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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[sith_happened]

"Of course," he replied. "Because the hair would have to be fixed when he finally got indoors."

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"There'd really have to be extra time built into the reception for him to play with his hair," she pondered.

Re: Arrive!

[sith_happened]

That earned her a smile. "If I get my hair done in ten minutes," --big liar-- "so can he."

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"When have you ever?" she wondered. "You take longer than I do!"

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[sith_happened]

"I could take ten minutes."

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I bet you can't."

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[sith_happened]

"What will I get if I do it?" he asked.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

"And I'll do it while wearing the black thing you like," she added, smiling.

Re: Arrive!

[sith_happened]

"Best wife ever," he murmured, moving in for a kiss.