Lorna and Alex's Wedding -- The Reception Logs

[xp_rogue]

At Lorna and Alex's wedding, the Mansionites gather to party



It was official. She was now Mrs. Alex Summers. Lorna spent most of her time mingling with the guest that had arrived but it was time for the party to get started. Her first victim was Sooraya. Lorna didn't know the other woman well but this was a chance to make new friends - or embarrass herself completely. She hiked up her dress and walked over to her with a smile, "Sooraya, would you like to dance with the bride?"

Sooraya had to laugh. "Not like I can say no to the bride, can I?" She handed her glass to the person she'd been talking to and accepted Lorna's hand. "So... enjoying today so far?"

Lorna thought about the one guest that showed up uninvitedly, "It has been more easy going since this morning. I think the most nervous part is over. How about you? Enjoying yourself?"

"I'm having a good time. Got the chance to catch up with some people I often only see in passing, so that is good." With a grin Sooraya twirled Lorna. "So why is it that I am dancing with you and not your new husband? Instead he seems to be over there watching us." She gestured with her head to where the blond man was standing.

"It would be rude to be monopolized by just one person, plus he'll have my undivided attention at our honeymoon." Lorna smirked when she spun. "But between you and me, he keeps stepping on my toes."

"That sounds ouchy." Sooraya laughed. "So do you know where you are going for your honeymoon or is it a big secret?

"Ireland." Lorna said without a beat. "There is a popular surfer town 3 hours outside of Dublin. Apparently there are great waves right about now."

"Isn't it kinda chilly to be surfing now? I've been in Muir at this time of year and I wouldn't want to walk around with a warm coat. And you and Alex chose to go swimming..." Sooraya raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"When it is peak season for good waves, you don't question it. But we did get better wetsuits for colder climates." Lorna smiled at Sooraya. "We should be warm enough for a few hours in the water."

"Rather you then me." Sooraya shivered a tad theatrically. "But I think I've been stealing you for long enough. Looks like they're trying to get your attention over there." She gestured with her head in the right direction.

"Thank you for the dance. Perhaps when I return back we should hang out again." Lorna smiled and waved before she was pulled off in another direction.





"Goddamnit," Rogue grumbled, trying to get her dress back into place. Never in her life had she attempted a strapless gown. Even after all these years, she was still too nervous to bare so much skin, but she'd absolutely loved the dress, and had found the perfect shawl and gloves....

The only thing she hadn't taken into consideration was sweat and her ample bosom rebelling against her. Taking refuge in the bathroom, she was struggling with trying to get her dress to stay up without constantly holding her arms in front of it. After several minutes, she was frustrated. "I give up!," she called out, throwing her arms up briefly before she hurriedly reached down to pull her dress up.

A quick knock sounded and Hope opened the door, peeking around the corner. "Oh hi... everything alright here? You sounded kind of... annoyed? " She stepped into the bathroom fully as she took in the issue. "Ah... I see what the issue is."

"My boobs are too big," Rogue whined, holding her dress up. "I always thought I'd be worried about my skin wearing something like this but nope, it's my boobs." She sighed loudly. "I didn't even bring my car, so I don't have like a million changes of clothing."

"I think I can help there... just a moment." Hope quickly popped outside the bathroom and returned with a large tote in which she started digging. "Part of being a bridesmaid to be prepared for fashion disasters..." Safety pins, a small sewing kit, a toilet bag were put on the counter before she pulled out what she was looking for. "Ah, here we go. Fashion tape. Not the most pleasant thing, but it can be a savior in need."

Rogue looked intrigued. "Fashion tape? What's that?"

"Kind of like a clear double sided tape, but then specially for keeping clothes in place, so to speak." Hope pulled out a piece to show. "Just remove this liner, press it onto your skin, remove the liner on the other side and push your clothing in place." Eyeing the 'situation' critically, she added: "I'd put two or three small pieces on each of your breasts."

Rogue accepted the tape curiously. Looking around the room, she shrugged. "Alright, well, here goes nothing. Cover your eyes if you don't want to fall in love with me. I have a perfect rack." A few moments later, Rogue was pushing her dress into place and jumping in front of the mirror. "Holy crap, this stuff is amazing! Look at it! No jiggle!"

"Lift your arms for a moment..." Hope eyed the top of the dress critically. "You might want to add one bit here and here. The dress is puckering there a bit. Not entirely necessary, but it will look better."

"You're the boss!" Rogue did as told, and she had to admit, Hope knew what she was talking about. The overall look was much better, and now she wasn't as stressed out about this. "Eee, this is excellent! I don't know what I would've done without you." Putting on her gloves and shawl and she grinned. "Now you have to dance with me!"

"Let me put this bag away and we can go dance." Hope shook her head with a smile and held open the door for Rogue, before following herself.





Xavin shuffled to one side not coincidentally kind of hiding the glass of champagne behind a plant. It wasn't subtle. "Hiiiii Julian. How's it going?"

Repressing a smirk Julian nodded, "Xavin, are you enjoying yourself?" His bow tie was undone and his jacket was long gone, the older mutant had a glass of some amber liquid in his hand, with one well crafted ice cube resting against the bottom.

Well, that depended. Was he going to be all "underaged drinking noooooo?" Smiling brightly, right arm growing a bit to keep the glass hidden, Xavin said "Yes!"

Julian snorted a laugh and nearly spilled his drink, "You have a lot of talents, Xavin, but your lying needs work." With a nod at the younger mutant's expanding arm he raised his own glass, "To Alex and Lorna?"





Artie looked across at Clarice and smirked. A line of very, very small text began to scroll in front of her eyes. "You're into fashion, right?"

"How long have we known each other?" Clarice replied, her sarcasm nearly palpable, "Why? You tired of the homeless look?"

"Fuck off. This suit is cotute. Couturier. Couture. That."

"Couture," she corrected automatically, "And who lied and told you that?" It was, actually, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of being right.

"You buy it from an art student, you know they're not lying. ANYWAY," he used italics because fuck it. "Can you please explain that?" An arrow appeared next to the text.

"Nope," Clarice popped the p as she said it. "There is no explanation for that. Except maybe she got dressed in the dark?"

Artie sighed. A 'why' bubble appeared. "it's not a good look on her. she looks like she's dying."

She did look like she couldn't breathe. Or maybe it was her unfortunate choice of pearl lipstick, "You want to go tell her that?"

"hell no. do you know how ppl react to that?"

"Mmhmm," Clarice nodded, a feral grin distorting her face, "Why do you think I encourage you to do bad things? Entertainment, dear Artie. Entertainment."

"ah. well, I'm not ruining her night. I'm going to go and get a drink instead."

"Bring me back a sloe Mexican screw up a wall!" Clarice called after him.

"get your own!" the text floated away.





Rogue rushed to meet Jean in their super-secret-pre-arranged rendezvous which wasn't just an excuse to go near the bar. Nope. Not at all.

With her wine glass filled, she looked around the room, eyebrow slightly raised, cheeks flushed. It was a great wedding, made even better by the fact that her dress was no longer sliding. Of course, it made a BINGO even harder to get without it. Catching sight of Jean, she broke out into a grin. "I bet I won!"

For a moment, Jean looked disappointed, but at the last moment she smirked. "Dream on," she said, confidently taking a sip of her own Merlot as she pulled out a list.

"I got three in the first ten minutes of the reception." Which, frankly astounded her but she wasn't one to look down on her fortune.

"What??" Rogue pouted. "I was too busy crying to really look but now that I have time, see what I have?" She reached into her purse and pulled out a stained napkin. "I have intricate braids, barefoot guy who ISN'T Kyle, and three men crying." Rogue gave a triumphant grin. "I only need the first passed out person of the night, and a mutant uprising and I have Bingo!"

Jean tapped her list. "Well, I have inappropriate outfit, hoards food, intricate braids, AND got drunk before the reception," she said with an affirming nod.

She paused. "What did we consider as mutant uprising?"

"Someone bringing up mutant rights," Rogue explained. "Bonus points if it's Quentin."

Jean made a face. "Mmph. Damn, you're really close," she said. She glanced around.

"If I weren't a medical professional and trying to win myself, I'd suggest providing someone already drunk with incentive to get one of those spots. But I am a medical professional."

Rogue gave a smug look. "But I'm not. I bet I can get someone drunk enough to say Mutant Power!" She looked around the room and tapped her chin. "Wanda, maybe? Oooh, or even Kitty."

Jean smirked. "I mean the passing out part. The rest isn't Wanda and Kitty's style," she said, finishing off her merlot and grabbing a glass of champagne as she studied the crowd.

"Which person is barefoot guy who isn't Kyle? It isn't Logan, is it?"

Rogue just gave a cryptic smile. "You just can't stand losing. Chat with you later!"





Rahne had been to several weddings in her life, many because they had used the Reverend to officiate, but none had been like this. She hung to the back of the partying crowd and sipped on her sparkling cider. It had been a lovely wedding but there was a lot of ... well, everything.

She wasn't the only one hanging back a little. Despite her time at the school, Nica didn't know a lot of the adults and felt a little awkward. Then she spotted Rahne and smiled. There was someone she knew. Moving past the edges of the group, she approached the younger girl and waved. "Hey. Having fun?"

“Oh hey, Nica!” Rahne waved with her free hand. “I am though it’s always a wee bit weird when we socialize with the adults. Especially the drunk ones.” Her tone was mostly amused. “What about ye?”

"Tell me about it," was Nica's wry reply to the comment about the drunk adults. "And yeah, I guess I am. Music, food, happy people... it's a nice change."

“It is a really nice change though I keep expecting someone or something to crash the wedding and start a fight! I’m not even out of my teens and I’m paranoid and suspicious!” She eyed the nearest table of food. “Well, at least there’s cider and cake to distract me?”

"Side effect of being a mutant?" suggested Nica. "At least there's no spiders this time?" As soon as she said the words, she grimaced and rapped her knuckles gently against her head. "Knock on wood, of course."

There was a small, wolfy part of Rahne that had enjoyed the spider hunt. But it was probably bad luck for spiders to attack a wedding. “I think it’s a side effect of living here,” Rahne retorted. “Do ye really think other mutants deal with this?”

"You might have a point." Nica laughed. "I'm pretty sure normal mutants don't have magic to deal with on top of everything." She cocked her head as the music changed. "Hey, I like this song. You feel like dancing?"

“Oh, why not! Let’s live a little before the mansion is invaded again!”





Warren twirled Lorna's garter belt in hand, and glared at the bouquet in Bobbi's. "This is terrible. Absolutely terrible. I feel sick to my stomach. How dare you get the bouquet when it was clearly coming in my direction?"

"Hey, you just need to work on your jump, son." Clearly she was the better athlete of the two, or so she'd claim anyway. She clutched the bouquet in both hands and raised it up, lightly sniffing its aroma. "But you didn't walk away empty handed, so that's something."

With a laugh, Warren threw an arm around her shoulder. "Is that a cue for me to say I have the best prize at this wedding anyways?" He nudged her with his hip. "Because I'm warning you, Bobbi. Weddings make me sappy. You might be opening a Pandora's box here."

"No argument from me, but I was talking about this," she replied, sliding a finger into the garter and tugging it lightly, stretching the fabric a bit before letting it snap back. "Because you know what that means, yeah?"

He gave her a cocky grin. "That I'm getting laid tonight?"

"Besides that." Hey, they were at a wedding after all so there was already a pretty good chance of that happening later. "You, the garter catcher, are supposed to place said garter on me, the bouquet catcher. Them's the rules." At least they were at some of the weddings she'd previously attended.

Warren raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I thought I wasn't allowed to be myself around children. Did Scott die? Have the rules changed now?"

"You have to keep it PG at least," Bobbi replied with a laugh. "Maybe Lorna doesn't want that, I dunno. It's just something I've seen done before. If she doesn't, well, we can have our own little ceremony in private." She paused before adding. "The garter thing, I mean, not the whole. Y'know." Bobbi twirled her finger to gesture at the entire wedding atmosphere around them.

"Role playing is fun and all, but let's not roleplay a wedding," Warren agreed, nodding furiously. "I'm not into that kind of kink. How about instead," he said, reaching out for her hand, "let's show everyone how amazing we look together out there on the dance floor? It's not a wedding until the bride and groom are dying of envy."

"Now that's something I can get behind," agreed Bobbi, taking his hand and leading their way towards the dance floor.







Ty adjusted his tie again. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable, it was just a wedding reception. In the past, there had been far too many aunties looking at him speculatively for his comfort. Luckily, they seemed to be in short supply at this particular venue.

What he needed was a beer. So he made a beeline to the bar.

"So... are you hiding out or just taking a break?" Sharon leaned against the bar, a cold draft in her hand and her jacket draped loosely over one shoulder. "Looked like you were in a big hurry." She added with a grin.

He smiled back. "Just reliving memories of family weddings and aunties with matchmaking delusions," he replied.

Sharon signaled the bar tender to bring over another draft. "Then you can could us this." She handed Ty the beer. "So how bad were the aunties? Any success on their side?"

Ty took a deep drink, a grin on his face. "Luckily, I was too young for anything serious. Haven't been to a wedding since before I was on the streets. This-" he gestured with his glass "-makes me glad I've missed out. They would have a FIELD DAY."

"Lots of single people to match make with?" Sharon asked as she returned his grin. "Hmm, let's have a look around. Anyone you'd like to share a turn on the dance floor with?" She added, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Ty took a step back. "Now don't you start, Ms. Sharon!" He admonished good-naturedly.

"She looks like she is hoping you'll take her for a spin on the dance floor." Sharon gestured with her head to one of the bridesmaids, still grinning. "Be brave."

He tried not to be too obvious about staring, but Hope just looked so stunning, today and every day. It was wasteful, but he left his beer on the bar. "Ma'am, you've read my mind. If you'll excuse me." He tried to be casual as he left the bar to make his way to Hope.

"Atta boy." Sharon leaned back on the bar, satisfied.









Bobbi took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She was a well-trained, genetically enhanced mutant who could perform at peak human levels of agility and precision. She could do this.

The music started.

"Da-da da-da da-da DA!"

She flapped her wing-

"DAMMIT I STARTED WRONG AGAIN!" Stupid chicken dance.

She took another sip from her fifth- sixth? No, wait, was it her seventh daiquiri?- and watched to see if her dance partner fared any better this time 'round.

Rogue was actually doing the Macarena. At least, that's what she thought she was doing. In actuality, she was just shimmying her hips in a beat, not necessarily the right one. "Looking gooooood, Bobbi-O!"

"No no, that's the last part!" It was hands, flaps, then wiggle, wasn't it? Bobbi wasn't so sure any more.

Then the music changed to the "do-do-do-doooooooooo" part and they had to link arms and twirl, that part she remembered. Bobbi put her arm out for Rogue to take.

"C'mon, it's twirling time!"

Without anymore prompting, Rogue took Bobbi's arm and happily twirled. "I always feel like a princess when I go in circles. If only my dress was more twirly!"

"We can do that!" Bobbi reached down, flicking and tugging on the ends of Rogue's dress to make it twirl more. Because clearly that's how dresses work. "TWIRL DAMN YOU!"

Rogue dissolved into giggles as she lifted her hands to her bosom. "Careful, pretty! I don't think Hope's tape can withstand an epic twirling!"

"Ack! Whoops!" She let go of the dress and put her hands in the air. "I wasn't trying to release the kraken, I swear!" She paused to consider what she'd just said, hands still aloft. "Krakens? Krakenses?"

She briefly thought about calling Warren over to ask him about synonyms for breasts but then the song went back to the regular verses and her hands were actually in the right position.

"NAILED IT," she exclaimed, dancing and giggling and then giving Rogue a hug.