Jazz and Open
It was like Jazz had planned on almost entirely taking over the planning of her brother and niece's second wedding. How was it her fault that she could never say no when Blues asked for help, and that he was useless when it came to deciding on seating arrangements and what to serve at the reception and where to have it? She had delegated the food to Emo, who she figured had a better idea of what his crazy vegan sister would deem acceptable, done everything else while roping in as many (un)willing helpers as possible, and somehow the wedding had gone off without a problem.
That they had made it this far through the wedding and reception without any fights or other incidents, Jazz figured, entitled her to a damn good drink. She parked herself at the bar and downed two gin and tonics in rapic succession before allowing herself to relax and look out over the crowd. Most of the family was here, and most of them had even remembered to dress nice, and behave. There were other gods she didn't know too well, and there were mortals. And they were all mingling peaceably together, and they'd all showed up to celebrate the wedding between the most unlikely couple any of them had ever seen. It looked like things might just continue to go off without any major problems, after all.
That thought comforted Jazz enough that she took her third drink and left the bar, standing on the edge of the dance floor and watching her brother and sister-in-law have their dance. Everything from the wedding to the reception to the Song was about them today, and she didn't begrudge them their moment in the least. If there was anyone who deserved a little happiness and love, it was those two.