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[b]Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's Church[/b]
At first, Moira was stuck staring in blank bewielderment at the somewhat excitable priest, his hair constantly swishing around as he spoke. And sometimes when he [i]wasn't[/i]. Wait so he got married... to AMY?! It didn't really sink in properly at first, to be told all these things they should have really known for themselves by this strange man. But with the rings, with the very noticably odd way Syed was acting and with Amy seeming a lot quieter and more irritable than even her normal self...

"Pfffffhhhhhh..." she snorted, trying to hold the laughter in - which was pretty difficult with Marcus' comments. Not for any consideration for the others. But just because she wanted to make sure she didn't miss anything.

[i]“We’ve got all of your wedding photos right here, your commemorative mugs, t-shirts and baseball caps… oh, and I posted those cards you guys wanted me to send to all of your friends and family sharing the wonderful moment with them… man. It was just beautiful, bro. I get all teary-eyed just thinking about. Was beautiful. Really, really beautiful.”[/i]

Another large arc of electricity jumped from his temples. "...Friends and family...?" he said quietly, suddenly feeling numb.

The words repeated themselves a couple of times in his head. Friends and family. His friends and family were going to see this. Somewhat stunned, he stepped forwards and picked out a photo from the box Tom was presenting to them all. Why the hell would he have ordered any of this? Although to their credit, in any other situation he would consider these photos to be very good indeed. Some of them group photos, some of them individual shots. Most of them slapped onto a stupid piece of tat.

Sure enough he was there at the centre of the photo with a massive beaming smile on his face, still wearing his smart formal wear from before. His hand was resting on one of the curvacious hips of Amy, who rather than looking at the camera had instead turned to give him a kiss just by the ear. The others were stood around them smiling away, yeah Moira did look pretty hammered but Lisette was positively glowing- woah okay Lucien and Dylan were looking a bit close there.

Syed's face quickly paled. "What sort of cards?"

"I told you bro, photo cards!"

What colour remained in Syed's face drained completely. His friends back home. His sisters. His grandmother. His mum. Oh gods she was going to kill him. Her only son getting married without telling her? And not even to a Beurvecian? She was going to be [i]pissed[/i]. And that wasn't even to mention...

...His [i]dad[/i].

"...Kill me now..."

By this point, Moira had long given up attempting to keep the laughter in - although she went about it in a much less dignified way than Marcus was. She was positively roaring, rolling around the floor in laughter with tears in her eyes. Oh gods! Shit, no, she was having all this junk. She needed it! She never knew she needed it so much until now.

Syed picked out another photo. Oooookay that one was considerably less flattering. Yeah, they all looked completely out of it in this one.

He started shaking again all over, more small arcs of electricity jumping across his body. "No... no you got it wrong..." He looked back up to Tom, his eyes once more wild with panic. "You had to have known we were drunk, right? I mean, just look at this!" He brandished the photo towards the priest. "There's no way on Ddeaer you could think we were sober, right?! I'd [i]never[/i] marry her! She's so angry all the time, and she [i]hates[/i] me! Why would I marry someone who hates me?! Why woul... why would I..."