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xp_logsBobby returns from Las Vegas with a secret to impart to his roommate. Backdated to Saturday, August 26th.
Bobby changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and made himself a bowl of frosted flakes, settling down on the couch to eat them and watch Fight Club and notthink. He and Terry had been back for a few hours, and had decided that for now they would just tell a few select people, and otherwise would just go about their lives as if everything was normal. Terry'd already told Clarice, and there was only one person at Xavier's that he could think of that he wanted to tell. Other than Scott, who was as much 'have to tell' as 'want to tell', that was.
So he watched the movie without really watching, spooning cereal into his mouth and waiting for that person.
That person happened to have just come through the door as Fight Club got to the lye scene, dog in tow. He glanced into the living room with a grin. "Hey, roomie. When'd you get back?"
"Couple of hours ago," Bobby replied, sitting up with a small smile. "Miss me?" Oh god. He was nervous. Angelo would probably be the easiest to tell, so it didn't bode well that his stomach was tightening already. He set the mostly-gone cereal on the coffee table and took a deep breath.
"You know it", he said, smiling. "But we survived. How was Vegas?"
Bobby shrugged, breaking into a rather silly grin despite the fact that he was trying to remain casual. "Oh, y'know. Saw Blue Man Group, played some blackjack, hit the buffets...got married. The usual Vegas stuff." He ducked his head and waited for the words to sink in.
Angelo stared at him, smile getting a little more uncertain. "...got married?" Please tell me you're joking.
Bobby snuck a look at him and smiled sheepishly. "...Uh, yeah. It was kind of an accident, but...there ya go."
"How do you get married by accident? I know you weren't drunk, not after last time."
Bobby shifted uncomfortably. "We went to Zumanity, and afterwards we were just walking along the strip and Terry found a quarter...we decided to flip for what we'd do next. Tails we went skydiving...heads we pretended we were going to get married." He coughed, a little embarrassed. "Only we kinda got caught up in it and actually, ah, went through with it."
Angelo eyed him, caught between laughter and smacking his head into the wall. "Only you two could get married by accident", he said wryly. "So... what're you gonna do now?"
With a shrug, Bobby got to his feet, grabbing the cereal bowl to wash it. "What do you mean? We're gonna be married now, I guess." He grinned, nearly laughing at the thought. He was married. He was someone's husband. He was Terry's husband.
His parents were going to freak.
"Well, you know", Angelo started carefully. "If that's what you want, it's what you want. But it's not the only option."
Bobby rinsed out the bowl in the sink, quiet for a minute. "I know. We could get it annulled." He turned around and grinned faintly, trying to make a joke of it. "But she is Catholic." The truth was, now that it was done, Bobby was loathe to undo it. "I love her, man," he admitted quietly, drying his bowl and setting it on the counter. "I always wanted to marry her, some day. It's just...sooner than I'd planned on."
"A whole lot sooner, by the sound of it", Angelo said wryly. "You told anyone else yet?"
"Nah. Terry told Clarice the second we pulled up, but other than that..." Bobby took a deep breath and then sighed. "We're gonna kind of keep it quiet for now, I think. I mean, Scott has to know, and--" He faltered, paling just a bit, "--and Sean."
"...Sean should be the next person you tell, man. An' then Scott. Want some earplugs for when you go talk to them?"
"How about a cell phone and a plane ticket?" Bobby suggested wryly, hopping up onto the edge of the counter. "I kinda want to be in another country when they find out. Huh...wonder if the Pixie Express would give us a honeymoon trip to, like...Australia, and then we can just call them both." He was kidding. Mostly. Kinda.
"Sure, she'd probably take you", Angelo said with a crooked grin. "But then they'd make her repeat the trip, an' you know it."
Bobby changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and made himself a bowl of frosted flakes, settling down on the couch to eat them and watch Fight Club and notthink. He and Terry had been back for a few hours, and had decided that for now they would just tell a few select people, and otherwise would just go about their lives as if everything was normal. Terry'd already told Clarice, and there was only one person at Xavier's that he could think of that he wanted to tell. Other than Scott, who was as much 'have to tell' as 'want to tell', that was.
So he watched the movie without really watching, spooning cereal into his mouth and waiting for that person.
That person happened to have just come through the door as Fight Club got to the lye scene, dog in tow. He glanced into the living room with a grin. "Hey, roomie. When'd you get back?"
"Couple of hours ago," Bobby replied, sitting up with a small smile. "Miss me?" Oh god. He was nervous. Angelo would probably be the easiest to tell, so it didn't bode well that his stomach was tightening already. He set the mostly-gone cereal on the coffee table and took a deep breath.
"You know it", he said, smiling. "But we survived. How was Vegas?"
Bobby shrugged, breaking into a rather silly grin despite the fact that he was trying to remain casual. "Oh, y'know. Saw Blue Man Group, played some blackjack, hit the buffets...got married. The usual Vegas stuff." He ducked his head and waited for the words to sink in.
Angelo stared at him, smile getting a little more uncertain. "...got married?" Please tell me you're joking.
Bobby snuck a look at him and smiled sheepishly. "...Uh, yeah. It was kind of an accident, but...there ya go."
"How do you get married by accident? I know you weren't drunk, not after last time."
Bobby shifted uncomfortably. "We went to Zumanity, and afterwards we were just walking along the strip and Terry found a quarter...we decided to flip for what we'd do next. Tails we went skydiving...heads we pretended we were going to get married." He coughed, a little embarrassed. "Only we kinda got caught up in it and actually, ah, went through with it."
Angelo eyed him, caught between laughter and smacking his head into the wall. "Only you two could get married by accident", he said wryly. "So... what're you gonna do now?"
With a shrug, Bobby got to his feet, grabbing the cereal bowl to wash it. "What do you mean? We're gonna be married now, I guess." He grinned, nearly laughing at the thought. He was married. He was someone's husband. He was Terry's husband.
His parents were going to freak.
"Well, you know", Angelo started carefully. "If that's what you want, it's what you want. But it's not the only option."
Bobby rinsed out the bowl in the sink, quiet for a minute. "I know. We could get it annulled." He turned around and grinned faintly, trying to make a joke of it. "But she is Catholic." The truth was, now that it was done, Bobby was loathe to undo it. "I love her, man," he admitted quietly, drying his bowl and setting it on the counter. "I always wanted to marry her, some day. It's just...sooner than I'd planned on."
"A whole lot sooner, by the sound of it", Angelo said wryly. "You told anyone else yet?"
"Nah. Terry told Clarice the second we pulled up, but other than that..." Bobby took a deep breath and then sighed. "We're gonna kind of keep it quiet for now, I think. I mean, Scott has to know, and--" He faltered, paling just a bit, "--and Sean."
"...Sean should be the next person you tell, man. An' then Scott. Want some earplugs for when you go talk to them?"
"How about a cell phone and a plane ticket?" Bobby suggested wryly, hopping up onto the edge of the counter. "I kinda want to be in another country when they find out. Huh...wonder if the Pixie Express would give us a honeymoon trip to, like...Australia, and then we can just call them both." He was kidding. Mostly. Kinda.
"Sure, she'd probably take you", Angelo said with a crooked grin. "But then they'd make her repeat the trip, an' you know it."
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