[It had been a while since Tina had stood in a room with many of these people. She hadn’t been close with many of them, basically just the bride, but the bride had very much been the social butterfly during college. There had to be at least fifty people here that Tina recognized, but didn’t really know. It was surprising to see how many had coupled off since graduating, acting all lovey-dovey and doe-eyed, and of course serving a reminder as to just how un-coupled she was right now. It didn’t help that she spotted a familiar thatch of blonde hair from across the room, talking to one of the few people she didn’t recognize. Groaning, Tina made a beeline for the nearest waiter and grabbed a glass from their tray. It was going to be a longgg night.]
Ugh. Weddings. They were real low on the list of things Sam actually enjoyed, nestled somewhere between singing competition shows and doing his taxes. At least they came with booze, the saving grace of any function where he was forced to interact with people from his past. He was pretty sure they were only invited because damn near everyone they hung out with at college were, but that’s because both the bride and groom had a huge social circle. Sam drained the whiskey sour he’d been nursing for the better part of an hour after being trapped in a conversation about someone kids, and turned to the bartender to order another. He excused himself from the circle, fresh drink in hand and practically sprinting to get away from having to care about pictures of babies looking like they’d rather be anywhere than where they were. Same, kid. “Hey,” he greeted, spotting Tina a little ways away from the small crowds of people that gathered all around the room. He nodded at her drink and lifted his own in a cheers before taking a sip. “Seems like we’ve got the right idea. Alcohol and avoiding.”
