[hr][hr][center][h3][color=cc33ff][b]Guin Stark[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/LX7QfPqr/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Reception
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Basic Serbian [hr][/center]	Guin rolled her eyes at Pietro. [color=cc33ff]"Bleh, Happy and Pepper made me take etiquette classes. I've done my best to erase everything related to high society, including ballroom dancing,"[/color] she explained. Her boarding school also required them to know proper decorum, as everyone there was the child of some famous dignitary, celebrity, or public figure. She knew how to walk like a princess, which fork to use first, and what sort of comments were appropriate at a dinner with state officials. With the exception of the House of M reality, she had made a point to never use that information. Rules and manners were suffocating. 	

	[color=cc33ff]"What do I want to do now... Hmm..."[/color] They had a sort of rough schedule of events. They had done the first dance, meaning everyone could start dancing now. They still had toasts and the meal and everything planned. There was the bouquet toss and whatnot. And then, once they were thoroughly exhausted of being around other people, Pietro and Guin would get to run off into the sunset for their honeymoon. [color=cc33ff]"Something spontaneous. Like... say, how about you go pants everyone at superspeed and see if Cap wears boxers or briefs?"[/color] Guin joked.

	Her smile faded as Wanda rushed over to them, saying something in Serbian where Guin only caught the word [i]here[/i] and then pulled Pietro away from her. She knew that Wanda had been on the straight and narrow for a few months now, but seeing her still put Guin on edge, her body tensing up. Guin saw Pietro's face pale and her brain went into overdrive, putting two and two together. She glanced around, seeing the shadow of a person outside of the reception area. 

	 [color=cc33ff]"God damn it, this is why we shouldn't have Wolverine do the fucking security,"[/color] Guin cursed.  [color=cc33ff]"His bones are freaking metal... What could possibly go wrong..."[/color] She walked over to a waiter, grabbed a glass of champagne and dumped it out onto the ground. Guin then smashed the glass up against the side of a table, making a makeshift weapon out of the jagged remnants. By some miracle, she didn't even cut her skin. A reasonable, logical person wouldn't have done what she did next.

	But Guin was impulsive and a bit reckless.

	[color=cc33ff]"HEY, MAGNET BRAIN! YOU WEREN'T INVITED TO MY WEDDING, SO LEAVE OR GET FUCKED!"[/color] Guin screamed, marching in the direction of the shadowy figure.  [hr][hr][center][h3][color=12ABB0][b]Neil Spellman[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3RnqLcdD/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Reception
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Neil glanced up from his hand of cards as Sara gave his hand a squeeze. He smiled quietly at her. She looked so lovely - the backdrop of a wedding only accentuated her beauty. For a brief moment, he tried to imagine bringing Sara home to meet his aunties, maybe even going back the New York Sanctum to introduce her to his parents. Would his cousin Rebecca approve of her? He hoped that she would. His family was strange compared to ordinary people, but so were the X-Men at the end of the day. And while he hadn't thought about it before, it did matter to him that his family liked his girlfriend. He'd just need to make sure that Sara's first experience with them was something more tame - certainly not Feast of Feasts...

	[color=12ABB0]"So now that everyone's played, Allison gets to judge and decide who wins. The winner gets the black card kinda like a little trophy or a counter to show how many rounds they won.... I think you play until someone has won seven rounds. And um, after Allison goes, it goes clockwise as to who'll judge next so... That'll be you, Thor. Oh and after you play a white card, you draw a new white card,"[/color] Neil explained. He admittedly was super curious to see how the game would go with Thor as the judge. Would he censor out the swear words? Would he understand most of the stuff in the deck? Neil had to guess most of the historical references would go over his head. He doubted they taught about the American Civil War in Asgardian schools... or however Thor had been educated. 

	Did they even have to go to school on Asgard? Or were they just born fighting?

	Neil's jaw dropped, hearing the bride yelling about Magneto while carrying a broken champagne glass. [color=12ABB0]"Um, so we might want to pause and... uh... Magneto is here, I think. Or Quicksilver finally drove Guin crazy."[/color]