2021-02-19: Going to the Chapel

Going to the Chapel
A sudden proposal and wedding
IC Date	February 18, 2021
IC Time	Evening
Players	Angela, Bobbi, Bryan, Dahae, Tawney, Thorn
Location	Emerson's and Angel Restorations
Prp/Tp	N/A
Spheres	N/A
Theme Song	Going to the Chapel [1]

Dahae moves directly in front of the couple, Bryan and Tawny, reaching absently for a menu. She smiles again, "Bar it is. Pale Ales we have in abundance," An apologetic look to Bryan, "If you mean the Ice Tea I'm afraid we don't do cocktails here, but I can suggest a nice Cider or Mead if you're after something a bit sweeter." A look to Tawny, "Mmm, as for food. Are you ok with hotdogs or pretzels? Vegan options available."

Tawney gives Bryan's hand a light squeeze, smiling warmly at him. "Ooh, looks like you're gonna have to settle for a beer." she teases, turning slightly on the seat to bump her knees against his. "We are fantastic with hot dogs and pretzels, actually."

Bryan considers that, then nods. "We'll have hotdogs AND pretzels, not the vegan type, and the cider sounds good. You pick, maybe? They all sound good." He winks at Tawney and puts a card on the counter. "Can you run us a tab?"

Dahae bobs her head in an acknowledging nod, "One cider for the gentleman and a pale ale for the lady." A glance down the bar at the rolling hotdog warmer and the spinning pretzel keeper, "And two real meat dogs and two pretzels." She picks up the card, "Normally only regulars are allowed tabs but.." Her gaze lingers on the couple a bit longer than might be appropriate before she catches herself with a smile, "You guys seem cool." She takes the card and begins to prepare their order.

       Next door, a heavily tattooed dreadlocked woman begins to close up the garage at Angel Restorations for the day. Thoroughly washing her hands with an astringent orange soap, she takes one step up the stairs to the loft above the garage, before pausing and heading to Emerson's. Making her way into the bar, Bobbi's wearing a dark blue mechanic's jumpsuit with the name 'Bob' stitched over the left breast. As she enters, she brieflt lifts her left hand in greeting revealing a very large -- and what was probably very painful -- palm sigil tattoo; there's a few nods of recognition as she makes her way over to the bar. Pulling out a stool, she slides into, looking a bit pooped from her day. The menu is not lifted up, but she seems to have no problem waiting for the bartender. As she waits, she quietly sings along with the a Shangri-Las song playing on the jukebox.

If it helps any, the card is platinum and these two seem pretty relaxed, chill. Bryan nods his thanks. "I promise we'll tip well," he says with a smile. When Bobbi comes in, Bryan's gaze goes that way and he gives her a long look over. Familiar. "Evening," he says to her. As more people file in, he scoots a little closer to Tawney. Long distance to Thorn: Bobbi wishes that worked with her dad. :P

        At her hosue when the call came, Thorn was just finishing up the last of the painting. Things had gotten in her way to prevent her from actually doing what she wanted, and now she was playing a lot of catch up. Fixtures in, walls painted, floors finished...the place is actually starting to look like a house instead of a showroom for construction supplies. Still, she was able to shower and put on something clean and, hopping on her borrowed motorcycle (thanks, Bobbi!) she headed for Emerson's where the dreadlocked woman was supposed to still be hanging out. If she wasn't? Well, Thorn could find her fairly easily. 

        Pushing open the door of the bar, Thorn looks around and catches sight of Bobbi near the bar, as well as a few other unfamiliar faces. "Hey there, Bobbi." Thorn calls as she makes her way over, leaning in to give the woman a kiss on the cheek. "You look like you've had a busy day."

It's no five star cuisine, but the right perspective makes a hot dog and pretzel a lovely evening out with her better half. "I don't think I've seen this kind of selection anywhere in town. It's pretty amazing. And I love that it kind of has that boardwalk feel in the food." Tawney says, looking towards the door when others come in, bumping her shoulder lightly on Bryan's, smiling warmly at her date. Dahae sets up a couple red baskets lines them with paper and using a pair of tongs places a pretzel with each. Then sets a little plastic tub of spicy mustard next to them. After that she pulls a pair of buns out of a steamer drawer and places long franks in each. As moves down the bar she passes Bobbi and flashes the women a warm smile, "Hey Bobbbi! Be right with you." She places the food in front of the couple then reachers under the bar for a condiment caddy of ketchup, mustard and relish before placing it as well. "Just be a moment with your drinks."

       Bobbi gives a smile and a nod of recognition to Bryan, before turning to Dahae and informing her, "I got their first round." As Thorn slides in next to her and kisses her cheek, Bobbi's smile brightens. "Lot to catch up with because of our weekends," she explains to Thorn, "but totally worth it." Gesturing briefly with her head to Dahae, Bobbi explains to Thorn, "new bartender, she just introduced me to Hausgarden." The beer mispronounced as if it came from it's neighbor. "She seemed to understand," Bobbi continues, "that cold is indeed a flavor." A beat as sshe wonders, "How about you, how was your day?" A glance outside, before looking back to Thorn and noting, "You seem more comfortable on the bike." A nod is given to Dahae, as she turns back to making moon eyes at Thorn.

"It's a lot, yeah. But hey, we can try as many as we want, right?" Bryan seems absolutely content at being here, and when Tawney nudges his shoulder, he nudges right back, with a broad grin. He nods to Dahae, moving his hands out of the way so that things can be set down. "Smells great." To Bobbi, he nods. "Great. Thanks. Appreciate it." Moving her free hand to her lap, Tawney squeezes Bryan's, then lets his hand go so he can prep for the incoming baskets. "Thanks." To Dahae, then looking towards Bobbi and glancing at Bryan. "Ooh, going to introduce me to your friend, Bry?" Chipper, in a great mood, reflecting in a bright smile and an easy posture. Turning a little on her seat, tilted towards Bryan, she tears a piece of the pretzel off, dunking it in the spicy mustard and poking it in her mouth, chewing happily.

        "Cold is not a flavor." Thorn argues, settling into the seat next to Bobbi, picking up the thread of a discussion they've apparently been having for a while. "Cold is a sensation. Certain flavors give you the sensation of cold, or things taste different when they're cold, but cold by itself isn't a flavor. Hi new Bartender." Attention swivels from Bobbi to a taller asian woman that now lives behind the bar, smiling. "I'm Thorn. Let me have one of whatever she's having. And a pretzel, because nothing says bar like carbs, fat, and salt."

       "Figure I should do something," Bobbi notes to Bryan, "to apologize for the misunderstanding, even if it got called off." What exactly was 'called off' isn't explained, but Bobbi is certainly fighting a slightly mischievious grin. It's as if she's glad 'it' didn't happen, but is also a bit amused with herself. Looking to Tawney, Bobbi notes, "We don't know each other that well actually, but he seems like a good guy, you're lucky to have him." Bobbi gives a brief look to Bryan as if to see 'you see I'm trying, I'm not a total bitch,' before looking back to Tawney and introducing herself as, "Bobbi, I work next door." A brief gesture of her head is given to the garage next door, before she turns back, giving Thorn's leg a light rub noting, "This is Thorn, and don't let how wrong she is about 'cold' fool you, she's totally awesome and wonderful, and I'm incredibly grateful to have found her again."

Dahae slowly draws the the drinks from the taps, leaving them briefly benaeth to settle she sets up a couple of coasters in front of Bryan and Tawney. Then she brings the drinks over, "A classic Sierra Nevada Pale Ale from Chico California for the lady. Love this one myself," She places the cider in front of Bryan, "This one's called Collective Arts out of Canada, a nice crisp finish." With that she moves over to Bobbi and Thorn giving a nod to the latter, "Hey, I'm Dahae. I never quite said cold was flavor, I believe I intimated that cold was essential it certain circumstance." A grin, "I'll be right back with your drinks." She moves away before glancing over her shoulder, "And nothing says /flavor/ like carbs, fat and salt."

Bryan waves a hand at Bobbi. "Old stuff." Then he looks Bobbi over again and nods. "Sorry to hear that." He clears his throat and drapes his arm over Tawney. "This is my lady Tawney. Tawney, this is Bobbi. Friend of a friend."

"Nice to meet you, Bobbi. Thorn." Tawney says, turning to smooch Bryan's cheek, whispering lowly. "As many beers as you want." She may or may not be trying to get him drunk. What could go wrong? A second kiss and she starts to doctor up her hot dog with a bit of everything. Relish, ketchup, mustard - though she uses some of the spicy mustard that came with her pretzel.

       A nod is given to Bryan, an agreement that it is best to just leave the past misunderstanding in the past. "Nice to meet you," Bobbi says to Tawney with a friendly smile, momentarily making eye contact in that almost too intense way that hippies are wont to do. "I'm off the Coors Light," Bobbi explains to them, "too much karmic involvement with that one. Been trying to figure out if I'm going to have another 'beer' or if I'm just going to end up trying them all one-by-one. Still, I'd like to eventually figure out a good 'hot day at the creek sixpack' if you, like, follow me?" Glancing to Tawney and Bryan's pretzel, Bobbi looks to Thorn and notes, "pilfered is for sure a flavour." A bit of a mischievious grin is given here, but it seems clear that it's Thorn's pretezel that's in trouble.

        "Hello." Thorn says cheerfully as she's introduced, giving Tawney a wave with one hand, the other resting against Bobbi's beneath the edge of the bar, giving it a little squeeze before she leans over to watch Dahae pull the beers into glasses with just the right amount of head on top - something she never was able to do with any sort of consistency. She does grin at Dahae's declaration of fat, salt, and carbs being flavor because of course they are, and doesn't press the cold discussion any more than before, preferring to needle occasionally for giggles rather than any sort of argument-ending discussion. "Nice to meet you, too." She says, doctoring the pretzel with a little bit of the mustard, tearing it haphazardly in half and leaving one bit easily stolen by Bobbi.

       Angela wanders in shadowed by a rather attentive well built gentleman, she speaks with him briefly at the door, before leaving him standing there as she heads towards the bar. After a moment he does his best to make himself inconspicuous at another table while keeping an eye on her.

Bryan winks at Tawney. "Are YOU driving home?" he asks, leaning over to give her a quick kiss before he digs into his pretzel. He doesn't bother with the mustard. The salt and the bread and the... god, it's just so good. One big bite, then he instinctively looks around, eyes wandering to the big guy at the door and his gaze skims over him briefly before he turns back to the table. "This is really good," he commends quietly, mostly to Tawney, but also including anyone who wants to be a part of the conversation.

"I CAN drive, if you want to cut loose a little." That just means Tawney's only going to have about -half- of the beer that's in front of her. The kiss wins the slightest blush from the dark haired lass and she does a happy little wiggle-bobble thing that's not quite as cute as the Shaq wiggle. "I know, they're so good. This place is going to be amazing in the summer when you just want a cold beer and something salty and simple." She has another nibble of the dipped pretzel, than asks of Bobbi. "What's wrong with Coors Light's karma?" Washing the salty pretzel down with some of her pale ale. the big guy at the door is looked over, more curious than anything.

       Angela drums her fingers to some unknown song along the counter down before catching the bartenders attention, "Shot of JD and... whatever IPA you have.." she asks and pushes a hilarious crumpled up wad of bills across the bar. Her eyes wander down the bar, taking in the various people filling those seats.

       "Well, let's just say," Bobbi begins to explain, "that you look at the 'Silver Bullet' a little differently when it happens to be the truck that ran you off the road." Dipping her pretzel in mustard Bobbi bites it and explains, "happened to my friend twice. I've been rundown twice, but only once by Coors. I figure somewhere there's some sort of cosmological thing involving me and this other person, Coors Light, and car wrecks, kinda figure it's something to sort of back away from y'know?" A glance is given to the newcomer, before Bobbi looks back to those she was explaining her beer dilemma to. "So as you see, I gotta find a new beer," she let's them know casually.

        "And this is just the place to find one, too, what with it's ridiculous selection of beers." Thorn says with a smirk, dipping her pretzel in the mustard and taking a bite. "You know, this place should really hold some kind of themed nights. Oktoberfest, for instance. Something monthly to get people interested and drag in the business." thorn shrugs and takes another bite of her pretzel, nodding to the tattooed woman at the end of the bar, giving Bobbi a nudge. "Look." She says cheekily. "Someone almost as inked as you."

       The most prominent of which are twin ravens upon her left shoulder with part of their skulls and other bones showing, beneath them a stylized goat skull and further down her arm a very unique take on the Eye of Providence that blends next to a nordic serpent knot that winds its way down and around her arm to the top of her hand. On her right shoulder is a twisted depiction of a phoenix of ash, bone, and flame, and other elements include an eye of horus, what seems to be some kind of stylizied demonic skull to mirror the goat of the left arm, and similair nordic knotwork moving and winding down her right forearm to the top of her hand. The fingers of both hands have a variety of runes and markings that are found in other places within the artwork.

Bryan grins at Tawney and shakes his head. "No, I'm good. If we have to, we'll Uber back," he murmurs, finishing off his first beer and chasing it with a bite of the hot dog... which has everything but ketchup on it. Ketchup is gross. Ketchup is surely evil. He pushes his empty glass forward and then looks around the bar some more, eyes taking in all the details before they come back to his lovely lady, Tawney. "You want to do something absolutely insane?"

       Angela does the shot of jack as it arrives and picks up her beer with a smile, turning her head to look down the bar, the close proximity making eavsdropping a certainty. Smirking out of one side of her mouth she puts a hand up as if to concede, "No fuckin contest." before laughing and taking a drink from her glass.

THAT is what is known as a loaded question. Tawney considers the Source of the question, eyeing Bryan up, then glancing down at her skirt and flats, then back to his suit. "Okay, but if we're playing hide the hot dog, you have to go first." she decides, smirking and taking a drink of the pale ale she's ordered. "I'm game. What are you thinking?"

       As she's nudged, Bobbi glances at Angela for a moment before looking back to Thorn and noting, "Nah, she has way more ink than me, I only got the two little tattoos and the one big one." Looking back to Angela, Bobbi gives a grins and says, "I think we met once, like a long time ago, but I might be wrong. My squirrels are always messing with the filing system. I'm Bobbi."

        Thorn can only concede the point, nodding. "For sheer coverage, you definitely have her. For number, yeah, she's totally got you beaten. Me? By virtue of dating you, I'm probably fated to get one at some point this go 'round."

       "Angela..." she smiles, "I'm pretty sure we have, but my squirrels are usually all sorts of fucked." her eyes drift a bit, lingering on Tawney before she returns them to Bobbi then Thorn, "Just one.. big one."

Bryan snorts, shaking his head, leaning down toward Tawney. He isn't whispering, but he isn't exactly screaming it out either. "Let's just.. go get married. Like.. tonight."

       "ohhh," Bobbi says with a tilt of her head as she looks to Thorn, trying to think of how to say this. "Don't think you have to get one just because of me," Bobbi says to Thorn, "I actually kinda freaked out and went all 'mom' on someone after they got a tattoo because of me. Yeah, just imagine me going 'You got a tattoo?!?!'" Bobbi laughs lightly shaking her head to this. About to say something to Angela, Bobbi hears the proposal and her mouth kinda drops open, her head slowly turning to Thorn as she mouths, 'did you just hear that?'

        "We've known each other for ages. You should know just as well as anyone that I don't do things just to keep you happy. If I did, we'd have a bunch of squirrels living on the roof of the garage. A herd of squirrels? A Bevy? What are a bunch of squirrels called, anyway?" Something for entymologists to debate, apparently, because with Bryan's comment, Thorn giggles and claps her hands together gleefully. She did just hear what was said, nearly squeaking, looking over at Bobbi with a nod.

Expecting something like sampling every beer or skinny dipping in the ocean or bar games, Tawney's jaw -also- drops when Bryan casually tosses that bomb out. It's good that she wasn't drinking, really. Recovering, Tawney coughs softly, reaches for her glass and drains it. Setting it down again gently, she reaches to comb her fingers through Bryan's hair and pulls him in for a hard kiss. "You know what? Fuck it. Let's do this." "Scurry," Bryan says to Thorn, without ever taking his eyes of Tawney. "A group of squirrels is called a scurry." One corner of his mouth quirks upward at Tawney's reaction and he starts to say something, then he's being assaulted and his hotdog is almost knocked into the floor with the kiss. He chuckles and wraps Tawney into a VERY MUCH PG-13 sort of kiss and then finally comes up for air. "I mean, if you don't want to...."

       Bobbi's jaw drops a little more, before she looks back to Thorn and practically squees. Then collecting herself, she casually turns back to Bryan and Tawney and notes, "Universal Life Church, if you need a minister, but I take no offense if you don't want a practical stranger to marry you in a dive bar." Bobbi gives a quick glance to Thorn, a big smile on her faace, before letting it relax as she looks back to the couple.

       Angela laughs over the edge of her glass, shaking her head a bit before taking a drink, laughing a bit more after her drink, obviously amused.

        "Of course you are." Thorn says with a giggle, leaning into Bobbi, watching the pair. "If you need a bouquet, I think I may have something up in the apartment that can pass for flowers, as long as you don't mind it being made of paper. Oh, and a veil. I can be back in like two minutes if you need something, otherwise a bar napkin'll have to do."

"Oh, oh. The rooftop garden at your place, Bobbi. I mean...we can get flowers from there or, if they wanted..." Thorn looks over to the newly betrothed couple. "It's only just over across the street, unless you wanted to really make Emerson's a memory."

He's right, it IS insane. Tawney gives Bryan a poke in the ribs. "No take backsies. You're stuck now. See? A priest, and a napkin veil and some paper flowers, and, um.. Oh! Yes." She points at Angela. "Maid. Of. Honor." She can't help but laugh. "You're so screwed."

       Bobbi gives a nod to everything Thorn said, adding, "and dresses, if you want a dress we have those too. Or anything you want, y'know, like, getting you slightly transformed. Plus it takes you out of here for a moment so that you can build anticipation and then make an entrance while someone finds meaningful songs on the Jukebox. I mean, Girl Groups and Soul, so everything's going to be meaningful." A beat as she adds, "I always found 'Going to the Chapel' to have kinda a weird tone to the way it's sang, even if the words are right. Sorry, I'm rambling, I ramble sometimes, particularly when excited or excited-nervous or anticipating I ramble, oh geez, now I'm rambling about rambling ... " Bobbi quickly grabs her beer and begins to drink from it in order to stop herself from talking for a moment.

Bryan grins ear to ear and he nods, glancing over at Bobbi. "Yeah, thanks," he says, accepting the offer. "I... need.. to go get rings." He glances around briefly, then back to Tawney. "Unless you're okay with going to pick them out tomorrow and we'll use a twist top or something..."

No escape! "Got a pen? We can draw some on." Tawney says with a grin, not about to give him a chance to -run away- now that the ball is rolling and picking up speed. The poor hot dog and pretzel have been completely forgotten, Tawney sliding off the stool and smoothing her Stitch patterned skirt. Is this a bit like being married in Disney? "A rooftop garden? What do you think, Bryan?"

       Bobbi gives a laugh to this and notes, "I'm a metalworker. Might not be the exact aesthetic and I got no blood diamonds, but could definitely make that happen." Looking to Thorn, Bobbi nods at the offer of the rooftop garden, before adding, "and I suppose as a hippie I'm required to by law to also offer you my hot tub to honeymoon in, though by no means are you required to." A beat as she adds, "Point is, it's a spur of the moment thing, but we're happy to do what we can to make it the wedding you always wanted. Well, at least special." Pausing with anticipation, Bobbi looks to Bryan.

       Angela taps her fingers along the edge of her beer glass, amused at the direction of the conversation, "Maybe just tattoo em on..." she looks down the bar, "Then if shit doesn't work out... you just cut the fingers off."

"Drawing. Yeah." Bryan looks thoughtful for a moment, then nods. "YEah! Let's do this." He glances over at Bobbi and takes Tawney's hand, leading her that way. "Let's do it. Get her ready and someone lead me to the garden and I'll wait like a good boy?"

        "Garcon! Road beers, stat!" Thorn gets to her feet. "We've got a wedding to have!"

       Bobbi looks really excited and then all the sudden she has a realization. "Ok," she says with a sigh, "you're going to have to see my full name on the paperwork, so ... " Another sigh as she says really quickly, "mymomnamedmeaftertheleadsingerofthecure, please getting your laughing out of the way now so we can havea joyous ceremony."

       There might have been laughter at Bobbi noting she was named after the lead singer of The Cure, but she's not really sure, kinda blacked-out there for a moment. When she came to, Bobbi was giddy, carrying a growler of beer and leading the group through the lot, up the stairs to the loft about the garage marked 'Angel Restorations.' Once inside, Bobbi put the growler on the kitchen table, mentioning a few things to Thorn, and then rushing to her dresser. Unselconsciously, she strips out of her mechanic's overalls -- tattooed everywhere you'd expect, and some places you wouldn't -- and throws on a bright yellow high-waisted sundress with asymmetrical blue polka dots, and then throws a blue blazer on top. Barefoot, she walks back to the others explaining, "Luckily my friend insisted we get these when we saw a basketball game in Portland."

       Looking around, she exclaims, "Ok! The garden's upstairs, Bryan, other than a ring, what do you need? I'll see what I can do and then get you up there. Got actual booze here, if needed. Then we'll get Tawney ready and get going." Even for a woman that smiles a lot, Bobbi is smiling a lot.

Bryan snorts at the name, but then it goes away. He allows himself to be led wherever and he adjusts his clothing a little, tucking in his shirt, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't need anything except that beautiful lady right there." And then he heads up to the rooftop garden to wait.. and pace.. and bite his fingernails down to nothing

Tawney's face aches, in the best way. Smiling brightly, she moves along, chuckling. "Worse things to be named for than an incredible artist." Following the crew to the garage next door, she picks up a little hop and skip to her steps, like she can't quite contain the excitement and joy. Not how she thought the night would go, at all, but it's perfect. "I really appreciate everyone doing this. Seriously. This is going to be incredible."

        "Don't be nervous." Thorn says with a smile, fetching a small glass of a brown liquor from a bottle sitting on a shelf that smells of peat and oak and all sorts of good stuff. "You've taken the big step and asked." She's dressed as she came but does slip out of her chuck taylors once she's hit the door out of habit. She passes Bryan the glass and urges him upstairs. "Rings!" Thorn calls down from upstairs as an electrical *clunk* can be heard, the margarita machine firing up. S

       Angela lingers at the back of the group, looking a little unsure of if she belongs here. "I didn't think a wedding was in my plans tonight." she laughs, taking a look around for a beverage.

       Running back to the dresser, Bobbi opens the top drawer and there's a number of heavy thunks of metal as she does so. Taking a moment, she delicately pokes through it's contents, before exclaims, "Perfect!" For now, the rings are placed in a pocket in the blazer, before she rushes back to Tawney. Various clothes are offered -- the wardrobes of two women available to Tawney -- along with make-up, liquor, and a variety of fabrics that could be easily made into a veil. Never underestimate would can be scared up by a hippie artist and her bohemian lover.

        Thorn's head pokes down from upstairs, swiveling to lock on to Bobbi in her blazer. "Pick flowers or should we just give her a pot?" Her head goes back up to look towards Bryan. "What do you think? Does she need a bouquet? I mean, we've got some of the stuff..." Back down again. "Bobbi? What do you think? I can hold the video camera too!"

       Angela side steps a couple of times until she's in range of making herself something to drink, whatever is closest and alcoholic ends up in whatever the hell mug she finds, making herself at home but staying mostly quiet in the back, observing the bunch.

Bryan smiles at Thorn and takes the drink and downs it, handing the glass back, with barely a cringe. "Thank you. I'm excited. I didn't... I didn't MEAN to do this tonight. I really didn't."

Bohemian hippies? Tawney pokes through things and keeps it simple, adding a bandana, tying it just behind her bangs, so it suits the pin-up look of her clothes. She dressed up cute in her Stitch skirt, she's not ashamed to be wed with Experiment 626. A bouquet is loosely formed of random things. A couple of little pinwheels, a suncatcher stick that's a spiral of copper wire with some marbles trapped in the spirals, and a few fake flowers. Nothing particularly fancy, but definitely on the whimsical side of it. "I've never done this before, not like this. What would you like to do?" she asks of Angela, turning to the others and giving a thumbs up. She's ready whenever they are.

       Sometime is spent downstairs, rushing around and crashing heard, but eventually Bobbi crawls up the metal ladder in the back of the loft and comes through the hatch carrying a boombox. Reaching into her pocket, she hands two metal rings -- quite nice for spur-of-the-moment -- to Thorn. A nod is given to the flowers, "bouquet whatever, just save the hot peppers for dinner." Plugging in the boombox, she then rushes over to Bryan and gives him a look over. His shirt is briefly adjusted, before Bobbi licks her hand and fixes his hair like a mom might until he likely shoos her away to her place on the edge of the rooftop garden.

       The garden itself is a picturesque oasis in a desolate urban landscape. At the same time, the area is quite beautiful in it's own way. The vacant lots and various small abandoned buildings means the skyline stretches out and provides beautiful views so long as you don't look directly down. Various broken streetlights means there are more stars to be seen above. A light breeze moves through the flowers, providing a fresh scent. The light humm of the hot tub and margarita machine provide just enough white noise to block out a lot of the city.

       Waiting at the edge, Bobbi exclaims, "oh!" as she has a moment of realization. Rushing to the other edge, she presses play on the boombox, and then rushes back to the other edge. Looking to Bryan, almost as nervous as she is, the first notes of 'Here Comes the Bride' can be heard ...

Bryan has been licked by worse things. He lets Bobbi rub hippie slobber into his hair. Better than gel.

He is nervous. Of course he is. But he forces himself to relax as he stands near the wall, overlooking the area, but still quite close to the flowers. He has a plan

        No hot peppers for the flowers. Okay. This she can do. Heading downstairs for a second, Thorn comes back up with a DSLR camera and a small tripod, setting it up with a view of the skyline and the setting sun and all of the lovely things that can be seen from the roof of the warehouse garden. Hitting record just before Bobbi starts her music, Thorn heads up to stand near the Bride's side, using her cell phone to record the march down the asile (past the margarita machine and the hot tub, the sauna on the other side).

       Angela finds a spot off to the side, further back than anyone else probably but not hiding in the corner, silently watching the procedings while enjoying her drink.

The familiar notes of music start up, and Tawney steps out into sight, glancing at the marguerita machine in passing. That will come in handy later. Looking to the strangers helping to make this happen, she beams huge smiles at them, then focuses on Bryan with his hippie-spit hair and somehow brightens even more, one foot in front of the other. Nervousness is well hidden, tucked away behind the poise of someone used to being on stages or performing. That smile just gets bigger the closer she gets, until she's in place at Bryan's side.

Bryan bites his lip as Tawney comes up and he sucks in a breath, marvelling at the sight and doublechecking his blood pressure. Because Elder or not, this is enough to make even the goodest boy go into a frenzy and murder half the wedding party. Ahem. NOT THAT THAT IS RELEVANT HERE, MIND YOU. He turns a little, reaching over to pick a flower. Any one will do. And he tucks it into the lapel of his jacket and the smile that he sends forth is just.. the brightest.

       Waiting at the edge of the roof, Bobbi is clearly nervous, but also immensely happy for this moment. A smile and a small reassuring nod is given to Bryan, letting him know that soon all those nerves will melt away. As she hears the bride-to-be coming up the ladder, the hatch gets Bobbi's full attention, her smile large, but nothing that could outdo the bride-to-be's. A light tilt of the head and a smile is given to Thorn, just a happy acknowledgment of love to her own lover. Once Bryan and Tawney are both standing before her and the music has come to a stop, Bobbi lightly clear her throat.

       "The Universe is a separation," she begins, "a gap that exists between each individual. It's something to be thankful for, because it's in this separation that we are able to see each other, find each other, and know each other. Love is it's gravity, and it's love that has brought us all together tonight. Between each of us, we might find many things, things that might at first seem small at first, such as a Thursday night date at a bar. And yet tonight, we also can see the stars between these two, seemingly small or insignificant."

       "It's our love that makes these things large," Bobbi continues, "gives meaning. In the separation between Bryan and Tawney, they act as a frame for a new constellation that they together have created. Eternalizing each moment together to make The Universe better for themselves and those they meet."

       There's a brief pause, before continues, "but these are my words, my thoughts, and as happy as I am to share them with you as you come together on this joyous occasion, I think it's only appropriate and traditional that we hear from the two of you as well. So please, take this moment now to speak to each other of your love, so that we may bear witness to this union."

       There's a brief pause and a grin as Bobbi adds, "and remember, if your nervous or have a difficult time with words in that moment, there's nothing to worry about. For your love is to pervade all your moments together and in awkward stumble can be just as charming as a poetic soliloquoy, when it occurs during The Marriage of True Minds."

       Bobbi looks to the couple, giving them a moment to speak of thier love.

Bryan takes a deep breath, unable to take his eyes off Tawney as she approaches. When she stops speaking, he begins, just as smoothly as if he'd rehearsed it. Who knows, maybe he has. "Tawney, when you fell into my life, I was in a weird place. I'd been through so much absolutely weird shit. Things were turned upside down and I was really struggling and then you came in and just made it... weirder." There's a smooth quality to his voice. It's the sort of voice that you hear on the radio late at night, playing those smooth hits from the eighties, or the guy who reads poetry in a dive bar on a Thursday. Smooth, rhythmic, beautiful even. "I needed that break, that shift. You ground me. You make me smile when there's absolutely nothing to smile about otherwise. You snuck into my life and you helped to fill all the gaps that were there that ... that I didn't even know about. And the way you treat Analisa... man, that kid loves you.." He lets out the tiniest little sigh and then he smiles even wider. "I love you Tawney. And I want to be with you. Forever."

Tawney needs a minute after that, glancing down and then smiling up at Bryan, expression softened. Not crying. Not YET, anyway. "I should have known when I spent my first night in the city teaching you to belly dance that we'd wind up here. Especially because you picked it up so fast." There's a soft laugh, one of those half-choked, trying not to cry laughs. "It doesn't seem to matter what comes our way, we find a way to balance one another. And it never matters who leans on who, as long as we have each other and Ana. I'd do anything for her. For you." She's not as eloquent as Bryan, not by any stretch. "Even if it's Mickey Mouse pancakes for the next twenty years with chocolate chip smiley faces and always wondering why something didn't get put back, or dragging you outside to dance in the backyard while Ana's asleep. I can't think of any place I'd rather be, or any people I'd rather be doing it with. Wherever we are, together, we're home. Always."

       Angela doesn't know the history, or how everyones connected but just watches on in silence, sipping at her drink, trying to figure out how the hell she got roped into a wedding of all things.

        Thorn gives a glance to Bobbi as the words of love between the two soon to be newlyweds are shared, the smile mirrored between the two lovers. They haven't made this step yet, but honestly, neither has felt the need to by this point. She simply records the words shared from two angles and smiles.

       Bobbi listens to the two speak of their love with her hands clasped tightly in front of her, close to her face. She seems to think this is just such a wonderful thing she's witnessing. So wonderful in fact, that for a few moments after they finish, she doesn't really change position. It seems she might have forgotten where she is or what she is doing, her squirrels having run off with the script. "Oh!" she finally exclaims, perhaps a bit louder than it needs to be, "the rings!" Bobbi gestures to Thorn to come over an bring the rings to them. "One moment," she assures Bryan and Tawney, before giving them a big toothy sheepish grin.

        Thus summoned, Thorn approaches, rummaging in her pockets for the rings, passing them to Bobbi with a smile.

       Taking the rings from Thorn, Bobbi looks between Bryan and Tawney. "Take these rings," Bobbi says to them, "as a symbol of your love and union. By placing them on each other's fingers, you are expressing a commitment to each other in good times and bad, sickness and in health, beer bars and wine bars." Looking between the two, she offers the rings to them, asking, "Now, in front of us, under these stars, do you form a home together?"

Bryan takes the ring and then Tawney's hand and slides the ring onto her finger, never taking his eyes off her face. "In front of these witnesses, under these stars, I form a home with you, my love." Trying not to cry, and getting close to failing, Tawney holds as steady as she can while the ring is slid onto her finger. Taking Bryan's hand a moment later, she gives it a tight squeeze, sliding the ring onto his finger. "In front of these witnesses, under these stars, I form a home with you. For always."

       Angela has a big grin on her face, doing her best not to interrupt as she watches, occassionally sipping from her drink.

       Once again, watching closely with her hands clasped, Bobbi at least this time maintains her presence of mind. "I now pronounce you husband and wife," she says, her hands unclasping to whipe a tear from her eyes, before she adds, "you may now. kiss. each. other." With that, Bobbi brings her fist to her mouth, lightly biting as she watches.

Bryan's entire demeanor lights up even more with Bobbi's words. He scoops Tawney up and presses his lips to hers. This is not a Disney kiss. This is a kiss of someone who very, VERY much loves the woman that he has happily agreed to spend his entire life with.

A faint giggle is smothered in the kiss, her feet not even touching the ground - and she's not particularly short. The intensity of it is met, even as it makes Tawney's tummy do butterfly flutters and those pesky tears that have been threatening start rolling down her cheeks. Pulling back so she can breathe, she murmurs something super quiet, then play-nibbles Bryan's nose with her lips - mischief in her dark eyes.

       "Well done you crazy fuckers I hardly even know... well done." she laughs and raises her drink in a cheers before bringing it to her lips and finishing it, "Fuck, I've left him waiting foreeeever." she shakes her head, "Sorry to race off, but thanks for making me a part of this."

       Watching the kiss closely with a huge smile, her elbows close together, Bobbi claps her hands rapidly in front of her face while squealing a bit. The effect is somewhat reminiscent of a very giddy and excited seal. Bobbi, a huge romantic, of course has a few tears rolling down her cheeks. A little gesture is given to Thorn, and a moment later the boombox is once again playin wedding music.

Bryan lets the kiss linger probably longer than socially acceptable, but finally lets Tawney breathe again. Then both his arms wrap around his wife and he holds her tightly for a long moment, a little choked up himself. Finally, he leans back a little,s niffling just a touch. "We'll do all the paperwork tomorrow. Tonight, we're going to celebrate, just me and you." He turns his gaze from his wife to Bobbi and holds out his arms for a hug. "Thank you, Bobbi."

       Angela quietly slides off into the night.

Tawney uses her free hand to rub the tears off her cheeks, hugging Bryan tightly. "Thank you for this. All of you." It's spur of the moment, and random, unexpected, but somehow perfectly -them-. "Yes, we should." Much to celebrate, now.

       Bobbi nods to Bryan, whiping another tear away. Then stepping forward, she wraps him up in a big ol' hippie hug, taking a moment for their hearts to synchronize and their chakras to align. "Congratulations," she adds softly, noting, "The Universe is funny." Stepping back from the hug, she holds onto Bryan's upper arms for a moment, her teary eyes gazing into his as she repeats, "Really, congratulations. I'm also going to make a wedding present for you two." Letting go she looks to Tawney and adds, "might take a moment, but I got something good." Tilting her head slightly, Bobbi says, "aww, you two are so cute."

Bryan is ALSO a hippie, so the hug is met with the same fervor as Bobbi presents it. Not so much into the chakras and all that, but whatever. "Thank you, Bobbi. I mean that. For real." She gets a smooch on the cheek and then he goes back to wipe all the hippie cooties off on his wife. That's her job now.

Cootie Receptacle. She needs an apron with that embroidered on it. Tawney leans up into Bryan when he comes back, the kin beaming a huge smile at Bobbi. "I appreciate it. Everything. You've made a simple date night without the kiddo into something incredible."