Cher-ol / Constantine
"Yeah. Getting it annulled or divorced or whatever." She was trying to play it cool, avoiding eye contact. Maybe she felt a little bit guilty, even if she hadn't meant to marry anyone. How drunk had she been? "This is your fault, you know? Should have asked me to Vegas first," she smirked and threw a blast toward an oncoming alien, glancing his way.
She didn't mean that. Sort of. "But seriously, I think we thought it was a gag. Maybe it was. How much you wanna bet this thing is made of tin and we signed the wrong names on the certificate?" Because that did sound like something she'd do for a lark.