Well, I don't know if all that's true, 'cause you got me and baby, I got you...

[uberboned]

Who: Gabriel, Jinx, and their friends and family.
When: Friday the 13th, before sirens.
Where: A park that has been shamelessly borrowed for this event.
Summary: JINX AND GABRIEL ARE GETTING MARRIED.
Warnings: Schmoop.

[Friday the 13th is a day of preventing bad luck from finding you- and it will find you, somehow. But for an unlucky little lady who has been a staple of Siren's Port for a few years, it's her luckiest day, so what better day for her wedding?

A small park has been rented for the occasion with a combination of Jinx's charms and her pocketbook and it's really anyone's guess which one won out. Lines of chairs form the aisles, draped in purple, black, green, and offset by red roses everywhere. Rather than a carpet for the bride to walk down, the grass seems to be covered in a blanket of soft rose petals. 

Let's just say if you wanted roses today, you're out of luck.

The reception area stands off to the side, offset by dozens upon dozens of ice swans and... for some reason a living elephant also decked in purple and black. Jinx wanted one. The zoo obliged. The end.

And where there should be an organ, there's a harpist. The groom, standing up at the front of the makeshift altar with the king of Hell on his left and a Prophet of the Lord at his right, looks as smug as the cat who caught the canary- or, more appropriately, the canary who charmed the cat- and despite the few stage whispers of "Yes, Chuck, it's too late to make this a Jewish wedding", all is well.

And when the harpist starts playing "Stairway to Heaven," it begins.]

Comments

[paterelohim]

[Shrug.] This seemed important. That's the same stuff that's getting Cas and Crowley drunk right now.

[paterelohim]

Good.

[He slides a mimosa at her across the bar. Baby steps, right? So maybe this mimosa is slightly super-strength. Shh. For her, it'll be like a regular mimosa to a human.]

Did you like the Rickroll dedicated to Crowley?

[paterelohim]

Okay, okay. Fine.

[He turns and reaches for the top shelf, but hesitates right before making contact with a bottle.]

Do you want to just drink or actually feel something?

[paterelohim]

[With the small mandatory pfft at Gabriel's fail, Chuck moves closer and starts to fiddle with the bow tie.]

She'd be happy with a chunk of the beach and a dozen cabana boys that look like you.

[Chuck has the retinal scarring to prove it.]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck flops down at the table Sam's standing next to, tired out from a dance and pretty happy with his life.]

Hey, Sam.

[...]

What're you doing here? You hate him.

[unluckyinlove]

Oh, you so deserved it.

[When his head goes back, she takes the opportunity to nip at his exposed neck. After a few kisses, she begins nuzzling him. Her hard is thumping hard against her chest. She closes her eyes and takes in his scent, wanting nothing more than to live in this moment forever.]

I remember when you forced me to go out on Valentine's day and kept refilling my wine glass until I was drunk enough to kiss you at the door.

[uberboned]

[He rests his chin on the top of her head. Now it's a game, he thinks, and when he's done reminiscing about that first kiss, he moves on, completely nostalgic.] I remember... the ice water in the hot tub.

[unluckyinlove]

Don't remind me.

[No, really. She's actually enjoying this moment. Turning the hot tub cold like that hurt every one of her joints and nearly gave her frostbite in her favorite places.]

Just like I won't remind you of the time you let yourself get stabbed in the heart, without telling me you couldn't die first, and then we slept on that old lady's couch while you...reconstructed.

[unluckyinlove]

[Jinx squeezes Mary's hand. Hard. She stares back at her with wide eyes.]

We did find each other. And we fell in love. And he hasn't run away from my psychosis yet.

[Well. It's a start.]

[momchester]

[Baggage sucks and looks fat in those jeans, that's what it is.

She snorts unattractively at that. Holy unexpected reference.]

That's a good one.

[Another smile, this one a little slower. Mary starts to say something- something stupid, probably, about how happy she is for him, and how everything wound up going off without any non-Crowley hitches, but she decides to screw that, and finds herself giving him a hug.]

[momchester]

Exactly. And sweetie, he's here. He's probably pacing around a tent ranting at Chuck or Cas right now about something stupid, trying not to wonder if you're having second thoughts.

[She squeezes Jinx's hand back.]

It's a law of the universe.

Have either of you ever gone home since you came here? Or died or vanished for a few weeks or anything like that? Were you here before that you can't remember?

[She knows the answer is no. It's remarkable, really.]

[unluckyinlove]

[And a grown goddamn woman in a $20,000 dress sits her ass down in the nearest chair to nervously sip water out of a cup meant for toddlers. She looks a bit small in her wedding dress now, despite how imposing she usually is. For a moment, she glances up at Roxas.]

...thanks.

[unluckyinlove]

[It takes some time for her to finally make her way over to Joe. People keep congratulating her, stealing her for dances, and she keeps trying to get more than just a few bites of food into her system. When the opportunity arises to sneak out of the limelight, she takes it.

Silently, she comes up behind the DJ. After a deep breath, she makes her presence known by holding a champagne flute in his line of sight. It's been awhile since they've done much more than small talk. Yet here he is and he's doing it for her.]

Brought you some bubbly. I figured you could tolerate one glass without throwing up all over the turntables, but don't push your luck.

[unluckyinlove]

[Look, she's excitable. When she pulls away from the hug, she grabs Anna's hands. She quirks an eyebrow.]

Does this mean I get a sword and a daddy complex, too?

[unluckyinlove]

[She eyes her wedding ring fondly.]

Probably the best day of my life. Good thing I hired five photographers to document it.

[ibreakrules]

Possibly. It would have been helpful if I could have seen them before hand. I could have picked them out no matter what they looked like.

[upstairsbrain]

[ Yeah, Sam wasn't That Anything in school, since he and Dean rarely stayed at one place for more than a week or two. Still, she's got him pegged decently, though the discomfort is mostly due to the bizarre nature of the situation at large.

Still. ]

So... you a friend of Jinx's?

[ Gotta start somewhere, right? ]

[upstairsbrain]

I-- [ He starts, but she's already dragging him away, and it is her wedding, so... well. One dance couldn't hurt. There's a chuckle, and a weary smile. ]

I think you're exaggerating.

[ C'mon, he knows he's tall, but not that tall. ]

[upstairsbrain]

[ Damn. ]

Yeah... right. [ He raises his eyebrows, and chuckles. ]

Guess you're really going all-out, here, huh?

:D

[upstairsbrain]

Well, when we last talked... [ He trails off, frowning. ] I mean, I was worried.

[ You kind of left him with a cliffhanger, there, Anna. ]

So... what happened to you?

[upstairsbrain]

Well... [ He trails off, heaving a sigh before sitting down next to Chuck. ] Maybe hate's too strong a word.

[ Sam glances over in Gabriel's direction, frowning. ]

Maybe there's more to it.

[madeinoblivion]

Uh...

[At that, Joe just smiles at Jinx and scoots the stacked glasses (that held two rum and cokes, and one other rum/energy drink concoction that had comes with the $75 Rickroll request tip) a little further out of sight along the side of his mixer board, reaching for the champagne.

Already pushed. Why not one more?]

If you haven't thrown up yet, neither will I?

[Which was classic No-Mouth-Filter-Fieldman, and said with such awkward cheer that Joe probably just sounded passably pleased that Jinx had gotten through the day without dying of her own piled up anxieties.

It had to believe, looking at her now up close, that she's married. She still looks same as she's ever been- well, except the tattoos. And the ring on her finger. And much fancier than usual.]

Thanks. Everything sound okay so far?

[unluckyinlove]

[Despite the fact that Joe looks like Riku more and more everyday, she still lumps him into the same category as Roxas and Ahiru. Young, naive, and unable to tolerate hard liquor without passing out somewhere. Still the same boy she met over two years ago. Jinx doesn't even notice the smell on his breath.]

Everything's great. [She means it. As she runs her hands over the front of her cocktail dress, she adds:] And FYI? I haven't thrown up once today so suck it, Fieldman.

[unluckyinlove]

Oh, please. I'm in four inch stilettos and I still need a ladder to get to the mountain peak that is the top of your head.

[In Sam's defense, Jinx is still shorter than her new husband in said four inch stilettos. Don't get a complex, now. She grabs his hand as her other snakes up to his shoulder. Yes, they're dancing. The photographers better be getting this.]

It's entirely your fault your mom has stretch marks, you know.

[madeinoblivion]

See? Congratulations.

[And he smiles the weakly encouraging smile of one who trying desperately to be happy for someone while not being entirely thrilled about marital union himself. Though the mixed drinks help him care a little less, and keep his moodiness at bay while he does his job of keeping people in the dance area.]

Nothing turned out half as bad as you were all freaked out it would be.