Bishop/Marina --> Demi/Marina (just arriving)
“I’ll see what I can do to make that happen. I’ll try to pitch it as a wedding gift from him to me,” Marina said with a grin. “He can’t say no to that, can he?” She asked, slowing her steps slightly as they neared the Cat House. It wasn’t as if anything was that far of a walk within the walls of the Dog Park.
“No, I'm pretty sure you’re supposed to refuse your bride nothing on her wedding day,” Bishop remarked with a faint smirk. He hadn't’ ever been married, but he was sure that was some kind of rule. “I may be wrong on that, but you can still use that as a bargaining chip if you want.” As it was it wasn’t like Vic could come after him, at least not today -- the rule to stay on the bed saw to that.
But they were close enough that she couldn’t pretend their conversation wasn’t coming to a close. Giving Bishop a smile, she said, “Thanks for walking me. Now give me a hug and go make sure my husband-to-be shows up, okay?”
Bishop knew they were quickly approaching the Cat House and that his exit from Marina’s company was imminent, so when she turned a smile on him he returned it. “Anytime, darlin’,” he began, wordlessly obeying her command for a hug, Bishop wrapped his arms around her and gave a squeeze. “I promise your hulk of a husband-to-be will be there, even if I gotta drag him there,” Bishop paused, grinning. “But I don’t think I’ll have to do that.” With that he released her from the hug and took a step back. A couple of bitches came out of the Cat House at that point, along with Demi who took the hair products, makeup and such from him. “Next time I see you, you'll be Mrs. Scherbatsky.” He said by way of a farewell, a smirk still on his lips as he turned and headed off towards the Chapel.
“Alright, future Mrs. Scherbatsky, let's get you inside,” Demi said as she came to stand near Marina, a small, yet friendly smile was offered. “And I apologize in advance for the bitches, they’re like a giggling group of fools right now.” She added with a grimace, glancing over her shoulder at the woman milling about. What was it that turned some of these women into teenage girls at the idea of a wedding?
Inside the Cat House, Marina hung her suit up then joined Demi and began unpacking all her supplies. She hadn’t really known what she would need so she brought basically everything. Considering Marina had shown up with nothing but the clothes on her back, in the last several months here at the Dog Park, she’d managed to acquire a fair amount of stuff. There was plenty of makeup but what she was really happy to have was a curling iron.
“Should I do my hair or makeup first?” She asked, looking at the spread before them, trying not to be overwhelmed. There was so much to do and this was such a big deal and everyone would be looking at her. Normally she didn’t give a fuck about this stuff, but she wanted it to be perfect for Vic.
Weddings -- even Dog Park weddings -- were in fact not something Demi had loads of experience with, still, Marina was extending the effort to ask her opinion and so she would be remiss not to give it. Peering down at the gathering of items and then back up at Marina, Demi pondering for a moment before finally speaking up. “Maybe hair first? That way you don’t end up having to worry about hairspray or something else ruining all your hard work makeup wise,” whether or not this was the right order, Demi had no idea. But it was what she would do, plus doing makeup last would insure the need for fewer touch ups before the big event. Marina just nodded, accepting Demi’s logic, then picked up a brush to begin getting out any tangles.
“Do you have any idea how you want to do your hair?” Demi picked up one of the stray hair product bottles, studying the label before she set it back down. “Please tell me you're not planning on embracing Texas style and making your hair as big as possible,” she added with a laugh, fairly certain Marina had better taste than that.