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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[unluckyinlove]

[That gets him a look, then she bumps him with her hips. Hips that used to be a lot more slender than this.]

Oh, I can't wait to see you on your wedding day. I solemnly swear that I'll be there to hold your hair back while you hurl into a potted plant.

[madeinoblivion]

[Hey, hey, you're a married lady now, you can't just go and hipcheck me!]

My wedding day? Puh! Year right! Lets see if the Port even keeps me for that long!

[unluckyinlove]

[Jinx does what she wants, boy.

And what she wants to do right now is grab your hand. Her playful smile is gone.]

Don't say that.

[madeinoblivion]

[There's an immediate change in tone, and Joe pulls his arm away, muttering lamely-]

Anyway. It'll probably be years before I get married.

[unluckyinlove]

[He's not getting away that easily. Once again, she grabs his hand, and grasps it with both of hers. Don't mess with the bride when she has claws, Joe.]

You never know. One of these days, she might fall out of the sky.

[madeinoblivion]

[Another anxious laugh- no way he would marry any girl who just fell out of the sky. Not so long as Namine was around, at least.]

Let's hope not!

[unluckyinlove]

[She rolls her eyes, but still chuckles.]

You are so unromantic.

[madeinoblivion]

Well. I'm not romantic in a girly way. I wouldn't be here at any other wedding, if it wasn't yours.

And I didn't get all choked up about it.

[unluckyinlove]

When will you learn that the whole "tough act" doesn't make you any cooler?

[She pokes at his chest.] It's okay to cry for me, Argentina.

[madeinoblivion]

Argen-what?

I'm not trying to act cooler!

[unluckyinlove]

You're always trying to act cooler!

[She's laughing at your pain, Joe.]

[madeinoblivion]

I act just the way I am, Jinx.

[unluckyinlove]

[She shoves him in the arm.]

Dork.

[madeinoblivion]

Hey!

You've got a husband to shove around now, leave me out of it!

[unluckyinlove]

Oh, like hell. Did you honestly think you were getting off the hook that easy.

[A sly grin.]

Better question: do you think you're getting paid for this?

[madeinoblivion]

To get shoved around? No, I get paid to play your music. I could pack up the party and go, Jinx, we didn't make up contracts or anything like that, 'cause you're my friend.