The Chapel On The Ship, Friday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

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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Re: The Gawkers!

[raspberryturk]

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!]

Re: The Gawkers!

[withoutverona]

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.