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You're not sure quite how much time passes from when Chris initially pulls you away from the throes of the party on the ceremony hall floor and into the bathroom for some long-awaited tipsy affection to when your lips finally part again, but when you do the song has changed to some eighties' jazz that you're sure Hondo is responsible for and Chris's cheeks have flushed a rosy shade of red not unlike that of the tiled walls around you under your cupped hands.

The numerous glasses of champagne you've both put away over the course of the evening have begun taking effect, leaving the two of you leaning on each other as you look to fix yourselves up enough to rejoin your team on the dancefloor.

Chris leads you by the hand out of the stall, casting a beaming look over her shoulder to smile at you that only gets brighter when you meet her eyes before, to your horror, you accidentally spy your reflection in the tall mirror behind her - and the smatterings of ruby-red lipstick marks on the collar of your dress shirt along with it. "Oh God, Chris- how am I meant to hide this?!"

"You're not." Her gleeful smile, lovely as it is, looks too big for her face as she leans in to press another kiss to your cheek and grows even bigger once the sounds of Tan and Luca calling out your name start to reach your ears above the din of the music. "C'mon, you know better than to keep them waiting."