10th Contraption: Mawwiage

[pineapplesalmon]

Who: John Watson, Johnny Summer, and César Salazar with Rich Goranski, Fio, and Honoria Crabb AND YOU Oh god why are weddings like this
What: The throuple getting married by... the Captain?!
When: December 11th at 7pm
Where: John's
Warnings: I believe in us! But for now, nothing.


SEATING

John's has been transformed, the seating up front rearranged in rows towards the center dias with an aisle down the middle, the piano moved off to one side. The buffet for later can be seen off to the other. Decorations taken from Spirit Halloween appear here and there–flowers taken from cavalera flower crowns, sun and moon candlestick holders from the tarot collection, festively colored tablecloths draped down the walls like curtains or banners. A sign near the entrance says "seat yourself", although the front row on one side is reserved with a ribbon across the backs.

What can't be seen is who is officiating. Or the husbands, but at least that part makes sense. The dais is empty.


THE CEREMONY

As one of the few traditions in this wedding, music announces the start of the ceremony. Rich strolls in first, trying to look professional even if he’s clearly shaking a bit as he holds the small pillow with the rings laid on it. At least he’s dressed quite smartly, Johnny ensuring his red suit is wrinkle free and his cuff links are set in place. Fio, in a winged black dress and flowery headdress, follows after the ring bearer, adorning the path with paper petals as she moves along.

The first husband to be down the aisle is none other than Johnny, in a smart charcoal grey suit with a goldenrod pocketsquare, gold jewelry, and a wreath of orange blossoms on his head; and accompanied by Honoria Crabb in her perfectly tailored black tuxedo, worn with black gloves and a white bow tie. Watson and César take up the rear, arms linked together. César is wearing an equally fancy suitcoat with his tie held in place with a ruby and silver tie pin, and Watson is wearing an officer’s dress uniform, with the sword and without the helmet, and also his good cane. All three husbands-to-be are wearing green carnation boutonnières.


AFTER PARTY

It's time to eat, dance, and party!

The seating has been rearranged for sitting at tables around the "dance" floor. Food from Windjammer has been placed on some tables for a buffet. There’s a selection of fancy cheeses and crackers, sushi, premade sandwiches, and salad with dressings on the side. For dessert, to one side there’s a table with cupcakes, cookies, and chocolates arranged in a heart. On the bar are a couple bowls of punch (including one explicitly labeled as non-alcoholic) made by Johnny ahead of time, because he's been forbidden to bartend his own wedding, much to his deep chagrin.

There’s a space set just off the dancefloor for musicians who wish to perform, the usual John’s piano (bribed into behaving with a whole pan of beef brisket from the buffet) off to one side.

Comments

[inhairently]

[ Steve glances out at the dance floor too. He doesn't immediately spot Klaus, but it does seem like nearly everyone is here so he must be around somewhere. They have time, anyway.

He turns his gaze back to Eddie. ]

If he does we'll figure something out.

[ Like waiting, he guesses, though that's really not his preferred solution. He shrugs, his mouth tugging down as if he's really weighting their options. ]

I mean, there's always the theater.

[ He's joking. Mostly. ]

[thefreak]

[ Unsurprisingly, Eddie lets out a loud laugh at Steve's suggestion of the theater. Although as a last resort, Eddie probably would stoop that low, come to think of it. ]

Maybe I'll put my bandana on the doorknob, just in case.

[ He grins as he tugs Steve into a kiss, because how can he not? The whole wedding atmosphere has definitely put him in some kind of mood, and he's still charged up from performing. ]

You just say the word, big boy, and we'll get out of here.

[inhairently]

[ Oh Steve absolutely wants to say the word. In fact, he's looking longingly at the exit and opening his mouth to say the word when common sense gets the better of him. Nancy's right — he is growing up, and that means he occasionally thinks with his brain.

His face does a thing that isn't exactly a grimace but isn't exactly not a grimace, either. ]

Ugh. We should probably hang out for a little bit. [ He wants to be nice to the grooms, even if he doesn't know any of them all that well (or at all), and being nice means not bowing out early to go fool around. ] Like, I dunno. Drink punch, eat cake. Whatever.

[ However, he does consider — ]

Though, you know, I think enough people left after that whole thing with the Captain and the skeleton that nobody'd notice if we ditched.

[thefreak]

[ Damn Steve, even though Eddie knows he's right. He might not know the grooms well at all, but it would be awfully rude to leave right after performing. They should at least stay for a little while longer, right? ]

How about this. We stay for a couple more songs, then Irish goodbye our way out of here. [ He smirks as he moves a little bit closer, so that his mouth is right by Steve's ear. ]

Besides, we haven't danced yet, and how many chances are we gonna get to do that? [ At least not in this kind of cheerful atmosphere that isn't being accompanied by a whole lot of murder. ]

[inhairently]

[ Steve shivers a little at the feeling of Eddie’s breath on his skin and that voice right in his ear, and he’s damning himself right now for being so committed to the “considerate wedding guest” bit. But that’s okay. They have all the time in the world. ]

Two songs, tops. Then we split, [ he agrees, turning his head to give Eddie a quick peck on the lips. Then he slips away and takes Eddie’s hand, tugging him towards the crowd. ] Come on. Let’s do this.