Minuet stood at the top of the steps leading to the reception hall, watching as the Paragon fire department put out the last of the small fires the brawl had started. She leaned into Wide as he came up beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. His tux was still smoking in a
couple of places.
"Well Mrs. Heisman, we've still got the hall for a few more hours, could I interest you in a dance?" He asked.
Minuet grinned and, taking Wide by the arm, started towards the hall doors. Doors which at that moment opened from the inside, revealing two people, leaning on each other for support.
Igneous Nadir blinked owlishly as she looked around. "I think we missed the excitement." She slurred drunkenly.
Beside her, doing her best to keep the imp from falling over, Hexane took her own look at the scene. "I think you may be right." she said.
Hexane took a few steps forward to stand in front of Wide and Minuet, leaving Igneous swaying dangerously. She smiled broadly at the two and offered her hand to Wide. "Allow me to offer my congrad... congr..." Hexane paused and enunciated carefully, "con... grad... u... lay.. tions, to you both."
A slightly confused Wide shook the offered hand on pure reflex. "Um, thank you, I think."
The kunoichi smiled again and focused, with some difficulty, on Minuet. Before Min could react Hexane had lunged forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Give us a call next time you get married. Wonderful party, but we've got to go and you seem to be out of champ... cham..., rum." Hexane giggled.
Stepping back from the newlyweds Hexane collided with Igneous and the two staggered towards the street. Igneous had a puzzled look on her face. "The large amounts of alcohol I can understand, but why did she throw a bunch of dead plants at the women?"
"Oh, that's a tradition or something. Which ever catches it is the one thats going to gets married next. Something like that. Same thing as the tacky china patterns, tradition. Can you believe there was nothing worth nicking in the presents? If it had been a Japanese wedding there'd have been some cash we could have pocketed at least."
Minuet watched them make their way to street level. "Should we just let them go?" she asked.
Before anyone could reply a ninja dropped down to land in front of her. He bowed deeply, and offered a card which Wide took gingerly. The ninja bowed again and went to join his comrades who were trying to collect their drunken master and her friend.
--
People who used magic without knowing what they were doing usually came
to a sticky end. All over the entire room, sometimes.
- Terry Pratchett in Moving Pictures
couple of places.
"Well Mrs. Heisman, we've still got the hall for a few more hours, could I interest you in a dance?" He asked.
Minuet grinned and, taking Wide by the arm, started towards the hall doors. Doors which at that moment opened from the inside, revealing two people, leaning on each other for support.
Igneous Nadir blinked owlishly as she looked around. "I think we missed the excitement." She slurred drunkenly.
Beside her, doing her best to keep the imp from falling over, Hexane took her own look at the scene. "I think you may be right." she said.
Hexane took a few steps forward to stand in front of Wide and Minuet, leaving Igneous swaying dangerously. She smiled broadly at the two and offered her hand to Wide. "Allow me to offer my congrad... congr..." Hexane paused and enunciated carefully, "con... grad... u... lay.. tions, to you both."
A slightly confused Wide shook the offered hand on pure reflex. "Um, thank you, I think."
The kunoichi smiled again and focused, with some difficulty, on Minuet. Before Min could react Hexane had lunged forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Give us a call next time you get married. Wonderful party, but we've got to go and you seem to be out of champ... cham..., rum." Hexane giggled.
Stepping back from the newlyweds Hexane collided with Igneous and the two staggered towards the street. Igneous had a puzzled look on her face. "The large amounts of alcohol I can understand, but why did she throw a bunch of dead plants at the women?"
"Oh, that's a tradition or something. Which ever catches it is the one thats going to gets married next. Something like that. Same thing as the tacky china patterns, tradition. Can you believe there was nothing worth nicking in the presents? If it had been a Japanese wedding there'd have been some cash we could have pocketed at least."
Minuet watched them make their way to street level. "Should we just let them go?" she asked.
Before anyone could reply a ninja dropped down to land in front of her. He bowed deeply, and offered a card which Wide took gingerly. The ninja bowed again and went to join his comrades who were trying to collect their drunken master and her friend.
--
People who used magic without knowing what they were doing usually came
to a sticky end. All over the entire room, sometimes.
- Terry Pratchett in Moving Pictures