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]

[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.