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WARNINGS: None really
WORD COUNT: 4.6k words
SONG:Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young
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"I am, you know."
"What?"
"Yours."
- Tara and Willow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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"I've seen you dress up before and you looked nice, but God, you look nice nice today."
"How many drinks have ya already t'night?" he chuckles, quirking an eyebrow whilst sipping from his whiskey glass. His long, bubblegum lips spread into a proud smile, wet from the brown liquid that swims around the ice cubes in his glass.
"None!" I insist and he chuckles again, the sound muffled by the rim of his glass that returns to his lips.
"Sure, babe," Harry titters, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat lit by the sun. "'s okay if ya have. I dunno how I coulda gotten thru' all that shit in this heat without a few."
I almost shrug my shoulders, unsure of what to say to that, but I don't get the chance to think on it before he takes my hand to lead us away from the gift table.
"C'mon, I dunno how many mo' people I can talk t' and introduce who I bloody am befo' I go mad," he wheezes with a shake of his head, downing the rest of his drink. "Beats me how they can't know who tha best man 's, seein' 've known tha groom most o' me life and his."
"Oh no, is Harry's big head shrinking now?" I joke, my lips growing to kiss my cheeks when he turns to dramatically roll his eyes at me.
"Hush, you. Ya want sumthin' t' drink? 's a free bar, but y'know, only tha basic stuff."
