[img]http://i.imgur.com/ylO8F8C.png[/img]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/AXy5Xzf.png[/img]

[b]Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's Church[/b]
"You mean... it's just like that?"

Syed found himself calming down already, allowing himself a small smile once more. Well, sort of. Instead, his panic was slowly being replaced by a crippling sense of guilt. First with Amy this morning, something which still made him feel sick every time he thought about it, and now the knowledge that they decieved Tom along with his dissapointment in their decision? The smile vanished. He suddenly felt absolutely terrible about everything.

Not that he could immediately follow him to the table anyway. Moira was still rolling around on the floor in hysterical laughter after all.

"Moira!" he hissed at her, not that she paid a blind bit of notice. "Moira! Sorry, sorry... Moira!"

Luckily she managed to heave herself off the floor, staggering along with them to the desk. She made sure to grab one of the pieces of tat on the way though - a badge of all things, with her own face on it. She pinned it to her top as she walked. Moira inception.

"I'm sorry, um, Father Tom," Syed continued to bleat, reaching forward and picking up the certificate to read. "We wasted your time, I'm sorry." As much as everything was weighing down on him, his paranoia won out. He never could fill anything out without reading it then double checking it first. Unless, apparently, he was drunk enough first. Although the sheer amount of words on this piece of paper was a bit overwhelming for his poor, hungover brain.

"Awwww maaaan," Moira moaned, gesturing to Marcus to throw her one of the t-shirts. "I dunno what pisses me off more... that you two have got such sticks up your asses about this, or that I don't remember it." She draped herself across the nearest pew. "This shit sounded hilarious." She sighed. Then made a mental note to get Syed drunk more often. And not miserable drunk, like he was at Museo. Happy drunk, like he must have been last night.

A thought occured to her. Another 100 beers? So she must have already drunk 100 beers! Before she'd even ended up hitting churches! Oh hells yeah what a pro! "Woooooo I rock!" she suddenly exclaimed, which probably looked a bit peculiar to everyone else. "Man, that's something else to tick off the bucket list!"

By now Syed had finished reading and rereading every tiny detail, including taking the marriage certificate out of his pocket to make sure Tom had spelled Amy's name consistently between the two - which to be fair, he had done. Amaranth. He quietly sounded it out as he read it, the name sounding a bit foreign on his tongue. Am-a-ranth. "Really unusual name..." he muttered, mostly to himself. And no last name at all! He always figured she just wasn't telling them.

Finally, satisfied that everything was as it should be, he found himself staring at the signature box at the end of the certificate. There were a few in fact, just to make things as confusing as possible. But the main two were labeled quite clearly - one for the bride, one for the groom.

He hesitated for a moment. Why was he feeling so guilty about Tom? The guy looked like they had kicked a puppy. He wasn't going to be the one living with this! Yet... he still did feel guilty. He felt awful about it! And with the music too? [i]Damnit[/i].

He sighed, pushing the certificate towards Amy. "Here... you sign it first," he sighed, passing the pen. As much as he wanted this, he couldn't quite bring himself to be the first to sign.

A faint, slightly hollow chuckle escaped his lips. "I guess... I guess it is kind of funny. In hindsight that is..." he turned to the others, giving them all an apologetic smile.