#kaos:wedding

     ARLO HAS KNOWN the sheridans ever since he came to kaos for the first time. in fact, he had worked on and off at the bella donna hotel when he first got here, before landing a more permanent gig elsewhere. besides his art, which isn’t nearly as lucrative as arlo would hope, arlo has taken a liking to his career in hospitality— he’s rather good at it, too. he loves talking to people and listening, and having been in kaos for close to two years has given him a plethora of suggestions as to where tourists should venture to. nonetheless, he finds himself lending a helping hand at sophie and lisa’s wedding, standing off to the side and running around if needed. now, of course, he’s leaning behind the makeshift bar at the reception, a jar of cocktail cherries in his hand as he slowly stirs it around and watches people slow dance. he notices the other standing not too far from him, doing precisely the same thing: watching. arlo smirks.

florian has barely seen sophie or lisa once or twice, but he is surprisingly close to miss donna sheridan. or kinda close. the woman is basically a local legend and she had rescued florian from his drunken adventures once or twice. basically a mother figure for all the locals, flo was grown to love her and so he is thrilled to be here celebrating her happiness, and her daughter’s happiness.

florian doesn’t really like to talk about it, but he loves weddings. a celebration of love, lovers marking the beginning of the rest of their lives together. even if they might end up in divorce. selling the fantasy is what matters. and tonight, tonight looks like a fairytale. the backyard of the hotel is illuminated by little lights on the trees, there’s flowers everywhere, people drinking and dancing, laughing and kissing. 

florian grabs a glass of wine and sits on a nearby bench to observe his surroundings. he sighs in contentment before turning to the person next to him.

        𝑴𝒓. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒏         𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚         𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓         𝑺𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎-𝑳𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉

                                                                       𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒆,                                                                             𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐'𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌                                                                                    𝑨𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒔 𝑰𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒍                                                                                                 𝑲𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒆

                            𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍   

                                            𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭.

˟ ✶ ━━  though they had met only a week at most ago, gwen already considered donna sheridan a friend, so much so that she had not passed up her invitation to her daughter’s wedding. but as much as gwen liked celebrations, she always enjoyed them the most when she had company. there was a notorious difference between celebrating alone and doing it with a crowd ( as small as said ‘crowd’ were to be ). and gwen just so happened to fit the word ‘gregarious’ in each and every single one of its aspects. there was only so much one could do to entertain themselves, and themselves alone. 

   now at the wedding, gwen ---- very in-character with a drink in hand ---- sought a familiar face in the sea of guests. she gravitated toward those who struck her with the most familiarity. upon spotting beau, she made her way toward him while waving. her smile widened, as it often did in his presence. 

   “isn’t this so fun?” this was most likely her usual self speaking, with of course the assistance with a couple glasses of wine. “i heard the dessert table is impressive, but i’ve yet to go over and check it out. bummer, right? how’s the wedding treating you?”