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

[upstairsbrain]

Oh. [ Huh! ] Yeah, that's... interesting.

[ At least she wasn't from another century? ] Not much has changed since then, really.

[astralling]

Not too much. I kind of like iPods, though.

[She smiles as she takes a sip, then leans in conspiratorially.]

So, Sam- I can't help but notice you don't exactly... look like you're having much fun on the sidelines here.

[upstairsbrain]

Glad someone does. [ UNLIKE STUPID DEAN ]

I'm not not having fun. It's just... I guess I'm still adjusting.

[astralling]

How's that working out for you?

[upstairsbrain]

Fine! You know. As well as it can.

[astralling]

I think that might be the answer for everyone here.

[She looks around.]

At least, those of us who are still new.

[The song playing changes to something fast and easy to dance to. Prue looks him up and down quickly.]

I'm gonna have to ask you to dance, aren't I?

[upstairsbrain]

[ That takes him by surprise, even though it shouldn't. Sam smiles, and shakes his head. ] Let me.

[ And he offers her a hand. ] Would you like to dance?

[astralling]

[She smiles and takes his hand.]

Well, since you asked so nicely.

[upstairsbrain]

[ Aaaand he walks them over to the dance floor, putting a hand on her shoulder, and one around her waist. It's not too familiar, but it's also not a scene from a middle school mixer. Thankfully. ]

How long've you been here, anyway?

[astralling]

Just a week.

[So much for him being the "paying attention and listening" type of guy. Her eyes are up here, Sam. She delicately moves his other hand to her waist as well, and starts dancing- nice and fast and fun. There's something wonderfully familiar about being with a cute guy on a packed dance floor, yelling over the music. It's not her sister's nightclub, but it still relaxes her somewhat.]

You're not that into nightlife, are you?

[Good-naturedly. She can tell, but you know, whatever- she's lucky he even comes from a world with night life.]

[upstairsbrain]

[ Get outta here, he's totally paying attention. He just asked the same question again because he's sort of flustered. YOU HAVE A LOVELY FACE, PRUE. ]

I'm usually a little too... busy. [ He says, averting the topic with a (generally acceptable?) truth. ] My brother's more into that scene.

[astralling]

[Flustered with good reason. The backlessness of her dress puts his hands right on her bare back- Prue's used to it, but someone too "busy" for the club scene might not be, in her estimation. She smiles and gently settles them into a rhythm before answering.]

Is he here?

[Don't do it Sam he's a date stealer!!]

[upstairsbrain]

[ Eh, he's had some ladyfrands! Not... that he wants to talk about that right now. He half-shrugs at the question, moving in time with the music. ]

Yeah, he's here, somewhere. [ In the Port, definitely. At the party, probably. But they don't need to talk about Dean right now. ]

What about you? Any family around?

[astralling]

Not yet, for now it's just me.

[Lightly. A little too lightly, really, but she shoves past the moment by smiling and moving a little closer. Dancing is more important than talking, and at this speed she pretty much has to choose one or the other. Prue is a good dancer in both a tease and a skill sense.]

[upstairsbrain]

[ She is a good dancer. And she's cute, too: cute, and attractive. He clears his throat, glancing away briefly before reflecting on what she's said. ]

At least they're safe, not being around. [ Trying to make light of the situation. ] And you're not alone, here.

[astralling]

[The music is loud enough that Prue can get away with squinting at him and yelling under the music.]

Sorry, I can't hear you!

[sorry Sam nhft.]

[upstairsbrain]

[ herpa herp, let's try raising his voice!! ]

I said at least they're safe! And you've got friends here!

[astralling]

[She's just going to blithely pretend not to hear him, shrug, and keep dancing. :D :D :D

When the song finally ends, she stops when everyone else does, takes a deep breath, and looks up at him breathlessly.]

Another one, or get a drink?

[upstairsbrain]

[ mehhh

He thinks on it, and shrugs one shoulder carelessly. ]

Want to grab a drink? Then maybe another dance.