Lena, an imp from Lust, meets the Cowboy Cassanova from Wrath, Striker.
Unbeknownst to them, this meeting isn't exactly by chance, it's been orchestrated from the beginning.
Lena had called everyone she knew, a few already knew about the wedding coming up.. thanks to Striker. She called Rita and Sueann and invited them to help her pick a dress. Rita being the ever fashionable one picked up Lena and Sueann and drove them to the best place in all of Hell for Wedding Fashion.
Wedded Glory was the oldest and most renowned place to get dresses and tuxedoes for weddings, bride or bridesmaid... groom or groomsmen or even the best man. This place was the best for whatever your heart desired in Wedding needs.
Once they got there in Pride they headed inside, greeted by an incubus who was very flamboyant. "Alright.. who's the bride?"
Lena blushed a little. "Me."
"Ooooohhh a cute little cinnamon roll, alright what kinda wedding?"
"I'm guessing Witer theme.. Striker wanted to do it on the 21st." She giggled.
"Ohhhhh Striker, he got his suit here... honey I have the perfect dress and bridesmaids dresses." He grinned.
They all got fitted and he made Lena's dress a little bigger in the stomach area for comfort. Lena smiled some and they left each with a zipped bag.
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Striker was all dressed in black, even his hat. His tuxedo coat was the most noticeable thing though. He was standing outside waiting for his mother, uncle, aunt, brother and his cousin Drake.
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He looked around from the steps and huffed.
Just then a large truck pulled up. His uncle getting out and walking around to open the door for his wife and sister. Drake stepping out of the back and rattling his tail. "Well, well little Striker getting married." He hissed.
Striker groaned some. "Drake... Ah'm full grown now... honestly. What's with the pants?"
"Ah'll change 'em before the ceremony.. don't get yer tail in a knot." He grinned and walked by him.
Brash was dressed in a similar outfit as Drake but had a proper pair of pants on. He was helping his mom up the stairs, she was in a nice pink dress with white glitter snowflakes on it.
Striker met her and smiled. "Hey Ma... how are ya?"
She smiled some and pushed her black hair back. "I'm fine dear... I am so proud of you." She said and hugged him, he held her and wagged his tail.
Brash grinned. "She's down to four a day."
"Mom is that true?" Striker asked.
"Mhm... one after each meal and one before bed." She smiled some.
Striker smiled at her. "Good job mom."
He helped her inside with Brash and she grinned. "I brought a camera." She smiled some.
