Private Beach, Neptune, California, Sunset on Saturday, 8/16

[needsaparrot]

Nobody much cares where you sit, since it's not like there's a bride's side, or like Xander and Bridge don't share all the same friends, but the green fabric deck chairs are separated by a white runner anyway.

Lit on either side by softly-muted glow-balls, it leads down to a chupah that's -- contain your shock -- just as green.

In fact, it looks pretty much like this:




Welcome to the Carson-Harris wedding.

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[OOC: Up supersuper early so guests and wedding party members can SP and I can craaaaaaaaash. Ceremony will be added in later in the day, and the inevitable followup post will follow. As they do.]

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Z and...Anders

[needsaparrot]

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Re: Z and...Anders

[multiplez]

Z's dress was, of course, green. It was also yellow, though, because come on. She looked pretty in it and proceeded down the aisle in a perfectly acceptable manner, though she did look a little uncomfortable with all the, you know, attention. Even if she wasn't the main event.

Re: Z and...Anders

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

And here came Anders again, looking more than slightly self-conscious by this point. "It's for a good cause, Delgado, remember that."

Re: Z and...Anders

[multiplez]

"Weren't you going to be a pro athlete?" Z muttered. "I'd think you'd be used to it, Anders."

Re: Z and...Anders

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders cleared his throat. "Most athletic uniforms don't involve bow ties and suit jackets and shoes with no traction, and I don't think there's a professional groomswoman-relay event."

Re: Z and...Anders

[multiplez]

"Okay we're freaking about different things. Carry on," Z told him.

Re: Z and...Anders

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It's my job as the Best Dude to reassure everybody that it's gonna be fine," Anders persisted. "Smile! It's a happy day."