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*I didn't draw that, credit to livia falcaru :) 💐 A wedding.
Peter always loved weddings. Actually, he's always got a thing for parties - when it's your best mate's wedding, then, it gets even better. Oliver's been engaged to Camille for two years now.
It's a Friday night, the day of the wedding, Peter barley got off of his private jet before the wedding but luckily he had enough time to drive to his house in France and shower. Being the most famous superhero can be annoying sometimes with having to change from a suit to another suit so he can attend as Oliver's best-man. He sighs as he unbuttons his red button-up, standing in front of the bathroom's mirror and looking up to meet his own brown eyes. He catches a glimpse of his 'i love love you' tattoo, groans to himself.
Stupid teenagers with stupid love decisions and stupid matching tattoos. He shakes his thoughts away. Not today, you're not thinking of her today.It's been nearly ten fucking years, get over it. The shower lasts longer than normal, as he stands with his hand resting on the glass letting the warm water run down his shoulders, eyes closed. He tries to not think of Happy yelling at him this morning, he tries to not think of the papers he has to do by Sunday, he tries not to think of her.
But it's like they always say, you can never empty your mind, and Peter is no different.
God. He can't believe he's finally having a night out after three weeks.
He ties his towel around his waist, adjusts his curly, wet hair on the mirror, and moves to his closet. Light blue button up, black suit, black shoes. He feels like he's getting ready to work, but whatever. Puts on his favourite cologne, takes his phone from the charger, picks one of his packs of joints, a lighter, - and absolutely ignores the urge to go through the box inside his bedside table, he's strong.
When he finally gets to his car, he the time. He'll be one hour early, good, Oliver is not killing him today. Turns on the car and, has Peter ever said how much he loves a party? The joy of getting high or drunk and forgetting everything.
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The ceremony takes place in a local church in Bordeaux, France - the same one all Oliver's relatives got married in - and as he passes by in his car, he notices that it's mostly empty. It doesn't take long for him to find a spot and he's soon walking into the place. His best mate is already waiting for him all the way up at the altar, along with another friend of theirs, Ned, who's distracted talking to the priest and doesn't see him walking down the aisle.
"Peter, finally!" Oliver exclaims. He looks nervous, breathing a little more than normal, lips dry. "I said two hours before, you asshole." Peter smiles at him, looks around the nearly empty church. "I don't see many people, nothing to worry about, was wanted to drop my bags off at my house first."
