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based on the picture above!! its a random picture some rando posted because they'd attended a wedding as a child and realized that serj had been there. so yeah, if you want a visual of what era serj this is, its pre soad :)) this is super short, but im tired as im writing this another thing to keep in mind is that i havent been to any actual nice weddings, so my trashy white dude ass doesnt rly know how an actual wedding reception is also, its really not that interesting. its just like a little cute thing where the reader and serj meet -
"I'm gonna go dance, will you be alright on your own?" my cousin asked me, stabling her drunken self by holding onto her date's arm.
I nodded, although I didn't know what I was going to do for the time being. She was the only one I'd known at the wedding aside from the bride and groom, who were mutual friends of ours. I obviously wasn't going to be able to talk to the stars of the party though.
I didn't quite enjoy dancing. I was far too clumsy.
I sipped on the cheap beer that I had gotten for free from the little bar set up by the food table. I was never much of a fan of beer, but if that was the only alcohol I had access to, I was going to drink it.
I felt as though I were standing out, sitting at a table alone next to the dance floor. I noticed an empty table in the corner, so I took my purse and sat myself at the chair closest to the wall. I wasn't keen on finishing my drink, so I just people watched for a while, silently hoping that my cousin would maybe come back to me.
I was snapped out of my thought by a man who'd somehow approached me without me noticing. "All alone, hm? Why aren't you out there?" he swept his long curly hair out of his face and pointed to the various people dancing and drinking.
"Oh I... I'm just tired." I replied, not able to conceive an explanation. I was admittedly flustered talking to the handsome stranger.
"Mind if I sit?" he asked me. Before I even responded, he pulled out the chair across from me and sat. "I'm Serj, by the way."
I nodded, still not having a clue what to say.
Serj cocked his head. "That was an invitation for you to give me your name. Only if you want to though, of course."
"Oh! Yeah, sorry about that. I'm y/n." I mentally facepalmed.
"That suits you." he told me.
I thanked him and he gave me a toothy grin. I wanted to slap myself for being so awkward. I was sure he was probably regretting his decision to come and talk to me. Maybe it'd help if there wasn't blaring music? "You wanna go outside and keep talking?"
He nodded and followed me through the back exit, inhaling the cool night air when we emerge from the building.
I lit myself a cigarette. "I don't really like weddings." I sigh.
"They're alright if you actually know a few people. I only came cause I went to highschool with the groom, but we're barely friends. A couple of my buddies are here, but they're taking advantage of the free beer and getting shitfaced." Serj shrugged, lighting his own cig. "But hey, let's make the most of it. I got to meet a pretty girl, so it's alright." he chuckled.
All I could do was blush. I found myself grateful for the fact that I chose to actually dress up. I wore a sleek black dress and sandals, whereas I was planning on wearing just a casual pair of slacks. "You're not so bad yourself, Serj."
I glanced at the man, who's face was still plastered with that big toothy grin. He had a 5 o'clock shadow, but an otherwise shaven face, and his coiled curly hair sat neatly on his shoulders. His legs lay flat on the tar, and his hands fidgeted in his lap.
"Who gets shitfaced at a wedding?" I suddenly wondered out loud.
"See, I don't really know. Normally I would stop them from doing that, but if I'm being honest the groom's an asswipe." Serj snickered.
He wasn't wrong about that. I was more partial to the bride.
Serj told me stories about the groom, stories about his musical path, and stories about school. He also carefully listened when I spoke, and had very fluid and insightful replies when I ranted about my problems. It was rare that I could have a conversation with someone and feel as though I was being listened to by someone who genuinely cared. It was also rare that I was this intrigued by someone.
I subconsciously hoped that he would ask me out or something because there was no way I'd be content with not seeing him after tonight. As he was speaking, I got a pen out of my purse and grasped onto his arm, scrawling my phone number. He jumped at the sudden contact, but grinned when he saw what I'd written.
"Say, we should go out some time." Finally. He finally asked.
And thank god he did, because I would've been too much of a coward.
"Like a date?" I joked.
"Yes, like a date." he grinned, placing his hand on my bare leg.
