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[b]Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's Church[/b]
[i]SLAP[/i]

Moira suddenly found herself tensing, staring wide eyed as her partner was sent stumbling backwards - and eventually crashing as clumsily as ever into one of the pews. He didn't react much otherwise. As numb as he felt, a part of him still felt he very much deserved it.

"Ey, ey what's that for?!" she exclaimed, scowling at the cleric. It was okay when she was the one smacking him about, but she wasn't sure she really liked other people joining in. Even if she was her friend!

Either way Amy left, with Marcus excusing himself after her.

Syed gave Tom an awkward thank you as he helped him up. [i]“If you’ll sign your name here, everything will be set and done and your annulment’s done. Don’t worry, buddy. There’s always next time.”[/i]

"Ha... ha... thanks," Syed replied awkwardly. Why was he even thanking him?! He never wanted to get married! There shouldn't even be a next time!

He then looked down at the certificate, only to cringe. The music sure wasn't helping at this point, causing the guilt to pile higher and higher and higher. Not only for Amy, but also for Tom! Urgh!

Well he sure felt shitty now, putting Amy in a situation like that. He was learning more about her today than he had in pretty much the entire time he had known her so far. He looked down at her loopy, scribbly signature - as much as signatures tended to be illegible, he knew the difference between a scribble and written word. This was a scribble. The way she stared at the paper, her not knowing where to sign... she had hidden it pretty well. But in the end of the day, he could recognise that sort of problem better than most. It was like Don with his cards yesterday.

Still, he saw no reason to bring attention to it at this point. "Um... Father Tom? Tom? I uh... I dunno which you'd prefer. Anyway, she signed the wrong box. Is that ok?"

"I'll make sure it's sorted bro," Tom replied, giving him a consoling pat on the back that Syed really didn't need. Yet somehow, still appreciated greatly. Okay, maybe he did need it. He felt the weight lifting from his shoulders almost immediately.

"Thanks," Syed smiled with relief, patting Tom's shoulder in return. Then immediately feeling kind of awkward for it. He then turned back to the certificate, quickly scrawling his own signature into a box too.

Just as he lifted the pen from the paper, he froze, his eyes staring into space. He couldn't ever make up for what he had done... or at least what he thought he had done. But maybe, just maybe... he slowly looked up from his position bent over the desk to Tom. The pen slipped from his unresisting fingers.

A shaft of light had struck the priest bro, illuminating him in a divine glow.

Syed's jaw [i]dropped[/i] in awe. He was tempted to drop on his knees on the spot, but he wasn't entirely sure if he should. "Oh Lord..." he muttered, grasping his pendant. Maybe it was a sign!

"What?" Moira blinked a couple of times, a finger stuck up her nose. "What are you doing? Shouldn't we be asking this guy like, more about the night?" She turned to Lisette with a shrug.