet, he braved it out, taking Ayden advice. "Let’s get shtarted shall we?" His wide eyes and crooked smile said enough. Crister quietly made his way to Cedric. "Just lemme know if you need anything." He took his seat, without throwing Celia a sly wink first.

angelous90: "Thanks little bro! "Ayden was grinning as he held the rings, and waited for them to start the ceremony.

Ang: "You nervous?" Dex turned and asked his daughter, who gently took his arm. "Only with walking in this fracking heels. As long as I can get up there I'll be okay." Dexter nodded, "Then on we go." There was no music, so the two just made their way to the altar rather impromptu like. Once they were there, Dex leaned in and gave Cecily a quick kiss on the cheek before offering his hand to Ayden, and taking a seat next to his wife.

angelous90: -:Ayden shook, and then clasped arms with her.... "Lets do this..."
Ang: "Finally..."

chris murtagh: The Admiral cleared his throat before starting. "We are gathered he today, in Holy Moly and all things wedding-like and such." He smiled at Cecily and gave her an I-really-have-no-idea-what-the-hell-I'm-doing-up-here look. "The bond in which brings together these fine young pilots, Ayden Tyior and Cecily Lacoste, will be made permanent right here, right now." He winced a bit and grabbed his stomach, then quickly shook it off. "Frak it, lets just get down to the nitty gritty." He smiled. "The rings please, and the vows..." He held a hand out motioning toward Ayden.

angelous90: -:Ayden didn't have any vows...but clearly had rings, and offered on to Cecily, well attempting to put a ring on her own hand. "I love Cecily... a lot... tons...and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.... this one will definitely last... "

Ang: Cecily simply gave him her hand, already with the engagement ring he had given her just a few weeks prior, and smiled once it was on. She glanced over at Cedric who grinned stupidly, and said out loud, "Yeah, I thought 'rebirth' was a good word for them." Then she turned back to Ayden, and with her hand in his, placed the identical ring on his hand as well, "I don't really have any thought out vows either but...If it wasn't for Ayden, I know I wouldn't be here today. And I love him for that and so much more." Brena let out a sob, and Celia gave her the look of death for doing so.

chris murtagh: A single tear rolled down the old man's face. "Lovely. So very touching, both of you." He flicked it away. "Moving along, Ayden Tyior do you take Cecily Lacoste to love and cherish and not kill in her sleep forever and ever and so on and so forth? And Cecily Lacoste do you take Ayden Tyior to love and hold and be faithful to and cook for and clean up after and trim his back hair when he gets older and when he comes home on long nights in the hangar bay, get down on your kne-- " "UNCLE!!!!" Crister shouted out. "Oh, oops. Heh. Anyway, you get the idea. Do you?"

angelous90: "Sure, why not... I mean.. Yes! Yes I do."

Ang: Cecily couldn't help it, she just bust out laughing and nodded vigorously. Dexter did the same as Celia hid her face and Brena joined in the laughter. Cedric...took a swig from a flask and handed it to Crister.

chris murtagh: "THEN IT IS DONE!" The old man boomed an as evil a voice as he could muster. "You two horn-dogs are motha' kriffing married! I know pronounce you Lord and Lady Tyior. You may certainly kiss the bride!"

[Charlotte]

I <3 you guys...!

[Morris Cutler]

OOC: *sniff* I wasn't invited.

[Ang]

You were. You just weren't online. Lol.

[Becca]

NICE!