The Beginning of the End (J. Grace)

XVIII: Grover officiates a wedding

Jason's PoV:

Wow... this was going to be the first wedding Jason would ever attend. That's... unbelievable.

"Does this look alright?" Coach Hedge stared at himself in the mirror of the Zeus Cabin where he, Jason and Leo were all getting ready for the big event.

Hedge had asked that the other two would be his best men, saying that they were like sons to him at this point and he would love to have them there with him. Of course they agreed, really touched.

The wedding's going to be a mixture of Ancient Greek traditions and a typical Western wedding. That meant that they were all going to parade to Mellie's home with musicians playing their instruments before going to the place that they're going to get married (as they did in ancient Greece): the meeting place for the Council of the Cloven Elders.

Oh, yeah: Grover's officiating the wedding. Isn't that exciting?

"You look great." Jason decided sincerely. The satyr was in an emerald green suit, perfectly unstained -surprisingly... well, for now- white shirt and black tie, looking quite classy, really. Perfect for a wedding.

"Thanks." He tugged at the blazer and turned from side to side looking at himself as though he were unconvinced. His wispy goatee had been dunked in gel as a result of the Coach taking Leo's joke seriously, but he'd decided to leave his curly brown hair messy, causing quite a contrast. Oh, well; he still looked smart, at least.

"Dude," Leo came in, complaining, pulling at the cuffs of his blazer. "Why did the dress code have to be smart and in earthy colours? I look like poop, and not in a good way!"

The son of Jupiter laughed at the comment and went over to fix his friend's tie. "Firstly, you look amazing." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Secondly, at least you're not gonna be the one to give the Best Man's speech." The son of Hephaestus had refused to give the speech, leaving Jason to do it on his own. Great. "And, thirdly... how can you look like poop in a good way?"

He finished with the dark green tie and took a step back, regarding his friend as though he were a bomb that might explode at any given moment... or a crazy prankster engineer. Pretty similar, though.

He raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, you're not allowed to question me, airhead. Coach, you look amazing." He showed Gleeson a chef's kiss, grinning once more.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved it away as if it weren't big of a deal. "Are you both ready? I think the others are here."

He looked the Best Men over, eyeballing Jason's spear which he insisted on taking since they were headed to the forest where there were bound to be monsters who wouldn't pass up on a chance to eat some demigods, even if they were celebrating a wedding.

Without waiting for a response and not mentioning the son of Jupiter's weapon (if the Coach was allowed to, he would have probably taken his club with him) Gleeson went over and opened the door, revealing the entire gathering of people who were at camp and would be attending the ceremony, not too many, but quite a gathering, and that wasn't nearly all of the guests: there were still all of the nymphs in the woods, waiting with the bride and bridesmaids. Wow, it's going to be full.

Some of the Apollo kids and others taking music classes were playing their chosen instruments in -what seemed to be- an ancient Greek style of song... only with saxophones and guitars. Surprisingly, it sounded really nice.

"Come on, Gleeson." Chiron encouraged; a huge smile plastered to his face, it must be a nice change for him, Jason thought, celebrating a wedding rather than training kids to fight and watch them go on quests some never return from... "Your fiancé's waiting."