Re: Kat & Aaron
“Pfft, only two?” Aaron exclaimed, incredulous. “C’mon, it’s my wedding, you gotta do what I say.” Tittering, he slung an arm around Kat’s shoulders to turn her and guide her toward the bar. He’d obviously been drinking liberally himself already, and he felt on top of the world. He wanted to toast with his sister. He’d already spent some surprisingly nice time with Gavin and Caden today, he wanted a few minutes with Kat too. Aaron let go of her once they got to the bar, and he leaned on it while the bartender stepped in front of them. “Gimme uh ... a vodka soda. And whatever she’s having -- what are you having, Kat?” He looked at her and grinned a little. Maybe champagne would have been more appropriate, but he’d moved on from champagne quite a while back.
“I pretty much do that anyways,” Kat said, rolling her eyes. She let Aaron pull her towards the bar, already sure she’d take more time away than she should because it was Aaron and if there was anyone capable of distracting her today it would be him. He wasn’t worried about her job, or even his pictures; he just wanted to hang out with her for a few minutes. It was his wedding day, so she would give him that. Besides, there wasn’t much that could happen without him. “Um, I’ll have a chardonnay,” she said, trying to be conservative because if she had a vodka soda, she’d likely have another, and then possibly another, and then there’d be no pictures of them leaving the wedding. “Are you having fun? You look like you are.”
Society banged on and on about how a wedding was the bride’s day, how all the attention should be on her and she should get to do whatever she wanted ... Aaron tended to think that should apply to grooms as well. He was getting married -- had already gotten married! -- just as much as Mila was, and he wanted to party. As much as he could with a pregnant new-wife who could tell him she was ready to leave at any time. Aaron wasn’t going to get blackout drunk, but he was feeling good and wanted to keep it going. “I’m having the best time,” he answered Kat with a bright grin. “This is all just ... fuckin’ awesome. Are you? Even though you’re working, sorry, but you’re amazing for doing this for us and I love you so much.”
Aaron may have been partying it up, but so long as he didn’t reach diva status Kat thought he was fine. She’d seen the rare groom-zilla and he didn’t even come close, which was a blessing. She had no desire to chew her brother out on his wedding day. “I’m great,” she smiled. “I like doing this. It’s no trouble at all.” It wasn’t completely a lie. She did like her job, and she wanted to do this for Aaron and Mila, who might not be able to afford a wedding photographer otherwise. Normally, she’d rather enjoy a family wedding than capture it, but this kept her busy enough that there was no room for anything other than the joy of seeing her brother happily married. “Someday between now and when the baby gets here, you can take me out for drinks and we’ll be even.”
The bartender set their drinks in front of them and gave Aaron a smile and a wink as he said “enjoy.” He was practically friends with the guy by now, he’d been to the bar so many times. Aaron returned the grin as he picked up his drink, then looked at his sister again and lifted his glass for a toast. “That’s a promise, and somewhere nicer than the Porch,” Aaron replied. “So here’s to that, and here’s to ... marrying the love of my life, who was next door the whole time and I didn’t even know it.” He beamed and clicked their drinks together, then took a good swallow of his. He’d really never expected to get married, especially not to Mila Moretti, who he’d somehow overlooked for most of their lives ... but here they were, and he couldn’t be happier. It was also kind of amazing that he and his brothers were all in serious relationships at the same time -- and two-thirds of them were genuinely happy, who the hell knew about Caden. “Now we just gotta get you a good man and we’re all set,” he told Kat.