bridge_carson | Echolls Estate [Saturday Evening]

Echolls Estate [Saturday Evening]

The ballroom of the mansion is done up in the same mostly-green colour scheme as the wedding ceremony. There's no assigned seating- unless you're in the wedding party, and then you're at the head table (unless you felt like moving around, of course, because gluing people to their seats was not part of the plan)- just several small tables around the room. Off to the side there's also a table meant for wedding gifts. There is, of course, plenty of food and drink, including the most important food-item of them all: the cake Piper had crafted exactly to Xander and Bridge's specifications.

[ooc: Reception is open for business!]

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"That's cool," Veronica said, sighing to herself at his rapid subject change. "You fixing it up yourself?"

"Sam's helping," he tapped his fingers on the side of the table, the nervous energy needing to go somewhere. "A Ford Mustang 1965 Fastback," he said, grinning just a little as he was proud of his baby.

It was good to see him smiling. "Very nice."

"It think so it's..." he paused, catching himself. "I'm not going to spend the entire evening babbling about my car at you."

"I'm just glad you're talking to me," Veronica said.

She immediately realized that it probably wasn't the best thing to say. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate."

He shook his head as he glanced down at his hands for a moment. "No, not really. I get it."

"Today's a happy day," she said. "We don't need to have this conversation now."

He nodded and stretched a little. "So who's getting married next?"

"Not me, that's for sure," Veronica said. "And apparently not Logan and Angel. Maybe Cole and Phoebe."

"Now I'm wondering if they'd go for a beach wedding too," he replied, trying not to think on it too much.

"Cole and Phoebe? Who knows," she shrugged. "Logan and Angel? Nah, they'd go for a quickie service in Vegas or something."

"I'm trying not to think about Logan and Angel," he mumbled, because there were just some things three years away didn't help with.

Veronica smirked a little. "It's hard to believe they're still together."

"Yeah, but then I've been gone longer," he pointed out.

"Oh, right."

She had a hard time remembering that.

"It makes all the marriages a bit easier," he confided.

"I can see that," Veronica said. "Of course, I can't even imagine settling down at this age. Or, you know, ever."

He thought that maybe he had at one point, but that was in another lifetime where he felt less of a stranger with most people in the room right now. "Yeah, but then who would have thought you'd work for the FBI?" he teased.

She smiled. "Very true."

"You'll do good," he said honestly. "Just don't get all power hungry," he added more teasingly.

"Who me?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Yeah, you" he shook his head and he sobered a little. "It's good to see you."

Veronica swallowed past the lump in her throat. "You too, Cam."

"I didn't mean to take so long," he said quickly, before he caught himself and rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. "How's Piper?"

"Piper's doing well," Veronica said. "Even though she's still dating Lindsey."

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