fifty-six shots

[echivoc]

[ filter; molotov ]

[ After God only knows how long he took to pick something out for Molotov's wedding, Cross finally decided on one particular look. Well, he had other choices in mind, but this was his number one choice right here. Now to see if the bride-to-be likes it... ]

Here you go, Molotov.




[ filter; brock ]

As your future wife's Maid of Honor, I am passing on to you the knowledge that Molotov does not want the Windrunners to come to the wedding. [ If it was not evident by Cross's tone as he dictates this, he finds this entire situation to be ridiculous. ]

Comments

Cross forever and always and for a billion years

[molotov]

I like it. Not a single frill or scrap of lace. Good work.

Molotov and a trillion years

[echivoc]

Just for you, Molotov.

[molotov]

Are you bringing anyone as a date?

[echivoc]

I am still debating who I wish to ask.

[molotov]

Who are the choices?

[echivoc]

Teresa, Isabela, Morgana, and Ino. [ lol he sure did eliminate any Windrunners from the lineup...or did he... ]

[molotov]

[ISABELA IS A TERRIBLE CHOICE, BROTHER. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

Also no Windrunners, srsly.]

I do not really know any of them. Make sure that whoever you choose dresses properly.

[echivoc]

[ HAHA LSKJDFG OKAY MOLOTOV.

Will he die if he has one of them as his date... ]

Of course.

[molotov]

[HE'S LIKE THE FOOTBALL PLAYER WHO HANGS AROUND THE SCHOOL TRAMP BECAUSE SHE PUTS OUT.

He might find poison in his champagne.]

We need to plan a menu for the reception, next.

[echivoc]

[ You're just the sweetest sister.

HAAAAAA ohgod. ]

We might as well do that now. What were you thinking of having?

[molotov]

[She'll save you from yourself.]

I know Samson will want some form of beef, and shrimp cocktail. I think there should be a pasta dish too, possibly a nice ravioli. And some third option, I have no idea.

[echivoc]

[ He will remember it for the future. ]

Do you want people to have a choice as to what they want as their main course, or will it be the same across the board?

[molotov]

People should have a choice, probably. Who knows what people like to eat? I do not want to deal with whining.

Cross forever and for always

[samson]

No. Really? This is new information.

[if you couldn't tell, he's

being sarcastic.......

................]

Brock ditto that

[echivoc]

I am simply reinforcing the fact.

[ Oh he caught that sarcasm. He in return is sarcastic, as well. ]

[samson]

[there's a pause here.]

You know what, I don't care. I'm not letting her push me around about this. They're coming.

[echivoc]

You know she is tying in you two having sex depending on whether they come or not.

[samson]

That's not surprising.

[echivoc]

So you would be fine with that?

[samson]

What, are you stupid? No, of course not. But I'm not gonna let her think she can control me with sex.

[echivoc]

No, you buffoon. And how do you plan on getting the Windrunners in without Molotov throwing the steak knives at them?

[samson]

[I'LL BUFFOON YOU]

Maybe we can put a metal detector at the entrance. And use plastic silverware.

[echivoc]

[ NOPE.GIF ]

And let me guess, sneak into her preparation quarters and take out all the knives?

[samson]

It might work ...

[echivoc]

[ ...... ]

Or you could just use whatever leverage you have on her as payback.