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Characters: Lord Grumpypants, Diarmuid, Diarmuid's idiot brothers, the extended family, and open to their CR and anyone that just wants to drop by.
Setting: Floor 81
Format: Party style, whichever format you prefer
Summary: ~~When two busybodies start plotting, all hell breaks loose.~~ "Waver's Anniversary" (or more informally known as Waver and Diarmuid's wedding party.) It's just a party. Nothing to see here. That cake is white just by... accident... and decorated to match the rings... yeeeeeeep... complete accident.
Warnings: Someone may decide to drown a couple people... who knows.

[In case someone is observant enough to notice, Waver and Diarmuid have been wearing matching rings... and under the disguise of a convenient excuse, that being Waver's one year anniversary in the Tower, Lancer and Reno have thrown a party to celebrate.

Keeping the relationship a perfect secret, of course. It's just a party. Good times, shooting the breeze, card games. Unfortunately, there's no booze. The lounge has been set up with a buffet with food from the Floor Sixty Kitchen, and there's a cake.

The cake happens to be white, and decorated. And that celtic knot decoration may just be matching the rings. Complete accident, of course.]

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[You don't get VH-tan, Lancer. What Lancer gets is an attempt to grab his arm and throw him to the ground.]

[Because fuck you is why.]

Oomph!

[Lancer gets thrown to the ground.]

Hey, it's your wedding. Cheer up!

This isn't a fucking wedding, you brainless twit!

You've already got the rings.

[He's still grinning in the face of Waver's murderous look.]

And do you want it imprinted on your face? If not, I suggest you shove it.

[He pouts, but falls silent. He jumps to his feet and dusts himself off.]

...You're not gonna leave now that you've come, are you?

Shut your mouth and listen--in fact, tell Reno this as well.

You imbeciles went behind my back and did exactly the opposite of what I wanted. [Waver visibly straightened and took on a quietly furious demeanor as he spoke, carefully enunciating his words as though Lancer barely comprehended English.]

If this was solely a celebration of my spending one year in this shithole? Fine. I'd be angry, but I could manage a stupid and unnecessary party. But no. No, you fucking idiots had to make this about him, too. Now listen very carefully to this part, because I'll only say it once and I want it to penetrate that several-inches-thick skull of yours.

This was never any of your business. I don't care if you're his brother, he and I both agreed to keep this quiet and it was never something you or Reno had the right to interfere in. I am beyond fucking livid with you right now, and as for Reno, he's lucky I'm still wearing this.

[Waver gestured vaguely to the Turk pin fixed to his suit jacket's collar.]

Now I have to go about futilely repairing the damage you two have caused, so get the fuck out of my face before I make you do so.

It's not like you're the first one who got married here. There's plenty of previous examples. Just ask Reno. And what sort of "damage" did we do, exactly? Almost anyone who runs into the two of you while you're together already knows you're close.

I'm not fucking married, and if I was, I wouldn't parade it around like a lunatic! Are you so fucking braindead to forget we have enemies in this place?! Just because Reno's a goddamn exhibitionist doesn't mean I want to be!

So? Our enemies are still our enemies, no matter if we get married or not. You saw what Ganondorf did back then, when he made us fight against each other. He didn't even need to know you and Diarmuid were together when he did that.