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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"Cufflinks. Beach. If I'd lost them which I didn't, it'd be totally understandable."

Parker paused, took a gulp of her champagne, and pointed to Bridge. "Okay. So, you're cleared on the cufflinks. What exactly *did* happen?"

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Xander didn't stall. He temporized. There's a difference. "What did Bridge tell you happened?"

"Apparently I shouldn't take souvenirs off psycho pre-adolescents when I help kick their asses?" Parker shook her head. "Who and why, but not what and how."

Xander shrugged. "She draws monsters to order."

"Oh, ack. And sent one after you?" Parker snagged another glass of champagne. "So the plan was to ... what, keep you until someone brought back Cindy Sunshine? I can't believe I remember the doll's name."

Xander thought about it for a second as he reached for his own glass. "I don't think it was a hostage situation. She was just pissed; she wanted to get back at Bridge."

"Are you okay?" Parker looked at him a little more closely. "I mean. Seriously. You just got married to your guy, you're not bleeding, so I figure overall you're fine. This didn't freak you out too much?"

"I'm good." He took another sip, then leaned back in his hair and lowered his voice. "She messed with my head a little, yeah. But wow did she pick the wrong things to try and make me believe."

"Bitch. Bitch-ette." Parker looked contemplative, and rolled her glass between her fingers. "But not convincing, yay? Not likely stuff? Evil villain over-reaches and over-reacts?"

"Something like that." A little.

Parker cocked her head at him, then decided not to push him for details. Tonight was about celebrating, after all. "Then we've got one more thing to drink to, in addition to you guys' happiness. In a way, it's kind of a good omen, that you already defeated yet another bad guy - tween-ager - before it even got started."

"Possibly not putting 'Defeated a 10 year old' on my resume, though."

"Well, sure. We talk these things up. 'Evil artistic genius' works better." Parker grinned and raised her champagne glass. "Here's hoping the rest of your marriage goes smoother, but has the same outcome?"

Xander raised his as well. "No monsters and free cake? I'll drink to that."

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