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

[momchester]

[This bridesmaid in fishnets and a contrastingly elegant dress can be found either at the food table, loading up on little appetizers, at the bar getting her drink on, or- most likely- on the dance floor, twisting the night away.

With varying levels of grace. She starts off quite good! But as the night goes on, so does her blood alcohol level, and out comes the drunk white girl dancing.

Her tux jacket may or may not have wound up on the elephant's head.]

[upstairsbrain]

[ WOW this is. Kind of really strange. Here he is, totally sober, at the wedding of the angel who made him hate Tuesdays, looking over at his drunken mother, who was previously not alive. And he's totally sober.

Why.

Sam takes a deep breath before approaching Mary, smiling a half-smile. ]

You look really nice, Mom.

[momchester]

[Mary is fairly inebriated by now, true, but at some point a less catchy song came on, she moved off the dance floor, and something happened when she stopped moving. She's been staring at the same empty water glass for the last thirty seconds.

Sam's voice snaps her out of her daze.]

Oh- aw, thanks sweetie. [She smiles and stands up, reaching up to play with his hair lightly.] You too- even with the long hippie hair.

[Open bar. God bless.]