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[herotypical]

Dear orchestrator of all my frustratons -- yes, I'm talking to you. You with the keyboard. You with the defective sense of irony and fun and entertainment.

I'm so very not interested in playing maid-of-honour for a wedding party I'm not even sure I wanna be invited to. Archie and Liz are fabulous people on their own, but... [ together? ]

But if I do go, can I give the gift of marital doubt? Is that too gauch?

At least it's not a gravy boat. In the world of wedding presents, you don't get much tackier than a gravy boat. Unless, of course, I now take tacky to a whole new level by bridesmaiding for the very same woman my current man once proposed to. One of the same women. One of the same many women.

Ouch. That hurts me right in the pride. While I put some new ice on that, why don't you seriously reconsider whether it's worth stuffing me into taffeta. You know, I'm fairly certain I'm allergic.

And don't even get me started on Spike and his will-he-won't-he app status...

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[all7seas]

Maid of honor?

[What's one of those?]

[herotypical]

A headache. Only with a crinoline.

[all7seas]

You've got to wear it 'round your head?

[herotypical]

N-no. Not usually. Not at first. Depends on if there's an open bar or not. Really, it c--

Oh, you are so not helping.

[all7seas]

Erm....on the subject of Spike, darling, and romantical histories...

Perhaps we should simply forgive and forget?

[abidinglaw]

Oh, did I tell you? I met your pale, bewigged friend. We had a lovely talk.

[He'll talk about anything but the wedding. Anything but that.]

[herotypical]

...We're not friends.

[ so. hasty. ]

[abidinglaw]

Is that so?

And I suppose that is how you justify your involvement in this charade?

[The wedding. He has misunderstood. So much for his silence on the matter.]

[herotypical]

W-well. We were close. Once. Or will be.

[fuckingvisions]

Just taking a stab in the dark but sounds like ya be having some love issues there.

[herotypical]

Oh. You know. Only....half a dozen. About half a dozen love issues.

[fuckingvisions]

That sounds like it's quite a bit of trouble.

whoops sorry about me accidentally subscribing to your journal when i tried to click 'reply'

[herotypical]

...You have no idea. At this point? I'm seriously reconsidering a nunnery.

[deadpoet]

Well count me in. I love a good wedding. I love bad ones even more. With you up there envying the bride, I'm sure it'll make a right good time.

[herotypical]

Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down. Me? I don't...envy her.

[deadpoet]

Yet you want to confer the gift of marital doubt. Oh yes, definitely not envious.

[herotypical]

Spike! [ a deep breath. ] Trust me, the only thing keeping me from getting married is my very own desire not to be. I mean, it's not like I haven't had offers. From very, uhm, eligible men.

A lord, even. [ pirate lord. ]

[bringsbadnews]

Sounds like your mun's been keeping you busy. [He's just...not going to touch on the majority of what she said.]

[herotypical]

A-Angel. [ she's clearly surprised. caught on the back foot. just... ]

I, uhm, hi. Yes. Me? Busy. Like a bee. Bee-busy.

[bringsbadnews]

So I've noticed. You know how to keep things interesting. [And by interesting he means complicated and dramatic.]

[herotypical]

Hey. It's not even my wedding! I'm only interesting in the peripheral. On the sidelines. Very much the background.

I hope.

...Vampire!Willow wanted to taunt, but Faith beat her to it. :| *IS WEAK AGAINST B-muses, sorry*

[hungryanhorny]

Damn, B; and here I thought I had problems.

ahaha no, don't apologize!

[herotypical]

You're right. You do.

Have problems, I mean. Loads of them.

[ oh, so catty. ]

<3 *Just loves tossing those two about*

[hungryanhorny]

And here I thought were gonna play nice. [No. Wait. That's another Buffy who's muns have plotted to make like them like each other.]

[herotypical]

Play nice? Faith, that would require rule-following.

Are you sure you're up to that?