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Bridal Party

"I know you ain't 'cause I'd kick yer a** f'you did," she said plainly. It wasn't the conversation she'd wanted to have.

Chel also rubbed her hands against her arms uncomfortably. "I just mean ... you know. Yer like the only family I got t'walk me down there but you kinda always been my only family. So yeah I gotta thank you."

The wedding date

After having been kicked out of the bridal suit so Chel could have a word with Chris, Gretchen had gone and found Jack as she'd been told, letting him know the bride was ready, and they could start at anytime. She'd have hung around longer, but there was a certain someone she'd invited along as her +1, and she was rather eager to see him.

Or, eager for him to see her.

Regardless, she went on the hunt for the handsome viking, weaving her way through the gathered folks milling about the house as they waited. Exchanging quick and simple greetings to those she knew as she passed them.

The wedding date

He wouldn't have to wait too long. Gretchen spotted him easy through the light crowd, tall as he was, shoulders as broad as his were. An instant smile touched along painted lips, and she pressed them together as she slid up behind him and lay her hands lightly on his hips.

She knew the sort of clothing Isaac had in his closet, and she knew he hadn't had time to head on leave to get anything newer. That being said, he'd done a good job of putting together an outfit that would have been more than acceptable at the sort of casual-fancy shindig the wedding was turning to be. The clothing fit him well, all his clothing fit him well, and the color of the sweater brought out the darker shades of red in his hair and the deep chocolate of his eyes.

"You clean up nice, Mr. Evenstad." She'd known he would, though in all honesty he could have been in his usual worn jeans and a t-shirt and Gretchen would have been just has happy for his company.

Altar

It wasn't so much an altar as it was a designated area in the backyard: a dead tree set before the arranged chairs. (Though what they had carved in it, the audience wouldn't see, as it faced the other way.)

Jack struck a solemn figure despite the joyous occasion, though his stern features weren't as focused on general intimidation for once. He was never one to be nervous, but on this special day, he had cause to be, well, at least a little self-conscious; it was hard not to be when there was actually an audience. And he was doing this. They were ******** doing this.

But he was Jack ******** Hawthorn, and he wasn't going to look anything less than that.

Near him, Owain exuded pride like a sun, even taller now that he was able to stand without a hunch. The cool breeze tickled his leafy beard and hair, and he couldn't help but dig his toes into the dirt and sigh. This was a Good Day.

When he received the signal, the giant leaned over and gently tapped a button on the speaker. Music began to play.

Down the Aisle

Even if this wasn't the grandest of weddings, Jason thought it held it's own special charm. Because what mattered the most was the meaning behind it, the announcement of two people's love, joining together in sweet matrimony. Chel looked beautiful in her dress, the ever boisterous hunter reduced to smiles and blushes. It was adorable.

Perhaps one day he would see this scene again, except playing the part of a groom instead, and someone else wearing the beautiful bridal dress..

There was a brief moments panic when Chel gave him the thumbs up, realizing oh s**t he had to say things now, but he heard the amused chuckle in his mind, Zanth's whispered words reminding him of what to say.

"Today we are all gathered here to celebrate the union of one Chel Craft and one Jack Hawthorn, two beings whom have shown great courage by their actions here today. For as we all face great peril in our lives, these two have fought the odds time and time again, and now come together to show that beyond all the hardship they have endured, they are still able to show they are human; by expressing their love for one another."

Entrance

"You'd look great," Max replied, prompt, sincere, and well trained. It was only after the words Monica would have expected had left him that he truly thought about what Diana had said. "You've had dresses before though, right? Just not a fancy one here, for this?"

He didn't have anything nice enough to wear to a wedding yet either.

Or a gift.

Whoops.


Down the Aisle

At Owain's prompting, Max briefly put a hand on Diana's shoulder before moving through to the backyard, eyeing a pair of empty seats in the middle of the pack. He didn't have long to wonder if there were justices of the peace or whatever on this island before the bride appeared and his mind was swarmed with a jumble of questions, courtesy of his weapon. Vowing to answer them later, while he was kept awake by the eerie silence of his basement room, he flashed Diana a small, companionable smile and gave the hunter up front his attention. The priest was a kid. Max exhaled through his nose in what might have been termed a dad sigh. They were all kids.

Entrance

Thank you," she smiled, completely oblivious to his trained answer. "But no. I have never owned a dress before. I thought about stealing one once to look pretty, but they are very hard to steal. Especially the bulky ones. So I had to pass and go without a majestic dress. Anyways this is the first occasion I've been to that would have been fancy enough for a dress."

Down the Aisle

Diana patted Max's hand gently, barely catching his sigh as she bounced a bit in her chair. She didn't care who was the priest or really about anything technical about the wedding. She was simply pleased that Chel was happy and having a good time. It was good to see that even with all the hunter hardships people could still fall in love and get married. She wanted to shout congrats to them both, but then the little priest boy started his speech. Probably wouldn't be the best of times to shout.

Entrance

"Dude, how the hell would I know one would show up?" Dawson asked, baffled by the reaction. "You got somethin' against 'em?" He was ready to lead Horace out early to take their seats.

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Down the Aisle

And speaking of. Daws was rather giddy once everyone had assembled and the music began, craning his head to catch sight of not only the bride but his best friend (whom he passed a thumbs up to) and the girls with her. Even though everything was on a threadbare budget, they really did a great job.

Beaming, he got his phone out and began to record.