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]

Napoleon's troops when they invaded Russia. [(bluff 48) He just lies fluidly, without missing a beat. #fasttalk] I'm giving Kat a history lesson. Surprisingly more fascinating when it's from a firsthand source.

1/2

[shootfirst]

One of the many benefits of having friends as old as dirt. [ taking that glass please and thank you ]

[nepotism]

Well, alright then, Professor. Sounds like I missed out. History was never really my best subject.

[nothingsodivine]

It's also 90% bullshit. [Des doesn't even remember or experienced the greater majority of history, so this is just double bullshit, but whatever man. You don't know his exceedingly long life.] Written by the winners or people who heard about it from a guy who might have been there.

[nepotism]

Then I don't feel bad for almost getting benched on account of barely scraping up a passing grade.

[nothingsodivine]

[He looks at Fred. He looks at Kat. He looks back at Fred.] Of course, you were an athlete. Of course.

[shootfirst]

I know right. He's so gross.

[nothingsodivine]

You're a walking cliche.

[He puts his plate down so he can properly toast him with his champagne flute.] Congrats.

[at some point, des became kat's sassy gay friend, i guess.]

[nepotism]

They kicked me off the football team anyway. Fairly sure that doesn't enter into the cliche.

[nothingsodivine]

It does if they let you back on to play one last dramatic game before you graduate or you decide you have a more satisfying experience starring in school musicals.

[apparently des is knowledge (pop culture) is very hip to teen movies. (18)]

[shootfirst]

Considering he was kicked off because he's got ye olde dragon blood in his veins - and he can't carry a tune in a bucket, I think you're off base a little.

[nothingsodivine]

Ah, classic racism. [Siiip] That was gonna be my next guess. Consider yourself fortunate, kid- football's terrible. If you wanna hit someone for fun, you get into a fistfight in a bar like a normal person.

[nepotism]

Wasn't the biggest deal anyway. Snowboarding's what's really my thing.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des rolled a 3 not to choke on his wine.... which is still a 16, so he doesn't spew it everywhere, but i'm calling it as i see it.] Snowboarding?

[he headtilts at Kat, like is that even a thing normal people do??? #youths]

[shootfirst]

[ wow she looks so offended des ] Is that a problem? Cuz he's not the only one here who's into it.

[nothingsodivine]

I wasn't expecting that answer, all right! [WOW IT'S NOT A PROBLEM. It's just weird.] Anything you have to do in a parka ain't really my thing. Like skiing. Or dog-sled racing. And where the hell are you snowboarding in London?

[shootfirst]

It's called the Snow Centre. It's a thing.

[nothingsodivine]

Well, this has been an enlightening evening for everyone. [he learned SO MUCH.] So snowboarding. Any other fascinating secrets you wanna divulge? Given you're the only one even remotely near this team who hasn't been around me enough to have aired your dirty laundry.

[except jack. but he's pretty sure jack's entire dirty laundry amounts to "wanting to gar's vagina." he's too british for anything else.

[nepotism]

Is that your usual detective-ing formula? "Tell me all your dirty secrets"? Don't tell me that ever actually works.

[nothingsodivine]

You'd be surprised how often asking nicely works. [smirk. hahaha you're a dick, des.]

1/2

[shootfirst]

While you two play twenty questions, I'm gonna go have a smoke. [ she glares at des as a warning ] Be nice. [ and with that she's gonna turn and head off, with her drink in hand. sorry fred ]

[nepotism]

[ ♪ miss independent - ne-yo

fred watches her go with an expression that's half fond and amused and half REALLY GURL I JUST SHOWED UP. but he doesn't look that pressed really, smirking to himself and shaking his head as he takes his own drink. ] Now the important question is whether she meant her version of nice, or a normal human being's...

[nothingsodivine]

At this point, I half-expected her to tell me to be a douchebag, because it would weird her out less. [he stares after her, equally amused, but not in a... damn girl sort of way.] But she probably thinks I'm gonna pull the "don't break her heart or I'll break your legs" speech.

[he finishes his champagne off and sets the flute down.] She stabbed Sarandis in the dick. I think she covered that, honestly.