WHO Marcella, Tragos WHEN Saturday night WHERE the hotel in Hawaii WHAT round two WARNINGS Smut.
Hawaii was amazing.
Although Marcie hadn’t seen that much of it yet, she had looked out from her private balcony at the ocean and the trees and the mountains, and it all looked pretty damn cool from there. She’d been busy with Aphrodite, spending all of Friday on arrangements and decorations, organising the nymphs to pick things up and setting the small nuptials room up for the wedding itself the next day. Nine of the War Dogs, eight nymphs, herself, and the couple they were all here to see be wed, and the celebrant. She’d tried to find one who was Greek, one who would reflect their heritage while staying relatively secular, and she thought she’d achieved it pretty nicely. They’d been emailing back and forth to get the wording right for a week.
Ares’ mood had improved slightly since the plane landed. He was out on the beach getting a tan, still with a dark cloud over him, but at least with the sunshine he couldn’t stay being the absolute shit he’d been since the stag do. He was never going to be any help, of course, so all the men were banished to do some sightseeing around town, so be met with for food and drinks later.
Marcie felt proud of her work. The white drapes, the beautiful lighting, the tropical flowers, the petals on the floor- it was picture perfect, and when Aphrodite walked up the aisle on Saturday in her backless scalloped lace dress, she almost welled up with pride in how it had all turned out. Ares at least looked happy, giving his bride a warm smile as she joined him at the altar, going through the motions of the ceremony, and kissing her deeply as everyone cheered at the end.
The dinner was absolutely amazing too. They had a couple of spit roasts served up in the private dinner room they’d hired at the hotel, lots of tropical flavours, lots of tropical booze. The nymphs were by now warming up to the War Dogs, more than one of them finding a favourite to pair up with. Marcie’s eyes went back to Tragos, sitting down along the table and laughing with the guy next to him as he ripped meat off the bone with his teeth.
Being so busy with the wedding meant she’d had no time to spend with Tragos alone, and after they had returned from being out last night, she’d been far too tired to try to message him. But now everything was over but the party.
She knew he’d been watching her. She’d been watching him too, when she had the chance. He’d even offered to help carry boxes of flowers around, showing off his toned arms in his tank top. She’d noticed, given him a slight smile. Keeping this from the other War Dogs was an interesting challenge, but one she intended to meet.
The bridesmaids dresses were pretty, light and beachy in a way Marcie hoped could be reused. (She knew everyone said that about bridesmaids’ dresses, but seriously, they were a two piece with a white off-the-shoulder lace top with a pink floor-length wrap skirt. Those could definitely be repurposed!) The men were all in black tuxes, which she could say with absolutely surety, was a good look for them. Of course, by the time dinner was done and the singular speech over, they all had jackets off and sleeves rolled up, because it was far too hot to stay buttoned up like that.
The wine flowed freely, although Marcie wanted to keep her wits about her. She sat near-ish to Aphrodite, not knowing which of those other War Dogs had been involved in trying to drug her, and needing to not draw too much attention. The nymphs were all enjoying themselves, twisting and bending in dance, happy to pull focus away from the young mortal.
They weren’t pulling it from Tragos, though. It was late enough, people were drunk enough, that nobody else would notice when she got to her feet and slipped from the room to go and “find the bathroom”, if anyone asked.