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[deep_red_bells]

Claire,

Need to ask you something, kiddo.

--B




Annie,

Just letting you know you're my maid of honor, bitch. I'm not asking I'm telling. NO OPTION! NO SOUP FOR YOU! MASTER CHIEF SAY SO!

--B



Hank,

I know it's been a rough time lately, but you're still gonna be a bridesmaid in my wedding...right? I promise no ugly colors or abominations of shoes.

--B

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Re: wedding

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Bee,

He can be my date for the wedding. He'd probably freak if he was in the wedding party, anyway. He can be shy at weird times.

Dad says we can still go for the holidays, I just gotta come back here after. I'll have to ask about New Year's...Val and Mel own my shit, but apparently Dad's still being dad. Go fig.

And Bee? Thanks...and I really do. Love you, I mean.

Love ya,
HDC

Re: wedding

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Hank,

I've noticed that. He's an odd duck. But cute.

All right, we're not going anywhere anytime soon. Unfortunately. Adam keeps adding stuff to the itinerary. I still do not see the big deal about the Rockettes. So what if they can kick at the same time? Get a bunch of us Slayers in the room together and we could do that shit.

You could do Christmas with your family, New Year's up here with us? It's up to you. I'd be happy to see you guys anytime.

I love you too, Hank.

--B

Re: wedding

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Bee,

He is. But I love him, and he's good in bed, so I'll keep him. ;)

I'll go on record as pleasantly as I can as saying that I hope Adam keeps you busy for a long-ass time. Staying is good. Staying means you're in one place, and not maybe overseas or something where I can't visit. Dad/Val'll let me fly to NYC, they won't let me fly to Machu Pichu or some shit.

We could do both...I wanna see that big ass tree in Rockefeller Center and shit. I emailed Carbone Karras, too, he promised to take me ice skating and ask his mom to take me to a magic club.

So...this bridesmaid thing. Can I help you pick dresses, or do you have shit done already there?

Love ya,
HDC

Re: wedding

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Hank,

I didn't need to know that. :p

This is true, I wish it wasn't so damned cold here. Other than the cold, I think I could learn to like it. I hate being cold.

Both is good too. I don't get the big deal about the big ass tree either. God, I'm such a Scrooge.

Bridesmaids dresses? Not yet. I can't find any that I like, but I'm looking. And no you can't help, that's forbidden in bridesmaid-dom.

<3,
B

Re: wedding

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

B,

Grossing you out about my sex life is my final parting shot at being a total fucking bitch...so yes, Joe's good in bed. Deal.

Cold's not so bad...but I grew up in Motown. We need a SoCal Christmas, yo. Los Angeles or fucking bust.

Whatever, yo...but if you make me wear ruffles or pink or some shit, I'll...well, I'll wear it, but I'll get explicit for a year when I gross you out about my sex life. Swear to God.

Love ya,
HDC

Re: wedding

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Hank,

I could start in on my sex life too, you realize. It's a two way street.

I grew up in Corpus. It's a coastal city. Anything below fifty degrees is fucking freezing for me. Apparently Julian likes the snow, and skiing and ice skating. I'm so doomed.

No pink. I was thinking a neutral color. My dress will be champagne colored and I want the whole wedding to have this feeling of soft candlelight and elegance.

<3
--B

Re: wedding

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Bee,

After spending more time around Terry and Karina than you have? I just might be able to take it...then again, I'd rather not test it. I'll find some other way to be obnoxious for my own personal amusement.

Gimme five minutes and a pair of skates? I'll teach you to love it. I grew up playing no-rules ice hockey in the winter. We'll make you a snow bunny yet.

That actually sounds really cool...just give Annie my crown, I don't want one. She just texted me with some shit about princess tiaras. I'm blaming you.

Love ya,
HDC