Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2009-02-27 05:37 pm
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The Chapel On The Ship, Friday Afternoon
Okay, so there had been a bit of drinking, last night. A little. More than a little. A fair bit. A lot.
Reno and Rikku were totally smashed. Which had led to wacky goings on and terrible fashion choicesin a completely handwavey manner involving a horrid Hawaiian shirt, even worse shorts, and one of those hideous fish-ties.
There just so happened to be a chapel on the boat. And, in their particular states of inebriated stupidity and horrible misdress, there had been a revelation...
Weddings totally didn't count if you used fake names, right?
And heck, even if they did, they were drunk enough that it seemed like a very good, very hilarious idea, at the time.
[Open chapel is TOTALLY OPEN. Because... Yes. It must be.]
Reno and Rikku were totally smashed. Which had led to wacky goings on and terrible fashion choices
There just so happened to be a chapel on the boat. And, in their particular states of inebriated stupidity and horrible misdress, there had been a revelation...
Weddings totally didn't count if you used fake names, right?
And heck, even if they did, they were drunk enough that it seemed like a very good, very hilarious idea, at the time.
[Open chapel is TOTALLY OPEN. Because... Yes. It must be.]
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All brides needed leopard-print pimp hats.
"We wan' get married," Rikku announced, tottering on the heels and trying not to slur the words too badly. "We're in looooooooooooooove."
And then: another fit of the giggles.
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It was hard to be much of anything, in that shirt.
"I been in love with... Uh..." Naaaames. "Marina Fellina Nadina Scavina Abergoo for, uh. Shit. For forever, yo," he explained, completely seriously. The only thing that really managed to break through his solemn profession of love was the wobbling on his feet and the fact that he was obviously trying very, very hard not to laugh his drunken ass off. "An' we wan' get married."
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Wow, her sunburn was starting to ache. And hers wasn't half so bad as his. Desert girl, she'd have a glowy tan in a few days. Reno? Reno looked like a beet. One that was peeling.
"So me an' ..." Right. Names. "Me an' ... Sven ... Higurr ... nurr ... hurr ... nurr ... hurrsssson. He ass'ed an' I said yes. 'Cause. We're in looooooooooooooooove."
She had, in fact, forgotten that she had already shared that vital piece of information with the poor, misbegotten officiants.
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The Gawkers!
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He had a sixth sense for these things, though, so he was definitely there.
Gawking. Attentively.
What? He'd phoned the bride while she was having sex once. That totally counted.
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So excitedly that she fell off her damn shoes.
Please hold while the bride discovers whether or not she can stand up again.
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Very, very soberly. "Sorry about that," he added, "You're just very metaphorically naked."
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Heels were a bitch.
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Then he got up, made sure the people were taping the happy occasion, and paid in advance for a copy.
THEN he sat back down and applauded again.
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It didn't matter that they were far past that part of the ceremony. All brides needed a dork in a ponytail to give them away.
Especially ones that had pimp hats.
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Sadly, Romeo was one of the few people on the ship who didn't find this a horrifying idea. He sobbed tears of joy into his handkerchief, pina colada in the other hand.
Weddings were so beautiful, especially when there were no blood feuds involved.
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His best bro ever was totally there for his wedding. Best. Bro. Ever.
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"Is's our special day," she announced solemnly. "But shhhhh, don't tell nobody."
Rikku was possibly too inebriated to realize that she'd left out the middle part of that statement, where she explained to Romeo that they knew it was a fake wedding and all. Or at least not legal. Mostly not legal. Right? She kinda hoped so.
Man, what if it wasn't fake? That didn't mean she'd have to change her name to Marina, did it?
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Apparently, when she was this drunk: yes. Yes, he did.
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She was halfway around the corner before she realized she had recognized most of the participants, and backtracked to go in and look around in undisguised horror.
"Tell me they didn't?" she asked helplessly. "I'm hallucinating from too much sun?"
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