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[notinthefett]

It's a good day for it. Wedding, that is. Although seventy degrees means many of the guests and participants are sweating into their formal wear.

Warren has lost the power of speech.

How you doing?

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[rebelheartalien]

Michael's here. Of course.

[notinthefett]

Of course.

Warren decides...not to hit him. A fight is not as good as a wedding.

Cheery ashen faced frozen grin in Michael's direction!

[prone_to_panic]

Archie's there somewhere. Or at least this is where he thinks he's supposed to be... He looks around uncertainly.

"Er... Hello?"

Obligatory Nervous Groom Response of Crazy. One Per Customer.

[notinthefett]

Warren points mutely, and grimly at the rest of the wedding party, and bemoans the fact that he is not drunk.

[scienceliz]

Liz is there, a smile on her face.

Obligatory Nervous Groom Response of Crazy. One Per Customer.

[notinthefett]

Warren used to smile...

And run...

And jump...

And play...video games.

[thedigitalpimp]

Mouse is there. In a suit. Tux. Thing. He has no idea what it's actually called, but it doesn't look half bad.

He's probably wherever the groomsmen are supposed to be.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's probably right around there too.*

*He looks ... different. Maybe it's just the tuxedo.*

[notinthefett]

Warren's ripping a dear burgandy napkin into shreds. When he's done he'll start on the flowers.

[thedigitalpimp]

Mouse isn't sure what one is supposed to do in this kind of situation. He's never groomsmanned before.

Also, he may or may not be studying Andrew. Something's different. Besides the hair. Probably.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley is there - preoccupied, issues abounding, but smiling like there's no tomorrow, because to fall apart at functions is Not Done.

She is very English at times.

Obligatory Nervous Groom Response of Crazy. One Per Customer.

[notinthefett]

Good brit. Good girl. Cookie?

Sorry, Warren ate them all.

Floral arrangement?