Nice Day For A Slightly Off-Colour Wedding [Open to Balkans]

[Nicoleta]

Sashaying as the folds of her dress tailed behind her, Nicoleta eased past a throng of people with a painted smirk on her lips. A red-faced, blindly guffawing man took a step back, yet before he collided with her, she gave him a sturdy shove to get him out of her path. She was riding on the ribbon of 'no fucks being given'.

That woman probably hated her; fantastic, there was no greater excitement than to be hated. She loved the thrill of it, the drama, the flare, and the possibilities of antagonizing them until contentment. Needless to say, though, it was no astounding victory. It probably wasn't even worth her time to pull such an antic, to two strangers over a petty accident, no less. With that, her exuberance began to fade away, as if the previous event was just a common happening.

From the distance, she spotted a familiar man, his brown hair flushed with a golden hue from the spill of light. She felt something in her chest, which annoyingly made it hard to breath for a second. Nicoleta disregarded it with a grumble, and then ambled towards his direction. Who invited him? Fuck, they really did invite all of the Balkans.

She almost felt a little bad. Nicoleta had been on the edge about inviting him to go with her. Given the nature of the couple to be wed, she had an inkling that dangerous things might happen. Judging by the flow of this glamorous nuptial, the worst might just be a drunken fist-fight. Since this was a Balkan wedding, the worst was surely to come.

Well he has muscles. Might as well put them to use.

Nicoleta skulked around Heracles, and maneuvered herself so that she was facing his back with hers. One, two... Whoops! She most definitely brushed his ass, and who could say it was not an accident? She has been so terribly clumsy lately.

"I'm so sorry," she said sweetly, waiting for him to turn around to greet him with a mischievous grin. "I promise I didn't touch it on purpose."

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One second he was up and fine, looking around for what’s-her-name in the most tightly squeezed crowd he had ever been in, and on the next second, sitting on the floor with a vague ache on his butt. He also noticed his chest was wet, and the glass he had gotten just now, empty. The bloody champagne had spilled all over his clothes, and Andrei sighed heavily. It wasn’t so much that he couldn’t afford the cleaning service now, but it was such a hassle having to take the tux to the laundry.

Andrei had had a few drinks, just tipsy enough to pout at the stranger offering his hand. The boy took it, if anything to keep from trying to get up on his own and possibly embarrass himself more (not that it had been his fault, but even when one cannot help their situation, falling on one’s butt is never a pleasing experience). “Thanks, I guess.” With a sigh, the surprise-driven-anger faded. No use getting mad at the man who had probably just dropped something on the floor. “Well, are you alright? Hm, sorry about that and all.”

Once he was up, Andrei put the empty glass on a nearby waiter’s tray, also pulling a couple of napkins to at least try and get most of the drink off him. From the corner of his eyes, Andrei could tell the man was pulling an effort not to laugh, to which Andrei replied with a shy smile. “I suppose that was pretty funny.”

He pressed the napkins over himself, vaguely aware that the stains were unlikely to come off. Should he ask the guy to pay for the laundry bill? Should he just get over it? The man could, at the very least apologize. Andrei looked at the man standing and grinned a bit more. “Are you with him?” And he gestured the one on the floor.

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son, you've got a  way to fall. Marko didn't really have time to process what had happened, mostly because he hadn't counted on someone being clumsy enough to trip over his back. Then again, it was kind of a wonder that he hadn't thought that would happen, considering how packed the place was. And of course, the relevant words of warning had left Zoran's mouth a little too late. Startled, Marko lifted his head back a bit, only to catch the tip of his ear on the hem of a nearby woman's dress. “Eh?” Before he could fully comprehend that that kid that was currently on his ass nearby had, in fact, tumbled over his back, he had to carefully – and quickly – pick the dress off his ear without the woman noticing... Oh, hell, she'd noticed. Oh, hell, impulsively or not, she'd just shoved the heel of her shoe into the back of his hand. He yelped, and then attempted to shuffle away to where there was a little more room, over towards the table the alcohol was on. Once he reached it, he pulled himself back to his feet, using the table and his now good hand for support... He just kind of hoped the guy falling over him was enough of a distraction, because he could hear Zoran's annoying-as-fuck laugh. His back towards the other people around, he turned to face them slowly and with reluctance; he was trying to figure out how much of his dignity was still in-tact. “Mh... Hey, sorry 'bout that.” He muttered to the kid he'd tripped, now that Zoran had helped him to his feet. He frowned a little, rubbing at the hand that had been trodden on. He glanced about for a moment, wondering if the woman who had done that was still around; he kind of felt like it might have been a good idea to apologise to her, too. zoran/andrei/balkans tagged 313 words - notes

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The last thing Heracles expected to find here was anyone he recognized. He didn't know the bride and was only invited due to some vague association with one of her relatives, and obviously that meant he was important enough to merit an invitation in the mail - how the hell did they ever get his address? - so seeing a couple of familiar faces was welcome. He was sure he wasn't the only person stuck here when they had no business celebrating for someone they didn't know, but what sort of man would he be if he didn't at least check it out?

Weddings usually had great food and equally good booze, though considering the groom he was unwilling to think the latter was actually a thing, until he saw a couple walk by with wine. Better than nothing. Heracles decided then that it was probably in his best interest to scout out some food, or at least it was until someone all but grabbed his ass. He whirled around to stare the culprit in the eye - not to accuse them, not really. He didn't mind someone grabbing him usually, sometimes it meant interest.

"I'm so sorry."

What he saw instead were the familiar eyes of a certain Romanian female. "Nicoleta."

Her named rolled off his tongue naturally.

"I promise I didn't touch it on purpose."

Nicoleta was a little liar. He saw that look in her eyes, the way she shifted to try and appear innocent. Heracles was far too clever to let himself be swept away by her deceit, but he wasn't the kind of man who would let that kind of thing ruin his evening, especially not if it was Nicoleta, someone he knew. Might as well make the best of it.

"I'm used to it by now," he explained. "Most people can't resist. In fact, you're the fifth person tonight." Heracles could lie too.

[Nicoleta]

"Nicoleta," he said.

She gave him a sloe-eyed grin. Both of her hands were behind her back, like the innocent girl she was pretending to be.

"I'm used to it by now," he explained. "Most people can't resist. In fact, you're the fifth person tonight."

There was a hint of a smile on her lips. Amused, she replied, "Most likely, they were checking for a wallet, packed with money. You could pass for a rich man with that cute face."

Nicoleta moved her arm to reveal a wallet--his wallet. It was too easy to take. Unfortunately, she already knew how much was inside: a whooping sum of nothing. If anything, he probably had a negative amount of money in it. There was something redeeming about it though. He had a lot of cute pictures of his cats.

"I wonder if the other four are sharing the spoils." Nicoleta quipped. "So unlucky of you."

She ended her ruse with a snort before handing it back to him. That wallet felt pretty damn heavy for some reason. Holding on to it made her feel very discontent, as if his debt was passed to her instead. In the moment's respite, she stole a moment to study him. She wondered where and how he managed to get a good fitted suit like that. Regardless, of how, it was a change in appearance, different from what she was used to. Often, he had worn very simple attire. Not that she was going to say anything about it.

"So you know couple? I was afraid they'd be the only one I know. But here I find myself back in Eastern Europe." Nicoleta added, "They must've come for the baklava. We attract to that like bees to honey."

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I'M THE hero of the story, don't need to be saved When the kid took his hand, Zoran tightened his grip to yank him up to his feet, the previously intense snickering finally dying down. Judging by his movements, he seemed like he had drunk quite a bit -- Zoran wondered how much it had taken. He didn't seem like a guy who had a very high alcohol tolerance; but then again, you never really knew until you went out drinking with them personally. "No problem, kid," he couldn't help but grin, still chuckling just a bit. It was a memory he would treasure the rest of his life, that was for sure. It was definitely worth coming to see this; screw whether he was actually invited or not. He heard Marko almost inaudibly shriek in pain and he looked to see a woman stepping graciously over him, lifting her heel from his hand. The laughter began bubbling up again, and he clutched his stomach. "I'm great! Just had the best laugh I'm going to have in a long while, until I can get him drunk off his ass again... Thanks for that, by the way. Oh yeah, that was fucking hilarious," Zoran obnoxiously said, without thinking too much that he should probably try to censor himself. He was too caught up in the excitement of just witnessing Marko ridicule himself and make him look like a fool -- jeez, where was Vesna when he needed her? She had just missed out on something amazing, and she would never even know. "What, him?" He jerked his thumb at Marko, taken aback, feigning disgust. He was partially joking, but at the same time, not. He wasn't going to pay for the damage that had been done for that suit, hell no. He had merely been an innocent bystander. "Hell no! I hardly know him. But I'm sure he'd be more than happy paying for that stain there!" Well, that was half the truth.

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