WHO: Tony Troy and Clea Cox aka Tea WHEN: 5/17 WHERE: Their home SUMMARY: They attempt to wedding plan and then get really distracted. WARNINGS: Sex talk. Ghosts. Lilacs.
“So. Venues.” Tony went over the list that was in front of them. It wasn't like there were all that many to choose from in Fall City. Which was the first choice they had to make. “Item one. Venue in Fall City or venue in Seattle.”
Clea straightened her folder in front of her, and the stack of brochures directly to her left. “Right.” She nodded. “I really like this one,” and pulled out the pamphlet to point to a quaint lilac farm roughly between Seattle and Fall City. “I know it’s not in either place, but it could be a good compromise, and easier for guests who have a harder time traveling.”
Tony spun the pamphlet towards him to look over. Lilac farm, that was a thing? They had farms for lilacs? Why would a person have an entire farm for something like that. “That’s a good idea.”he paused for a moment before bringing up the obvious. “Don’t think your parents will get upset over us picking a different farm?”
“I think Dad would be relieved,” Clea replied honestly. “He likes his space. Even though he let us have the engagement party there, and I’m sure he’d let us use the farm for the wedding, too, but it’d be less stressful if we used a different locale.” She paused, and searched through her folder for a different pamphlet.
“Alternatively, we could use the Rainier Club, which I would be super happy with if we could get in, because it’s historic and I bet it has a secret room somewhere because of its age, too,” she added enticingly.
“Wait like the kind where we could uncover a hundred year old mystery lost to the ages and solve it as we take our vows?” Tony perked up immediately. “I'm in.”
“Right? Score!” She held up her hand for a high five without even looking at Tony, because they were that in sync with each other. “Maybe there’ll be a ghost, too!”
The high five was automatic, instinctive, and so much a part of their routine that it was only noted as it was necessary and needed for that excellent deduction. “Babe, what if we’re solving the ghost’s mystery and putting it to rest a century later?”
“Babe, what if there’s a treasure hunt?”
Tony let out a long breath at the sheer awesomeness that would be. “Babe if we have to compete for treasure I'm going to have to crush you.”
Clea had an equally excited expression on her face at the prospect, pamphlets and binder momentarily forgotten. “You wish.” An eyebrow raised impressively for good measure, she stood up and braced her hands on the table to stare down at Tony intimidatingly.
His grin upturned to match her, hands bracing on his side as he mimicked her, two opponents head to head over a ghost treasure that was clearly there. “Oh get ready to be crushed. And have to call me the greatest husband slash genius.”
“Or you could just admit defeat now and call me the greatest wife slash genius,” she offered generously, not backing down from her spot.
“You’re really hot when you’re trying to make me concede, BUT NOT THIS TIME!” Tony lifted up one hand in determination. “You.Will.Be.Destroyed!”
Clea gave Tony a cool look. She was calm. She was collected. And she was going to find the hypothetical treasure first if it’s the last thing she does. “It’s cute that you think you’re going to win. I’ll remember that in my victory speech.”
“That’s fine, because I’ll remember you had a victory speech when I’m giving my victory speech.” He looked Clea over again, a pause due to tension. “....first one to the bedroom gets to be on top?”