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[curseshit]

Drag the grooms out of their hiding places and get partying! Everyone is at the inn already!

BACHELOR PARTY!!!

[ mission: midnight drinking post. oh and the curse... ]

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[rhymeswithdesign]

[hiding at the sheriff's house. might have been given a key. or maybe he climbed in through a window. anyway he's pretty sure nobody saw him arrive so he should be safe. he hopes.]

[recurred]

[no you climbed your ass through the window and forgot to close it. so she's entering her own house with her crossbow like it's a meth den]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[shit. hears the sound of the front door unlocking and yeah he definitely didn't use that it was definitely the window. sits up a little straighter on the edge of her bed and rolls his shoulders.]

It's me, love.

[and call me a hypocrite but i sort of hope that's specific enough.]

[recurred]

[hesitates and lowers crossbow]

Ernest?

[this has grown boderline creepy]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Yeah. Sorry, I think Craig's putting together a stag do and I am really, truly not interested. So, like an adult, I am hiding.

[gives her a grim smile.]

And how was your day?

[sawedoff]

[well i guess sergei changed his mind about the wedding judging from the ruckus at the inn. so much for dinner on the town with his fake family. squints at all the drunken noise coming from inside and hangs back around the porch with a pint someone shoved off on him. ya drunken hooligans.]

[armedarchaeologist]

[slams out the door, giving someone in the inn the stinkeye.]

Yeah I'm taking Heather home, this is—and I hate myself a little for using this exact combination of words—no environment for a child.

[sawedoff]

[jumps, spills a little beer and puts a hand over the top of it to stop it from sloshing. owl eyes at him]

Holy crap. I thought I was waiting for you.

[you mean you've been in there with heather in hooker city.

he should be more appalled but he's actually kind of proud of her. you go tyke. daddy's little girl. what is wrong with him]

[armedarchaeologist]

I thought we were waiting for—FOR GOD'S SAKE SOMEONE HELP AMBER DOWN BEFORE SHE BREAKS HER NECK—you, actually, before someone mentioned you were out here. I guess I overestimated the amount of stuff you had to do at the church.

[it's hardly hooker city in there. just old toothless betty up to her usual. and apparently amber's taken a turn for the coyote ugly.]

I don't know if you wanted to stay here or not... I'm actually not even sure if either of the grooms is here, this whole mess is... Well, it's a mess. And I guess we have a lot of decorations to put back up before tomorrow, don't we.

[sawedoff]

Yeah... [groan. don't remind. leans over to see who he's shouting at. tilts head when amber does the hokey pokey and shakes it all about. shakes it off after a second and looks back at him, blinking] Sorry, what? Yeah. Decorations. Uh, why don't I just bring somethin back for you guys? I'll meet you at the house.

[raises eyebrows at heather. fish? fruit? i'll make it happen.]

[foodporn]

[dancing on a table. what. it's a tiny town. you don't get to party much. drunk off her face.]

[inenochian]

[ irishjesus take the wheel. ]

[foodporn]

[throws shirt off somewhere during the duration of daniel and dean's conversation]

[and apparently got into the chocolate fountain]

[ladybirdbook]

[aggressively plays peppy irish jig music]

[andtrue]

[ how is this possibly a good time for him to show up, his daughter is half-naked and covered in chocolate and no one has offered her a sweater or anything ]

[ but he's here now. he's here. with a coat. ]

[andtrue]

[ she is truly jacob's daughter sometimes. meanwhile paulgust is in the library, reading that fairytale book the expository text mentioned ]

[scantilyclad]

[ lets herself back into her house so she can finally wash the dirt out of her hair ]

[crotchbite]

[ not going to celebrate any of this crazy party. too busy trying to figure out this knife thing

watches her walk in, sitting on the living room ]

That's a good look on you. [ dirty. and dead. too bad it's not a dead look. ]

[scantilyclad]

Gilda. My love.

[ her voice sounds like acid. ]

Tell me you missed me.

[crotchbite]

Oh, were you gone?

[ laugh track. vicious intro jingle ]

[scantilyclad]

[ sheds her dirty mayor clothes as she heads to the bathroom ]

Do try harder next time, dearest. I don't die as a common stray would.

[recurred]

[the joys seem to be fairly occupied with celebrations, so don't mind if she...if she breaks into their shop. she's a sheriff she does what she wants]

[pulling through the back door quietly to scan the shelves again in the dark until she finds her book placed on a shelf she'd spotted earlier and gently picks it up]

[cabineyes]

[ excuse me that door was locked. he left paul sleeping and was on his way downstairs to get more to drink when he heard something. tightens the grip of the empty cider bottle he's holding and peeks into the store premises. (he's not a violent man but he'll use it if he has to.) ]

[ a little surprised when he sees the sheriff browsing their shelves. he doesn't know much about law, but one thing is sure that the lawmen don't usually break and enter just for fun. what is she even doing? ]

Girl, if I were you I'd pick something more valuable.

[recurred]

[freezes. hand caught in the cookie jar moment. looks from him to it before breathing out]

I was just- [apprehending...evidence?]

[cabineyes]

[ walks in and puts the bottle down on the counter. he won't be needing that. ]

Breaking into our house in the middle of the night?

What is this all about, sheriff?

[ oh also he's only wearing pants. probably not even his. ]