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that!"
"I know. But I've seen you hungover, and it's not something I want to have to deal with again," Lorne shot back dryly.
"Yeah, fair point," Dina took a sip of champagne. "But why would you organize all this booze if you didn't want me to get a little drunk?"
"What's a wedding without a bit of social lubricant?" Lorne replied. "That's why everyone always hooks up at weddings, you know. It’s the mixture of booze and being reminded of the fact that you're tragically single."
"Aw, are you feeling lonely?" Dina turned to Lorne with a half-sympathetic, half-teasing look on her face.
"I've got too much to do to feel anything other than busy."
"Shame," Dina nonchalantly replied. "I noticed Sam was looking like he needed some company."
"Who's Sam?" Lorne asked, scanning the room, trying to set her sights on anyone who wasn't having a good time.
"He's one of the groomsmen," Dina explained, turning her back on the room so she could murmur directly into Lorne's ear. "He's sitting by the window, glass of red wine, kind of burgundy suit?"
Lorne glanced across the room, trying as hard as she could not to look like she was staring at anyone. Then she saw him, he had tightly cropped slick of blonde hair, a carefully fitted suit, and his fingers drumming up against the glass on the table in front of him.
"Oh, that's him?" She nodded towards his table. "It's kind of weird, putting a face to all these names."
"You should go talk to him," Dina prompted, grinning mischievously.
"Look, just because you're getting married, it doesn't mean that you have to find someone for me to have a happily-ever-after with," Lorne scolded her playfully. "Besides, the groomsman and the bridesmaid? Do you want me to be a walking cliché?"
"Yes," Dina pouted. "And it's my wedding, so I get whatever I want."
"Tell me about it," Lorne muttered pointedly, slyly eyeing Dina out of the corner of her eye to watch for her reaction. She tried to keep a game face, but ended up grinning.
"Right, okay. I suppose I don't want one of the groomsmen sitting there all miserable for the night. So one dance, okay?" Lorne smoothed out her dress, black and white, with no halter, even if she did have to find an industrial-strength strapless bra to keep everything in place. "Anything I should know about him?"
"Um, Tom and him lived together before he met me, and I think he works in publishing or something?" Dina wrinkled up her nose. "That's not important. He's cute and you look like you need to relax."
"I'm fine," Lorne replied firmly. "Really, I'm having a good time."
Dina raised her eyebrows at her skeptically.
"Yeah, okay. Well, go and have a better one."
"But-"
"The bride decrees it to be so!" Dina cut across her before she could form any kind of protestation. Lorne shrugged, picked up her drink, and headed across the crowded room, weaving in and out of people dancing and drinking to get to his table.
"Sam?" She asked, raising her voice so she could be heard over the music. He looked up, an expectant look on his face.
"Yeah?"
"Can I join you?" She gestured towards the empty seats surrounding him, and he shrugged, looking resigned.
"If you like."
Lorne stepped past him and into one of the seats, he had picked a good spot, next to the window, where she could make out the distant water lapping gently against the beach.
"So, you're one of the groomsmen, right?" She leant across the table.
"Yeah, Tom invited me a few months ago. I've never done it before, so I'm kind of nervous." He glanced at her as he spoke, and she noticed his eyes, a deep, wooden brown, flecked with a shimmering bronze color.
"Yeah, it's my first time doing this whole thing too. I'm on bridesmaid duty, and I'm pretty much certain I'm going to trip over my dress or forget my flowers or something."
"Oh, how do you know Tom and Dina?" he asked, turning to her. "I'm trying to find the logic behind all the people they invited,
"I know. But I've seen you hungover, and it's not something I want to have to deal with again," Lorne shot back dryly.
"Yeah, fair point," Dina took a sip of champagne. "But why would you organize all this booze if you didn't want me to get a little drunk?"
"What's a wedding without a bit of social lubricant?" Lorne replied. "That's why everyone always hooks up at weddings, you know. It’s the mixture of booze and being reminded of the fact that you're tragically single."
"Aw, are you feeling lonely?" Dina turned to Lorne with a half-sympathetic, half-teasing look on her face.
"I've got too much to do to feel anything other than busy."
"Shame," Dina nonchalantly replied. "I noticed Sam was looking like he needed some company."
"Who's Sam?" Lorne asked, scanning the room, trying to set her sights on anyone who wasn't having a good time.
"He's one of the groomsmen," Dina explained, turning her back on the room so she could murmur directly into Lorne's ear. "He's sitting by the window, glass of red wine, kind of burgundy suit?"
Lorne glanced across the room, trying as hard as she could not to look like she was staring at anyone. Then she saw him, he had tightly cropped slick of blonde hair, a carefully fitted suit, and his fingers drumming up against the glass on the table in front of him.
"Oh, that's him?" She nodded towards his table. "It's kind of weird, putting a face to all these names."
"You should go talk to him," Dina prompted, grinning mischievously.
"Look, just because you're getting married, it doesn't mean that you have to find someone for me to have a happily-ever-after with," Lorne scolded her playfully. "Besides, the groomsman and the bridesmaid? Do you want me to be a walking cliché?"
"Yes," Dina pouted. "And it's my wedding, so I get whatever I want."
"Tell me about it," Lorne muttered pointedly, slyly eyeing Dina out of the corner of her eye to watch for her reaction. She tried to keep a game face, but ended up grinning.
"Right, okay. I suppose I don't want one of the groomsmen sitting there all miserable for the night. So one dance, okay?" Lorne smoothed out her dress, black and white, with no halter, even if she did have to find an industrial-strength strapless bra to keep everything in place. "Anything I should know about him?"
"Um, Tom and him lived together before he met me, and I think he works in publishing or something?" Dina wrinkled up her nose. "That's not important. He's cute and you look like you need to relax."
"I'm fine," Lorne replied firmly. "Really, I'm having a good time."
Dina raised her eyebrows at her skeptically.
"Yeah, okay. Well, go and have a better one."
"But-"
"The bride decrees it to be so!" Dina cut across her before she could form any kind of protestation. Lorne shrugged, picked up her drink, and headed across the crowded room, weaving in and out of people dancing and drinking to get to his table.
"Sam?" She asked, raising her voice so she could be heard over the music. He looked up, an expectant look on his face.
"Yeah?"
"Can I join you?" She gestured towards the empty seats surrounding him, and he shrugged, looking resigned.
"If you like."
Lorne stepped past him and into one of the seats, he had picked a good spot, next to the window, where she could make out the distant water lapping gently against the beach.
"So, you're one of the groomsmen, right?" She leant across the table.
"Yeah, Tom invited me a few months ago. I've never done it before, so I'm kind of nervous." He glanced at her as he spoke, and she noticed his eyes, a deep, wooden brown, flecked with a shimmering bronze color.
"Yeah, it's my first time doing this whole thing too. I'm on bridesmaid duty, and I'm pretty much certain I'm going to trip over my dress or forget my flowers or something."
"Oh, how do you know Tom and Dina?" he asked, turning to her. "I'm trying to find the logic behind all the people they invited,
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