[Have an eyebrow, Darcy. He's not so busy freaking out that he can't take a moment to be offended by the fact that the thought of being married to him is so horrible you can't even comprehend it]
What? Stop making that face. Why are you mak- [ She moves her hand to poke him in the cheek when she spots the ring.] Ohhhhh. Oh. Well holy shit. [ She glares at him, because while she realizes she may have offended him she's totally going to blame him for this one.]
[He wiggles his fingers contemplatively, eyeing the ring. He has no idea where it came from but it's actually pretty nice] So yeah. That happened, apparently.
[ Looking over at her own ring Darcy glances between him and their matching set.This is why we shouldn't be allowed together without adult supervision. [ At least it's Tony though and not some random ass stranger.]
Yeah, probably [He's pretty much in agreement that neither of them really count as adults] Ohhhh there's gonna be so much paperwork. Pepper's gonna shout. A lot.
[He winces slightly at the word 'married' - or possibly the squeak, which was way too high-pitched for this level of hungover - and scrubs a hand over his face] Yeah, I'm...not even gonna pretend I have any idea what to do now.
[ Hiding her head in his shoulder Darcy makes a low sound that sounds either like a growl or some strange whine.]They are all going to kill us when we get home.
Very good. [Rolling over and away from him slightly she sits up, making sure to take the sheet with her. Once her head stops spinning she plans to find her glasses.]
[Following her lead he sits up slowly, yawning. Spotting his cell on the bedside table he grabs it, and groans when he sees the time] Oh god, it's way too early too be dealing with this.
...also apparently I drunk-dialed Steve last night. Kinda hope we weren't inviting him to the wedding.
[ Rubbing the sleep from her eyes as well as she can, Darcy grabs her glasses from the nightstand, and gives him a look from over her shoulder.] If you asked him to be the best man or the maid of honor we are never living this down.
[There's a slightly worried sort of pause, because...yeah, asking Steve to be a bridesmaid or something is the sort of thing he could absolutely believe of himself] Oops?
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Oh.
Well holy shit. [ She glares at him, because while she realizes she may have offended him she's totally going to blame him for this one.]
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...also apparently I drunk-dialed Steve last night. Kinda hope we weren't inviting him to the wedding.
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