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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?

[herotypical]

You know, it's surprisingly hard to forget what won't have happened yet. For him, at least.

O-or maybe that's actually surprisingly easy.

One of the two.

[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. ]

[all7seas]

Surprisingly easy. And my infractions, so far in the past to be before I ever had the good fortune to set eyes upon you.







Might wear a kilt, me.

[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]

[ it's open to interpretation whether this face is inspired by the infractions or by the kilt. ]

[herotypical]

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

[abidinglaw]

That, I would pay to see.

[all7seas]

[herotypical]

...I'm glad someone's enthused.

[abidinglaw]

And just what did I do to deserve this -- this casting off?

[all7seas]

Oi, now! I won't have you stuffing loose bills down me security trusses, no matter how much I might be gyrating at the time!

[herotypical]

Who's casting you where now? We're talking about weddings, James. Not fishing trips.

[all7seas]

Bare, manly knees? Easy access?

[abidinglaw]

Sometimes, Jack, I wonder about you.

[herotypical]

...What a catch you are. [ a sigh. ] I think I can feel my pride starting to sting again.

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[all7seas]

'S all true! Even the false bits.

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[all7seas]

Erm......not that there's any false bits, really. Not...it's all real. All real and legitimate bits, mine.

[abidinglaw]

[Isn't this just like her? Get her own jab in, and then dance around the aftermath.]

I fail to see the difference just this moment.

[all7seas]

So......spreading the...how did you call it? "Marital doubt." Spreading that about, are we, love?