Bronte & Grant: The Reception!
Who: Grant & Bronte, OT the Bale family and their dates When: Backdated to Valentine's Day Where: Holy Trinity Church's reception hall. Yes, Bronte and Grant are actually doing things small and intimate. PERISH THE THOUGHT.
Well. Never let it be said Grant Kellerman was one to be outdone. He knew how Ben had tried to be funny on HIS way into he and Skylar's reception, and so when Bronte had made the greivous error of letting HIM pick what they walked into their reception to? Hooooo boy.
Since he tended to love music you could do ridiculous dances to... sigh. Yes, he led them in to the tune of Bobby Brown's "Humpin' Around". And yes, even the mun sighed there.
"See?" He asked her as they walked into the huge hall together. "I told you. Totally classy."
Bronte just smiled as they walked into the reception. She knew that Grant's version of classy tended to vary from the definition of the word by most others. "Now you know why I allowed you to have very little input with the wedding plans."
"Hrmph." Grant feigned offense there, rolling his eyes, even as they held hands sweetly. "Not my fault you couldn't see the AWESOMENESS of having the wedding party served drinks in my collectible Fraggle Rock glasses from Burger King..."
"This is a wedding reception, Grant, not one of your boys night out get together." Bronte said lowly as those words were for her husband's ears only. The pair finally made it to the wedding party table where those in the wedding party were already seated.
"But... but... FRAGGLE ROCK!" Grant started to protest, before just laughing and kissing the side of her neck. The mock-teasing could be put off for now. Hell, it was her day, may as well not aggravate her today, no matter HOW hot she was when annoyed. "Well... just try not to get too annoyed when I decide to show off my MAD SKILLZ on the dance floor later. Other than that, I'll be on my best behavior,."
"As long as you don't try showing them during our first dance," cause if he tried to Bronte would surely kill him on the spot. After that he could show off his mad dance skills as much as he wantedb without hearing any negatory words from Bronte. The bride finally sat down at the table next to Brenna who was all smiles having watched her 'parents' enter the hall hand in hand.
"Bren..." Grant said with heartbreakingly sweet affection, as he walked to his 'daughter', hugging her lightly. "Thank you SO much for helping us with this, kiddo. Seriously."
No sooner then Grant had sat down then the tapping of glasses started. Clearly her throat nervously, Bronte had never been one for public displays of affection, the bride looked over to her husband knowing well what the tradition was when people started tapping glasses with a piece of silverware.
Uh-oh. The look on his face said it ALL. A chance to snog his gorgeous bride AND make her hilariously wigged out? Yes please. He shrugged and gave her an 'oh well!' grin, and gave her another movie-caliber kiss, this time as everybody cheered and hooted.
Bronte couldn't help smiling into the kiss hearing the enthusiasm sprouted from their family and friends, though when she finally drew away, Bronte found herself quickly composing herself back to her normal, show no emotion self.
Grant, for his part, just looked hilariously like a schlub who'd just won the lottery or something, all grins and beaming eyes.
With the last of the tables cleared off, and the bar re-opened to the wedding party and guests. The DJ got himself organized and within a few short moments it was announced the time had come for the bride and groom to share their first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Kellerman to the sounds of Tim McGraw's My Best Friend.