Frank Sinatra is not shitty.
Mm... well, there's no accounting for taste, as they say.
That's what they said when I told them I was with you, too.
Lucky for you, poets NEVER go out of fashion.
He does? Sure~ where is he?
He's in the upstairs bathroom freshening up. Should be down in a minute.
Alright *plops down on a loveseat nearby to wait*
I'd like to apologize for the way I've behaved these past few days... I meant no offense to you or your future husband.
Oh! Uhm, hey don't worry about it. I'm sure you had your reasons and I don't think Aldon even noticed ^_^
::lurking in the shadows of the parlor furniture::
...wait till he tells you the other part, though.
I see no reason to bring that up.
Why not? I'm sure he'd be interested.
*adorable naive teenage look* What is it, Vivian? I'm sure it won't bother me, whatever it is....
It's nothing really. He just offered to have apology sex with your bridegroom once he'd figured out the world isn't going to end after all.
I wasn't going to tell him...
::cough:: ...I didn't accept. Thought you might want to know that.
*totally shocked and silent*
::sits next to Oliver and hesitantly places one hand on the small of his back::
*blink* *looks at Aldon* Let's get married right now.
Yeah, right here, right now *gives hima determined look*
::goggles at him in astonishment:: ::clears throat several times::
*puts his hand over Aldon's* I do.
You may kiss the... ::blush:: oh.
::ducks in for a quick embarrassed smooch::
*pulls back after a second, then ducks back in for another kiss*
::straightens up, embarrassed:: ::distractedly pats Oliver on the back while looking around to see who was watching::
Am I the only person in this house who doens't want to bone that gangly big-eared weirdo!?
Kai. Oliver's not deaf, you know.
Are you suggesting Oliver doesn't want to bone Aldon? Because I'm pretty sure he does.
No, I'm suggesting you ought not to call him a gangly big-eared weirdo in front of his ::ahem:: ladylove.
Pssh, I'm sure he'd agree with me.
That reminds me, I haven't seen Mat or Chinook all night. Are they fucking again?
Master Compton is locked in his room sleeping and writing whereas Master Chinook seems to be hiding somewhere...
Chh. That boy, always moping. ::goes to ferret him out::