Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Not. So. Fast.
Crowley yanked James back with magic before he made it to the room. "Nope. You're attending this wedding. Now is no time for drinking away your bullshit."
I remind you this is Crowley saying this.
Calliel coughed. "Callahan, due to short notice, what do you think of being best man?"
James stood straight and stared at Calliel. "What." He blinked once. "You want me, the psycho, to be the best man at the wedding between the one angel I have any respect for, which honestly isn't saying much, and the girl I led to her death and treated like a monster since then, who I also still have some feelings for, to be the best man at your wedding?"
He gave it a thought. "Generous offer, but I'll have to decline. I lack a suit."
"Megan got me a new suit for Christmas that I refuse to wear," Lewis offered, which earned him a glare.
"I need a dress," Megan said, "or a shirt or just clothes. Eyes still on my head, Crowley. I'd hate to miss this - I've always liked weddings, for some reason."
"Women," Lewis muttered.
"I'm not the one who broke down in tears watching Titanic," Megan replied.