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.]

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for gabriel and chuck

[paterelohim]

[It's the eleventh hour, just before he and Gabriel have to walk out and stand at the head of that aisle. Jinx is off somewhere being fussed over, no doubt, by her bridesmaids and putting the final touches on her makeup.

Chuck knocks on the dressing room (or whatever that room is) door softly.]

Gabriel? You decent?

[uberboned]

[That is the stupidest question ever, Chuck. God. Like he couldn't just poof himself clothing.] No, actually, and if you open that door, you're gonna find me with about twenty Russian sex workers with big American dreams, all of them of dubious consenting age.

[SOMEONE MIGHT BE A LITTLE EDGEY...]

[paterelohim]

[Aaaaaand that's the Best Man Batsignal calling his name. Excuse him while he lets himself in, Gabs, and nudges the door shut while looking the angel over.]

Actually, Canadian.

[uberboned]

Canadian dreams are just American dreams with more maple syrup... Eh?

[But he is alone, because his tie is more work than twenty Russian sex workers.]

[paterelohim]

Don't forget the flapping heads.

[It's a given: the groom alone, struggling with his tie, while the best man proud father finds him and adjusts his tie to the tune of a pick-me-up little man-speech. Chuck crosses the room slowly, eying the tie, completely unsure if trying to fix the minor trainwreck would be worth poking the bear that is Gabriel's dignity.]

It'll work a lot better if you stop trying to murder it.

[Gabriel's tying it a little... tensely. Or intensely.]

[uberboned]

I could also just sort of mojo it properly, but I'm saving it for the honeymoon. It'll be a month of world tours and sex and I'm one archangel with a healthy libido, but very limited Grace in this tiny town. [He drops his hands to his sides. FIX IT, CHUCK.]

[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.]

[uberboned]

Yeah, but we've done that. I'm looking for something more original. [And focusing on ~art~ is way better than focusing on the OH GOD THIS IS REAL.]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck gives up on the knot Gabriel tied altogether and starts to completely undo it, starting from scratch.]

She'd be happy with watching movies for a week, as long as you were there.

Just- take a breath, okay?

[yes he knows Gabriel doesn't need to.]

Relax. Calm down.

[uberboned]

[This is a huffy, childish exhale.] Okay, Dad. I'm fine.

[That's gonna hurt later...]

[paterelohim]

[Actually, it hurts now. He lets out the slightest hitching breath, covered up deftly with a hm.]

You- [Breath. He reaches under Gabriel's collar to flip the tie over.] -You sure have a different definition of "fine".

[uberboned]

I have a lot of different definitions of everything.

[paterelohim]

You're telling me. That's what makes this whole thing so surprising.

[uberboned]

What? Me getting married? Settling down?

[paterelohim]

[He keeps tying the bow, eyes carefully trained on his hands rather than Gabriel's face.]

Well... yeah.

[A glance to Gabriel's eyes, then back to the tie.]

It hasn't been long since you were just some douche in a bad porno.

[Chuckle.]

I mean my books- not Casa Erotica.

[uberboned]

No, I've watched bad porno. Your books are just trash. [Teasing~]

But I mean... What the heck? I led a full life back home and then I died for something important, and now I'm here, where everything as I know it is FUBAR, so why not go against the norm. Fall in love, get married, do something I never would've considered back home, 'cause things were too crappy and I was too busy hiding and torturing people.

...Don't get me wrong, I still like emotionally torturing people, but so does she. It works.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck pulls the bowtie tight and gives it a final fussy straightening, a smile tugging at his mouth.]

Yeah. You two work.

[He steps back to appropriate conversational distance.]

I think after ten thousand years of FUBAR, you deserve a little sacramental bliss, don't you?

[uberboned]

Well, I think so. I'm sure the rest of the family thinks I'm insane, but, hey, they already thought that. The status remains quo.