Leon & OPEN
"Surprised to see you here," Paxton said, taking a big gulp of his drink. His grape juice had been topped off with some whiskey, because Paxton sure as shit wasn't doing all of this sober, no matter what the high and mighty angel desired. "You don't seem like the type to go to parties and congratulate the happy couple." Then again, most people under eighteen wouldn't be the type to congratulate a happy couple of the same age.
Fuck. Idiots.
Unlike most, Paxton wasn't reevaluating his relationship status tonight. Instead, he was inflicting every possible curse and mishap on the happy couple in his mind, because this was a terrible idea. "Which side are you on? Groom or... winged groom?"