Come What May [OPEN!]

[niepokonany]

WHO: Fai, Feliks, and anyone and everyone!
WHAT: Mr. Feliks Łukasiewicz and Mr. Fai Flourite, together with their families, have requested the honor of your presence at their wedding!
WHERE: In and around the Institute!
WHEN: Backdated to April 7th.
WARNING(S): Alcohol use among the mostly-responsible adults, potentially lethal concentrations of fierceness. If anything unexpected happens, put it in the subject lines!



The last six years dragged and dragged, and the last six weeks have been such a rush.

Getting everything put together on such short notice has involved pulling a number of strings, a nearly impossible amount of free time, and an amount of money that Feliks would rather not even talk about, but when the big day dawns bright and clear, there's no time to worry about any of that. All morning, there's a bustle of activity as the decorations are set up and a small legion of Polish and Italian aunts occupy the kitchen -- it'd be pretty hard to miss all the commotion if you tried.

The ceremony is in the afternoon, with the reception stretching into the evening. Everyone is invited, and the dress code is "be fabulous." So, what are you all waiting for?

[OOC: Will put up headers for different parts of the party. Feel free to use this as a mingle opportunity!]

Comments

[gregorydeegan]

"Not long at all," he said with a broad grin.

"So, still going to remember your friends when you're married?" he asked. "Well, after the honeymoon of course. You probably shouldn't be thinking of any of us while you're ON the honeymoon..."

[niepokonany]

Feliks's cheeks turn a truly remarkable shade of pink at that last bit.

"I think we're definitely good on that one?"

God, his voice is always too high when he's flustered, especially towards the end of sentences...

Why does he have no good laughing icons x.x

[gregorydeegan]

He burst out laughing, putting an arm around his friend's shoulders to keep himself from falling over.

[niepokonany]

He doesn't brush Greg out of his personal space, but does just sort of stand there, stammering awkwardly.

"I mean like not like my friends aren't all mega-hot to someone in their own way or whatever, but as if I'm gonna start thinking about anybody but Fai that way? I mean it's not like that's ever really happened before or anything, like, um..."

God, how does he end sentences, again? More importantly, how can he stop talking?

[gregorydeegan]

He kept laughing, way too amused by this. "Dude, chill," he said, still laughing. "No offense taken. You know my type, and you're about as much my type as I am yours. We're fine."

He kept laughing. "Well, if I can stop laughing long enough to breathe, we're fine, anyway."

[niepokonany]

"It's just that my type is literally one person. So... So seriously, nothing against everyone else, but as if anyone else is gonna distract me."

[gregorydeegan]

"given that your type is the one person you just married, that's the right way to be, man," he said with a grin.

[niepokonany]

"I guess I was kinda doomed to be the marrying type from the start, huh?"

[gregorydeegan]

He grinned at him.

"You say it like it's a bad thing. I'm happy for you. And perhaps a bit envious. Maybe some day I'll discover my type is actually just a specific person. Until then, I think I am doomed to have crushes on women who have no interest in me."

[niepokonany]

"Well, maybe you should go for the bouquet! You know, so my good luck can rub off on you."

[gregorydeegan]

"Not a chance, man," he said with a laugh. "I don't need to be a seer to know that getting between a gaggle of girls and that bouquet would not go well..."

Then he grinned. "You can throw flowers at me later, okay?"