Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-07 21:05:00 |
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Current location: | Their Place |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | ben bale, place: la, skylar james-bale |
Wedding Planning
Who: Ben and Skylar
Where: Their Home
When: Sunday, Feb. 7th
"So, what do you think about this?" Skylar asked Ben, pointing to the ad for a DJ. She didn't want any of their friends or family working at the party, so that meant, for once, that she had to hire outside help. This meant actually having to do research about people and all sorts of fun stuff. She wasn't sure if she trusted outside help, but, right now, she didn't really have a choice, did she? "Have you heard any good or bad things about this guy?"
"Well, Baily said he's shit. But... Baily tends to think any DJ that isn't her sucks. We may have to go with instinct.". Ben just grinned, watching her get all excited about THEIR wedding. It never failed to amaze him, even now. "We should really at least TRY to get someone who horrify your family completely..."
"Baily says that everyone sucks," Skylar said, agreeing with him on that. "We maybe actually have to audition a few people." It should be easy for a musician to find a DJ, but, for her own wedding, it was kind of hard. "And, as long as they get a normal wedding, I don't think they'll care what else happens."
"So..." Yes, this was Ben and he HAD to go there. "No gangsta rap or gang signs? Damn. My dreams are dashed."
Skylar laughed. "As long as you don't walk down the isle down to it, I suppose we can have it afterward," she said to him. She was kidding, though, and knew that he was as well.
"Oh, well... Thank god then." He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just wondering, though: between us and Neely & Rachelle... Who's gonna go missing more times during the reception?"
Skylar snorted. "Probably them, but that's only because we have to do things like take pictures and stuff."
"I'd be willing to let the cameras follow us..." And maddeningly, it was hard to tell if he was kidding.
Skylar glared at him. "Those are not the pictures that need to be in the wedding photo album!" she squealed.
"It'd make an interesting conversation piece..." He mumbled with a smirk. "I wonder if anyone thinks I'm going to be a virgin on my wedding night..." He mused with a straight face.
"While maybe interesting, any photos we take like that are staying between us," she said to him. "And I only think an idiot would think a silly thing like that."
"Please. I have a very innocent reputation." He scoffed, trying to sound indignant. "I'm a chaste and well-thought-of member of our community."
"You might be respected but you are not always well thought of and never seen as chaste," Skylar pointed out.
"I can't believe you!" He yelled, mock insulted. "First you blaspheme my god Sammy Hagar, then you dare sully my spotless reputation!"
"And who was it who got you Sammy Hagar to play at your club as a Christmas present?" Skylar pointed out. "And I can't sully your reputation any more than you already have."
Finally, he started laughing, moving over to hug her sweetly. "I *do* love you, woman. Being with you is worth every stupid mistake I ever made."
She hugged him back. "I love you, too. You are worth everything that I had to go through along the way to finding you."
"You found me years ago." He pointed out with that cocky smirk. "Just took you a while to realize you actually WANTED me."
She shrugged. "However you really want to look at it, then."
"Boy. You're just TOO jokey tonight. I might have to sedate you if you get much worse." Snickering, he shook his head. "Babe. Don't get so stressed over this wedding. It'll go fine."
"I know," Skylar said to him, still holding onto him. "I just want everyone to have a good time. And us, too."
"Baby? Trust me when I say if someone lights my brother on FIRE during the ceremony, I'll still have a good time as long as I marry you." He gave that look again, the one that said he was morally bankrupt enough to MEAN it.
She smirked. "Well, let's hope that it doesn't come to that, Ben," she said to him. She'd rather not have to explain to Nevada while her husband was on fire.
"Besides. Truthfully? Only one thing really matters to me about our wedding..." Luckily, she knew he was more romantic than he let on, and was kidding here. Probably. "And that's how many times we consummate the marriage that night."
She started laughing, slapping him on the shoulder. "You're terrible!"
"Only one of the myriad of reasons you fell in love with me..." He snickered.