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Post by Samuel Michalka on Dec 19, 2012 12:05:30 GMT -6
((ooc: So pretend like this is still the 15th. I thought I’d skip the build-up and ceremony… just because… the best time for social opportunity is the reception itself.))
To say Samuel was glad when the ceremony was over was an understatement – as quite an introverted, unassuming person he hated the feeling of having all eyes on him and Gwen… mostly Gwen, he reckoned, since she did look beautiful. But she always did to him. With this thought in mind he smiled at her then, “You know, Mrs Michalka, I don’t think I’ve said how beautiful you look or how happy I am in the last ten minutes or so. Apologies, it’s terribly remiss of me,” he commented light heartedly but the smile, and sentiment, was nothing but genuine as he dipped his head to kiss her once more.
At this point, people’s attention had been distracted by their table companions, food, or alcohol, so he felt less self-conscious as he danced (a generous word for the swaying movement Samuel considered ‘dancing’) around the small dance floor with his new bride, some other couples joining them in the slow dance whilst others sat conversing at the round tables which bordered the dance floor. Though the ceremony had been fairly small and intimate, everyone who knew Gwen and Samuel had been invited to the reception held in the ballroom of a country house estate deep in the Buckinghamshire countryside and it turned out they knew a lot of people, a fact they’d only realised properly when they’d worked out the seating chart a couple of weeks ago.
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Post by Maya Patel on Dec 20, 2012 20:37:35 GMT -6
(ooc: Maya is dressed like so)After finding her seat and putting her coat down, Maya did what any reasonable person would do after having to sit through a wedding -- she made a beeline straight to the open bar. To be fair, the ceremony was more bearable than most. It was short and sweet, the vows weren't too nauseating, not being in the wedding party meant no hideous bridesmaid dress... and oh yeah, she actually liked Samuel and Gwen quite a lot and wanted them to be happy. Plus, joking around with Mason was always a laugh. He was cute and fun, neither of them were interested in pursuing anything more than some light teasing (well, as far as she knew), so what was the harm? As she strode right across the dance floor, pretty much ignoring the various couples (nothing was keeping her from her red wine, okay) she punched Samuel lightly on the shoulder. "Congrats, bud. Good job not tripping down the aisle," she whispered quickly, grinning impishly before queuing up at the bar.
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Post by Mason Mitchell on Dec 21, 2012 17:28:26 GMT -6
((ooc: Assume he actually bothered to shave/scrubs up quite nicely, like this.))Whilst he waited for the barstaff to return with drinks for him and Maya, he leaned on the bar and then nodded as Charlotte spoke, "Well, love, yeh were marvellous, yeh look lovely as always, an' if yeh'll excuse me, I've finally relocated Maya. See yeh later, darl," Mason said as he took the two glasses and nodded his thanks to the barman. Locating Maya punching the groom on the shoulder he made a beeline for where she was headed- namely the back of the queue which had grown considerably in the last couple of minutes. He cleared his throat to get her attention, "Ahem. Red wine for madame?" Mason offered as he intercepted Maya, holding out the glass he'd got for her, "I made a beeline for the bar whilst I was chatting to Charlie," he explained his haste in retrieving alcohol before taking a sip from his own glass. "Yeh found our seats, yeah?" he checked, moving back towards their table, "So... come on then, what's the most inappropriate dress yeh've seen so far?" he asked, looking around the room in the pretence of searching for someone when in fact he was just scanning for contenders. "And the mutton dressed as lamb award goes to... stage right, near the big window," he murmured under his breath to her with an amused chuckle as he anxiously tugged at the knot of his tie to loosen it more comfortably. "I can't believe yeh got me in a penguin suit, love, even though booze and piss-taking was an incentive," he admitted and then gasped jokingly, "Oh an' yer amazing company, o' course," he added, inclining his glass to her light-heartedly.
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Post by Maya Patel on Dec 22, 2012 1:05:03 GMT -6
"Oooh, red wine, where've you been all my life?" Maya laughed as she reached for the glass. "Hello to you too, Mitchell. You're drawn to the bar like a magnet, aren't you? Geez, whose Nan did you have to trample to be first in line?" She lifted the glass to her lips and drank slowly but steadily, glancing up at Mason through her long eyelashes. "Looks like we're sat with the rest of the boring government folk, sorry."
She followed his line of sight to the woman stood by the window before feigning deep offense. "Uh, that's our Chief of Staff. Try to show a little respect, Mitchell," she deadpanned, keeping her insulted act up just a little too long before grinning slightly to show that she was just kidding. She then closed her eyes and held her hand to her heart at his comment, clinking her glass with his. "Nice save, cheers for that. Is that a different jacket than the one I last saw you in? Two suits, wow. Color me impressed."
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Post by Radhika Kumar on Dec 26, 2012 22:36:29 GMT -6
Radhika wandered around the room, waving to people and mingling. Her 'plus one' was none other than her son Jai, who had spent the entire ceremony and part of the reception providing running fashion commentary, like a tiny thirteen-year-old Gok Wan. He'd since moved on to trying to convince his mother to let him have wine for the occasion. She sighed. "Oh sweetie, you know I love you, but no one is going to believe you're old enough to drink, for many many reasons... not the least of which is that it would make me muuuuch older than I am entirely comfortable with..."
Radhika laughed and patted him on the shoulder, handing him a glass of coke from the bar. "Oh hey you!" she exclaimed at a person she recognized, all the while pulling lightly on the back of Jai's pinstriped jacket to keep him from attempting to sneak back over to the barman.
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Dec 27, 2012 13:34:38 GMT -6
Clearing his throat purposely, “Well, well, I hope you’re not trying to trick the barman into giving you alcohol, Mr Kumar!” David exclaimed in his best ‘stern teacher voice’ as a means of greeting before smiling at the boy’s mother, “Hi Radhika, you look lovely, is this little terror behaving himself? I overheard him talking about the choice of attire for the bridesmaids and bride,” he remarked conversationally, pausing to tap his nose knowingly at Jai before his attention returned to Radhika herself and he took a sip of champagne from the flute he held.
They’d met last year at another wedding, ironically enough, plus Radhika being Rose’s best friend meant David knew her by default thanks to Rose’s many stories which always included her. David’s best friend, meanwhile, had stood nervously awaiting his beautiful bride in that church whilst he himself stood right beside him and tried to calm him down with a joke or two – it had worked, to an extent. Now, David had to stop himself from anxiously loosening his tie or unbuttoning the fancy waistcoat that matched the groom’s and other groomsmen’s and make do with simply shrugging off the suit jacket that accompanied it and rolling up his shirt sleeves. He also had to stop himself from reverting back to a child’s state of mind when it came to weddings, namely spending the remainder of the day running about the dance floor excessively hyper. Where childish spirit might have done that previously, it was more champagne that went into that decision now he was 40, a fact which made him a wee bit depressed as he considered how little he had to show for his 40 years but he tried not to let it show and so ruin his best friend’s big day. Plus, he'd need to be suitably jocund later when giving his best man's speech.
((ooc: Sorry he's a bit terrible... but at least I've unabandoned poor David!))
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Post by Mason Mitchell on Dec 27, 2012 13:56:33 GMT -6
“Oh I see, so yeh only want me fer my wine-fetching abilities, eh? That’s how it is, I see,” Mason nodded, his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed as though he’d figured out her game plan before he dropped the act and smiled, “Can’t say I blame yeh, s’not bad, this wine,” he admitted, taking a rather large sip of it as if to prove this fact. “Like a magnet, I know, it’s terrible. I just have this constant need to be behind a bar at best or carrying glasses of alcohol at the very least, it’s a sickness, an addiction. Don’t think less of me, darl.” Then, raising an eyebrow carefully as he looked down at her he snorted, “Hmm ‘boring government folk’, you say? Hey, you said it, love, not me.”
Fixing her with a disbelieving, unimpressed looked as she seemed deeply offended by his suggestion, he folded his arms challengingly and made it fairly obvious he didn’t believe the woman was truly their Chief of Staff. As Maya smiled, Mason chuckled in amusement, shaking his head at her, “Yeh very almost, nearly, had me… but I did say I’d bring my A game,” he reminded her with a cheeky wink. Clinking his glass with hers he inclined his head in a faux somber, respectful manner, “I know, smooth, right?” he joked. “Cheers for that. I happen to own four suits I’ll have you know. Have I truly surprised and, though you’re loath to admit it, truly impressed you now, Ms Patel?” he asked her, his tone becoming more serious and arguably a tad flirty as he met her gaze over the rim of the wine glass he raised to take a sip from it.
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Post by Radhika Kumar on Dec 27, 2012 18:09:35 GMT -6
(ooc: Outfit!)Jai drew himself up to full height (which wasn't much), put his hands on his hips and looked his Muggle Studies teacher up and down critically. "Waistcoat. Classic. I approve." He 'subtly' prodded his mother closer to the professor, thinking that the two of them hooking up could only mean good things for his grade prospects. Jai then motioned to his best friend Lucy, a bored-looking blonde girl sat between her parents, two Ministry officials having a serious conversation with their table companions. "Mum, I'm going to Lucy's table to reconvene and compare notes. We're planning her wedding to mega-hottie Nick Paladino," he informed his mother (never mind that 'mega-hottie Nick Paladino' was a sixth-year Quidditch star completely unaware of either Jai or Lucy's existences) before sprinting off to find his friend. Radhika smiled and waved her son off before turning back to David. "I hear he gave you a list of television programmes to show in class for the 'essential' understanding of Muggle culture. Um... sorry," she laughed. "Though I'm torn, to be honest. Too much TV isn't great for his education, but I'm terrible at holding back spoilers for stuff he can't watch while he's away at school." She paused to sip champagne. "Soooo everyone's getting married, huh?" Radhika said, thinking of both the last time they'd met and the future wedding of Rose and Geoff, which they'd both surely be a part of as well. Radhika was looking forward to it, but knew that her friend needed time and space to deal with her loss, and that it wasn't exactly the most pressing issue on her mind right now. "Be thankful you don't have a closet full of satin bridesmaid dresses you'll never wear again."
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Post by Maya Patel on Dec 28, 2012 10:41:20 GMT -6
"It's one of the qualities I judge for in my first-choice backup date, sure," Maya deadpanned. "There are other criteria... depending on how the evening unfolds," she added vaguely, shrugging as she sipped from her glass. She then glanced over at the table full of her co-workers and waved her hand around. "I should know, I'm one of them. Aside from Samuel, we don't have much in common outside of work, so that's all we ever talk about. Still beats Ben breathing down my neck all night," she pointed out. While Jenny had been invited to the wedding, Ben had gotten out of it due to a contest his show was putting on that night. Whichever intrepid fan could stand around gripping a broomstick (not a euphemism) the longest won both the new Nimbus and season tickets to the Quidditch team of their choice. It sounded like fascinating radio, really.
"Touché." Maya raised her eyebrows and smiled very slightly, remembering how she told Mason to bring his A game. She made eye contact with him over the rim of her glass before quickly glancing away, straightening her posture. "Alright, alright, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Loads of people have suits. Funeral directors. Silvio Berlusconi. Bono." She then jumped back as a pair of small children chased each other around the dance floor, one of them wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
"Uggggh, literal snot-nosed brats," she muttered under her breath.
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Dec 28, 2012 18:25:54 GMT -6
It took a second for David to bemusedly shake his head at Jai, "Uhh thanks. I think?" he posed this as a question, looking to the boy's mother for clarification that he wasn't, in fact, being sarcastic. "Oh, now then, you ought to tell Lucy she could do a lot better than Nick Paladino," he advised lightly, "Besides, he's the type to like a quick, registry office affair, otherwise it'd affect his undoubtedly precious Quidditch practice time, you know? Something to consider," he continued jokingly and smiled as Jai spun away to save his friend Lucy from being stuck between adult conversations.
"Ah, don't worry about it," David brushed off her apology good naturedly with a dismissive wave of his free hand, "I'm guilty of almost accidentally blurting out spoilers to most telly programmes, something about the mile-a-minute uh 'teaching style' I have. Otherwise known as foot-in-mouth syndrome. But Jai is good, he keeps me in line in lessons so I don't spoil everything. That's an amazingly sure, confident son you have there. You must be so proud," he concluded with a warm smile.
"Don't remind me, I feel like I'm the only pathetic one without responsibility or commitments. I'd say it's an arrested development thing but, at this point, I'm more inclined to delude myself that I am fine and it's just everyone else that's crazy by getting married," David suggested, taking another sip of champagne as he looked down at Radhika in a faux solemn manner. "Be thankful you don't have far too many unforgettable memories of awful, messy stag dos. Just the memory of it makes me feel that morning-after headache again, which is why - and this is strictly as regular old David Carlyle, not Professor Carlyle of Hogwarts you understand - I should never be allowed alcohol in copious amounts."
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Post by Radhika Kumar on Dec 28, 2012 22:36:19 GMT -6
Radhika silently watched her son squeeze himself in between Lucy and her stern-looking father, and immediately start chatting up a storm. "Oh dear, he's inherited both my loquaciousness and my taste in men. By which I mean distant, unavailable jocks, and not... you know... sixteen-year-olds. Oh God, I'm just going to shut up and drink now. Good idea? Yes? Yes? Okay!" she exclaimed, diving into her glass.
"Oh my god, totally! I have equally strong feelings about Downton Abbey and RuPaul's Drag Race. What am I supposed to do, keep them to myself?!" she blurted out before letting David actually finish his thought, which was actually quite a nice comment about her son. "Aww, thanks David. That's really sweet of you," she said quietly while prodding him in the shoulder lightly. "I think... school is rough for him sometimes but he's brave like that, always has been. Jai is going to be Jai and he won't let anyone take that away from him."
Radhika snorted suddenly. "I... wasn't exactly planning to have that kind of responsibility when I was nineteen. Obviously I'm so glad I did because Jai is the best thing that ever happened to me... okay, this is coming out wrong. That kind of responsibility and commitment is inside of you somewhere and it'll come out if you need it, is what I'm trying to say," she paused to take a breath, "But seriously, by the time my kid is all grown up and independent, all of my friends are going to be married with babies. I need single friends to have fun with during my second wind, okay?!" She stared wide-eyed at him, as if expecting a promise to keep her company during Radhika's Twenties: Part Two.
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Dec 31, 2012 8:12:01 GMT -6
Raising an eyebrow steadily as Radhika ended up digging herself into a hole, David then let out a hearty laugh as she chose to dive into her glass to stop herself from talking, “I’m like that too,” he commented good-naturedly and then his eyes widened, “The not-shutting-up-and-so-making-everything-sound-terrible I mean, not the lusting after sixteen-year-olds or distant, unavailable jocks for that matter! Heeeey look, alcohol… brilliant!” he exclaimed, following her lead and downing the remainder of the champagne as though his life depended on it.
“I know, it's like... I'm fairly certain that, at times, I care more about Matthew and Mary than politicians or celebrities or actual people. Huh. I think I may be too emotionally invested in Downton Abbey,” he informed her in a somber, serious tone which he absolutely meant, it was only 50% for comic effect really. “RuPaul’s Drag Race is one I’ve never watched. Do you think it’s my thing?” he asked lightly with an amused grin, waving his hand to dismiss the idea of keeping feelings to oneself, “Pff, who needs to keep their opinions and feelings to themselves, that’s not the point of television programmes, you’re supposed to explode with ‘Oh My God’s and ‘Canyoubelievethatjusthappened’s. The Internet’s a great place to do that, just saying,” he leaned down to murmur the last bit quietly as though informing her of something entirely more illicit, winking mischievously to complete the act. Straightening up then he smiled shyly as she talked of Jai, “Not sweet, no, I was just being honest,” he shrugged simply, “You’d never know he had a rough time of it at all if you’d just met him, he’s one hundred percent, no one million percent more confident that I ever was at Hogwarts… and possibly am nowadays,” the man added jokingly.
Backtracking slightly he shook his head, “Oh no, I wasn’t suggesting anything about you in particular or-” he started to apologise but then abandoned it to instead smile shyly as he listened to her talk about children, “Yeah, that responsibility is buried deep somewhere. Don’t get me wrong, I love kids, would I be a teacher if I didn’t like being around young people? Well, possibly. But, point is… my siblings’ kids are great and I love looking after them but it’s also quite nice to be able to give them back at the end of a stressful day of chasing them around, you know?” Then he nodded enthusiastically, “Ooo okay, I like that, I can work with that. In fact, that can be my excuse next time my dear old Mum asks why I’m still not married or having a kid with someone… ‘oh mum, not to worry, I’m keeping my promise to stay single and responsibility-free so I can have fun with Radhika Kumar when her son’s old enough for her to have her second wind’. That’s gonna go down an absolute treat with my Mum,” David chuckled at the thought.
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Post by Mason Mitchell on Dec 31, 2012 11:34:16 GMT -6
“Oh? Yeh can’t just leave a man guessing like this… what other criteria might that include?” Mason prompted in a faux-curious way that was mostly just suggestive, but with a hint of mischief under the surface, topped off with a pleasant, perfectly innocent smile. Following her gaze to the table of her co-workers he shook his head insistently, “Hey now, don’t say that. I’m sure yeh have lots in common with uh- okay fine, I’m not gunna try argue that ‘cause, frankly love, I’d prefer it if yeh didn’t fit the stuffy, bureaucratic, political type. So what’s so special ‘bout Samuel that yeh don’t include him in that boring number?” he asked.
Disappointed slightly by his friend’s non-appearance, “Is Ben not coming like? Aww, man, Jens is coming on her own? We’ll have to make sure to say hey so she’s not all alone without friendly faces,” he suggested offhandedly, scanning the room as if to find the redhead right then amongst the mass of people congregating in the ballroom.
He didn’t miss the eye contact, in fact a small smile grew on his lips then as their gazes connected for the briefest of moments. Sniffing slightly and turning away at her comment, “True, very true. But I argue that Bono should’ve came first on that list, I mean, he’s a lot cooler than a funeral director. And yeh gotta admire ol’ Silvio, somehow he’s still got a way with the laaadies,” he joked easily. “Point is, I resent that, I’m makin’ an effort here for yeh, darl, I didn’t want your first second-choice-backup-date to embarrass you with a substandard outfit,” Mason pretended to be seriously affronted by her brushing off him suiting up for the occasion before disgust at children overwhelmed it all.
Not being able to help but chuckle as he observed Maya’s disgust he asked, “Yer not likely to be wanting kids anytime soon then?” as a joke about her distaste for children within, oh, a mile radius of her person. “How do they have so much bodily fluids all the time? It’s almost impressive… were it not fer the fact they like to wipe it on every surface imaginable,” he concluded with a sip of his drink.
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Post by Gwen Myles on Jan 2, 2013 11:31:03 GMT -6
((ooc: Sorry it's been forever, holidays! And also that this is rubbish hehe. Gwen is wearing a wedding dress like this)) Gwen was covered from head to toe in a floor length old lace gown synched in at the waist by a silver ribbon. “I accept your apologies,” she beamed up at him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she leaned into his kiss. In high heels their visible height difference wasn’t such a hindrance. She didn’t need to stand on tip-toes to kiss him. “Say that again,” she asked him of Samuel calling her Mrs Michalka. She couldn’t get over the fact that she was finally Samuel’s wife.
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Post by Samuel Michalka on Jan 2, 2013 13:01:11 GMT -6
Samuel’s smile grew, something which seemed impossible yet was so, as Gwen replied by wrapping her arms around his neck and accepting his apology. Tightening his hold around her waist as he leaned in to kiss her he then added, “Good, I’m glad you accept it when I apologise, stands me in good stead for the rest of our marriage,” he joked easily with her in a hushed tone as they swayed almost imperceptibly slowly across the dancefloor.
“Say what? How beautiful you look? How happy I am?” he enquired, teasing her just a little bit because he understood perfectly well what she wanted him to repeat and he would never tire of repeating it. “Seriously, say what… Mrs Michalka,” the man continued lightly, his smile becoming a soft chuckle then and he shook his head slightly, “I know, I can hardly believe it, we finally made it here and I can finally call you the Missus!”
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