[hr][hr][center][h3][color=cc33ff][b]Guin Stark[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Reception
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy (Mental Link) [hr][/center]	[color=cc33ff]"Too bad you didn't do that, I would've had to rearrange my mental pecking order of friends,"[/color] Guin joked to Bethany. She considered her best friends to be Pietro (her husband) and Mary (not her husband). Lance was like a brother to her, although he had grown increasingly distant and he had refused to be in the wedding party. She took the stick from Iris, eyeing the Magneto pinata that Annie had conjured. She wasn't sure if it was real, but her mind decided it was real enough to at least take out some aggression and rage. 

	[color=cc33ff]"I'm fine, Daddy,"[/color] Guin said. She forced a smile. [color=cc33ff]"Pietro and I are about to start a new wedding tradition. It's called [i]Smash the Asshole[/i]."[/color] She then held out the stick to Pietro, not for him to take it but for him to also grab onto, so they could swing it together in unison. It was way more her speed than cutting the cake together after all. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Oh, this is definitely a new tradition I could get behind,"[/color] Pietro said with a smile, grabbing a hold of the stick along with her. [color=7ea7d8]"On the count of three? Or how are we doing this?"[/color] he asked her.

	[color=cc33ff]"We have a permanent mental connection, do we even need to count? Can't we just subconsciously anticipate when the other one swings? Also known as you have a way faster reaction time than I do, so if I swing you can swing at the same time before anyone notices,"[/color] she pointed out cheekily. [color=cc33ff]"And if you love this, you're going to flip for the wedding tradition I invented for this evening. It involves a [i]lot[/i] of leather."[/color]

	Pietro couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly at that. [color=7ea7d8]"Yeah but what fun is using the mental link for stuff like that? It would be more entertaining to count off or something so everyone else would also know when we were planning on hitting the thing. In case anyone gets the dumb idea to get within the back swing range or whatever."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"If they're dumb enough to get into the danger zone, then they deserve to take a bat to the face. I'll even punch them for good measure, make sure they lose some braincells,"[/color] Guin argued. [color=cc33ff]"But sure, you count us off then, okay? With extra swagger."[/color]
	
	[color=7ea7d8]"Wow Guina,"[/color] he said with a bit of a laugh, [color=7ea7d8]"Okay, on three then, one, two, THREE!"[/color]

	Guin swung the bat in perfect sync with Pietro. The stick struck the Magneto pinata and the illusionary target burst open, spilling its candy guts all onto the ground. It was probably the closest thing they would get towards actually killing Pietro's abusive father. Guin was giggling as she turned and pulled Pietro down for a kiss, one hand still on the Stick of Doom. 

	Pietro smiled when the pinata exploded, and returned Guin's kiss when she pulled him in for one. [color=7ea7d8]"Going to be blunt, that was way more enjoyable then it probably should have been, but that was a lot of fun."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Oooh, maybe we could use the bat to bust up one of my dad's cars,"[/color] Guin suggested, purposefully raising her voice so that way Tony could hear. They had too many cars anyways and violence was incredibly fun and healing! Plus, it was their wedding day after all. Maybe their honeymoon would be dedicated to smashing things all over the world. 

	[color=f7941d]"Hey no destroying my cars!"[/color] Tony responded instantly.

	[color=7ea7d8]"Yeah, too bad, that probably would have been fun."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff][i]We'll tell him Banner did it, shhh. I've been blaming the Hulk for things I wrecked since I was ten.[/i][/color] [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 as other people started to come and join their table. He didn't recognize Cass. While he was close with Carolina, he didn't remember what her sister looked like or anything like that. Tons of people at the wedding had brown hair and peach skin anyways. He wasn't really comfortable playing with strangers, mostly since strangers freaked him out and sent him down this spiral of panic and anxiety. He just sort of nodded at Cass. He dared a smile at Carolina, relieved to see a familiar face at the table, since Sara and Allison hadn't come back. He groaned internally at Lance joined. He figured it was only a matter of time before Lance didn't like how the game was going and flipped the table, sending the cards flying everywhere. 

	[color=12ABB0]"Just be gentle on the cards,"[/color] he murmured, looking pointedly at Lance. At least the elder Banner hadn't come on over to ask to play too. He then cleared his throat slightly and looked at Carolina, loosening up visibly. [color=12ABB0]"Um, well, Allison was... but she and Sara seem to busy so... I guess we can just have Thor be the card czar next, if you're up to it?"[/color] he asked the Asgardian. He didn't know if Thor would be a good judge, but Neil figured worse case scenario, it would at least be a memorable experience. [color=12ABB0]"Unless you want to, Mira?"[/color]