vdistinctive | At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday

The colors from the previous days were still holding, if maybe slightly more muted, Fandom's magic slowly fading but still managing to hang on for another day.

Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.

Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.

A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.

Looks like it was time to begin.

[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]

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"Hey," she said, looking him over. "Look who got all dolled up. Trying to outshine me, huh?"

Look, she knew Dante's preferences for dress and appreciated the effort he'd put in for this, dammit.

"Trying to compliment you," Dante retorted, grinning brightly. "You're one of the, like, not-them stars around here."

"Well, I think you look amazing," Kathy said, leaning in to steal a kiss. "I was gonna ask if the corset is maybe a little too risque for the wedding reception of my own dad, but you miiiight not be the most neutral party to ask."

"I mean, I'm into it," Dante volunteered.

"I'm going for, like, stealth hot. Boardroom hot. You know, where you go in for a meeting about quarterly reports and then end up getting throws against the wall and breaking the projector," Kathy said, grinning.

"Coulda gone another inch shorter on the bottom side," Dante said thoughtfully, "But I'd go for it. Maybe swipe away the blackboard too."

"The blackboard?" Kathy asked, looking down at herself, in case that was something about her outfit.

Sigh.

Dante made an amused noise. "You could also go for school teacher," he said. "But I meant like... whiteboard. Corporate thing. They have those."

Kathy laughed, tugging him over for a kiss. "You nerd," she said, giving him a kiss. "You just wanna be hot for teacher."

Okay, that wasn't his kink at all, but she could see him going for 'sexy teacher' over 'sexy businesswoman' in a heartbeat.

...In some dimension, there was a Kathy who was a lawyer who maybe had a thing or two to say about that.

"Fuck teachers," Dante said heartily. "You in that outfit, though? Hot."

"If I become a teacher, you will be," Kathy said, grinning at him.

Did she want to be a teacher? Who knew! Certainly not her. But the point still stood.

Dante stuck his tongue out. "Whole new meaning to sticking it to the man, I guess."

"Please," Kathy sniffed, nose in the air. "The man never looked this good."

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