As much apprehension as she had been feeling in the past few days, Hippie couldn't help but to be thrilled for her friend, especially when she saw his happiness. How could she feel anything other than that. He was her oldest friend, the one who had been here since the very beginning. His happiness was her happiness, even if she had been feeling disconnected from him lately. Even if she was losing him, in a way.
She slid her arm from Classic's, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she did so, and floated serenely into line. She was dressed in a simple geen dress and brown boots. Her dark hair was down, flowing down her back, the barret that Classic had given her glittering in the sun.
When she reached the newlyweds (She never thought that she would ever describe her Smoke as a newlywed) she couldn't help but to smile. Though her eyes watered, tears threatening to spill over, there was happiness there. Happiness and a calm acceptance. She reached up, her small hands cupping Mary Janes face. She went to open her mouth, but no words came. Instead she closed her eyes, feeling the warm skin beneath her hands and feeling the connection between them. No words needed to be said. After a few moments, she stood on her toes, pressing a kiss to his forehead. She turned to Heroin, the drug she hadn't touched since the death of so many of her angels, and pressed one hand to his own cheek. She stroked his cheek, nodding with a smile on her lips. "You take good care of him." She said, her voice thick with unshed tears. She was confident that he would.
And that she was gone, not wanting to take up too much time with the line building behind her. She slid back onto Classic's arms, cthe tears finally falling as she clung to her other best friend.