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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 choices ~~in 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.]

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Of course Romeo found his way there.

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.

Reno was making no effort to hide what he was doing as he mouthed, 'I love you, man!' across the room.

His best bro ever was totally there for his wedding. Best. Bro. Ever.

Romeo grinned back and shot the happy couple a double thumbs up.

And tried to mouth "I LOVE YOUR SHIRT! CONGRATULATIONS!"

It was more of a loud whisper, really.

[OOC: *facepalm* Nice icon glitch on my last ping, yeah]

Right up there, standing at the altar, Reno was totally going to give Romeo a thumbs-up right back.

Because, well, that was totally what you do while standing at the altar, drunkenly talking to your best buddy in the middle of your wedding... thing. Right?

[Icons are clearly a fickle mistress!]

Romeo's brow furrowed for a moment. Why wasn't Reno coming over to talk to him?

Oh. Right. He was right in the middle of the ... vow. Part. Thingie. You couldn't talk then. Wasn't respectful, or whatever.

Romeo sloppily crossed himself again, sloshing the pina colada, and shot Reno one last grin before setting back to listen to the ceremony.

Oh! Hey! Romeo! Rikku was going to wave excitedly in his direction.

"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?

"I will guard the secret with my own life," Romeo said, as gravely as a drunk-off-his-ass teenager could manage, before he started slurring. "Y'guys're my bess' frennnnns. I wannnnnn you t'be happy. You look beautiful."

"You're gon' make me cry!" Rikku announced, throwing her flowers over her shoulder (and smacking an unlucky officiant right in the face) and wobbling over to him. "Yoooooooooooou ... you're all my posse an' shit! Our posse! Is ... is celebrations!"

She was intending to break from her own fake-wedding ceremony to give her total BFF Romeo a tackleglomp. Unfortunately, the go-go boots had other plans.

THUMP!

"Owwww," she whined. From the floor. She should be used to that by now, right?

Romeo was going to go over and help her up. Really he was.

He was just paralyzed by laughing too much.

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