#cherryxkoch

where: will and lemie's wedding reception

On his fourth drink of the evening and with even less inhibitions than usual, Bo stops second-guessing whether or not he should approach the maid of honour and decides to just do it instead.

He seizes the chance when he sees the animated man she seemed to be there leave the table she was at and gravitate towards a group taking selfies, not waiting for an invitation as he takes the newly-freed seat next to her for himself.

Mack: Good news, I’m in love again😍❤️‍🔥🧎🏼‍♂️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Mack: Bad news

Mack: Actually not bad 🙅🏼‍♂️ just borderline less good bc I’m an optimist now is we’ve never spoken and she either doesn’t know I exist or does and thinks I’m really weird but that’s how all good love stories start

Jude was still smoking more than he reasonably should, but at least he was taking his bad habits outside and not staying alone in his apartment. Was this an improvement? He isn't sure. But right now he doesn't care, cupping a hand over the cigarette he tries to light despite the cool wind, leaning against the wall of the pub.

where: will and lemie's wedding

If looks could kill, Ziggy was angling for a spot on death row with the glare he levelled towards one Bora Winters as he departed from the dance floor and Ziggy's wedding date, his audacity something he found abhorrent.

Cherry's willingness to seemingly entertain it was a close second.

He doesn't move from where he's rooted himself at the edge of the dance floor, the warmth he felt from too many champagnes doing little to combat his icy demeanour as he remains arm folded with his eyes on her now like she had something to be guilty about.

"You do realise we're at a wedding, right? Like, this is quite literally supposed to be the epicentre of love and joy and unity which you're going directly against by swaying out there with a man who doesn't need a dance partner, he needs an in-depth psychological evaluation."

Despite never having a full on direct conversation with the club owner, he had heard enough and too often about his true nature from Cherry during and after their failed something.

There wasn't enough years in a lifespan for him to ever forget how he had hurt her.

"i tried to wait, i'm sorry." layla grins up towards her best friend, a fry from her plate dangling from her pinched finger and thumb. "i was starving." okay maybe that was a little dramatic, but she was hungry. shifts were gruelling during the tourist influx and she didnt have much time to eat today. she offers a wide, grin mixed with a humoured wince. "sit, sit." she then reaches over to tap on the vinyl of the empty seat next to her.

"You too, huh?" Quincy's voice was soft as to not scare the new arrival to the gazebo. It was pouring and he barely avoided getting soaked. This person....well they weren't so lucky. "Here, won't do much but it's something," He shrugged off his jacket and offered it, though his eyes were focused on curtains of water falling around them. He hadn't expected it, if he had he would've grabbed his umbrella before taking an aimless walk through a park. "Did you have somewhere important to be?"

Ziggy: love of my life Ziggy: where in the uk is william from? is it scotland? Ziggy: would you be unable to control yourself around me if i wore this to the wedding? Ziggy: