party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

[witchwoman]

[♪ brightly wound - eisley]

WHO || Erryone
WHAT || the wedding of Finnick Odair and Myrilandel de Tanos
WHERE || Andres Beach & Palace
WHEN || oct 23rd
HOW || actionapsm

Between the various members of the wedding party, everything comes together just in time for the big event. Within a few weeks' time, the day has finally arrived. Whether they've met or spoken to the bride and groom, the entire isle of Andres is invited to this event. Cool colors are prominent throughout the ceremony set up on the Andres coast. From the bridesmaids dresses to the flower arrangements to the beautiful blue sky and sea, it's a very calming atmosphere.

Once the ceremony is finished, everyone is invited to the reception, held at the Andres palace. There's food, drink, and music. Tables are available, but with such an open guest list, there's no assigned seating- other than the main table up front where the wedding party and their guests will sit last supper style.

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

I'm here for Myri and the food. [he says while eating shrimp kabob. idk i assume there's seafood here because it's finnick "the mermaid" odair.] So consider me your tether.

[also des has, you know, insight into why kat is marriage-hatey.]

[shootfirst]

Thank God. Everyone else was treating me like a leper about it.

[nothingsodivine]

Marriage is a choice, not an obligation. [Thanks, Yoda. He finishes his shrimp on a stick and studies it for a second.] I've never been married.

[shootfirst]

Well, see Des, first you've gotta find someone who would actually want to put up with you for that long. [ smirk ]

[nothingsodivine]

I'm going on three years with you people and no one's thrown me out yet. [pointedly picking up another kabob because he's a porker.] Marriages in Hollywood don't even last that long.

[shootfirst]

Makes you wonder how Burt's is doing.

[nothingsodivine]

Who cares about Burt? [angry gnawing] Burt's a fucking dick who abducts Rafael on whirlwind pop star tours and holds his phone hostage, so all of us are stuck wondering if he hates us and he's just getting with Taylor Swift to write the perfect "I hate the Knights of the Silver Dragon" passive-aggressive pseudo-Italian ballad.

[Des is possibly taking Rafael Giovanni being incommunicado a little too personally. #nohomo.]

[shootfirst]

Wow, did you two break up and forget to tell the rest of us or something?

[nothingsodivine]

Why does everyone keep thinking I'm the one in love with him?

[I DON'T KNOW, DES.

I JUST

DON'T

KNOW.]

[shootfirst]

Probably because you're the one who's into dicks.

[nothingsodivine]

[OH MY GOD, KAT.]

This is the shit I get for calling you Gar's girlfriend for a year, isn't it?

[shootfirst]

Surprise. Look who's also into dicks.

[nothingsodivine]

Okay, first of all it's one dick. Not a giant ocean of them. Second of all.... [He tries to find a "second of all," fails, and just makes an exasperated noise.]

[shootfirst]

Yeah, well. Same.

[nothingsodivine]

[stares at her.] Point made.

[paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaause]

How's that going, by the way?

[shootfirst]

What does that even mean?

[nothingsodivine]

You and Fred.

[shrug.

i am descant's overinvestment in your love lives.]

[shootfirst]

No shit. But what the fuck are you looking for here? A vague "good", or if it wasn't going good, I'd have to like, lie and say it was? I mean, I doubt you want to hear details about Fred's dick.

[nothingsodivine]

I wasn't expecting a sonnet about how he makes you fluttery and you spend hours doodling Mrs. No-Apparent-Last-Name in the margins of your notebook. And you don't have to lie, because if it wasn't good, you would've kicked his spleen out his ass by now.

[shootfirst]

Not entirely inaccurate.

[nothingsodivine]

He's not the tool you expected him to be about this, anyway. You can say "Des, you were right" any time now.

[shootfirst]

Do you make it your job to ruin everything?

[nothingsodivine]

Yep. Everything the light touches is mine to break. [He pats her on the shoulder and gives her a sincere smile.] Are you happy, Kat? In the grouchy New Yorker sense of the word?

[shootfirst]

So "how's that going" was really Descant-speak for "give me ass-pats". Is that what this is?

[nothingsodivine]

I'm asking if you're happy, because I want you to be happy. [slowly and deliberately]