Pre-Wedding Preparations: John and Ambriel
Ambriel noticed John come in and his grin turned from contemplative to genuinely happy. "John!" The angel chased towards the witch, white shirttails chasing behind him, and wrapped him in a hug. Ambriel had never learned traditional guy-greeting - the fist bump, the high five - and usually opted for a wave, but he was very happy with John right now.
"Last night was so much fun," he said, holding John by the shoulders. "I was barely hit by the paintballs at all!" Miraculously, even his wings had remained largely unscathed. Paint on feathers was hard to get out. Ambriel raised a finger. "Now, the laser-tag - I still think it was rigged." The angel's team had lost that one.
Ambriel accepted the bottle, but set it down without opening it. First, he had to button up this shirt. He looked down, tip of his tongue showing, and said: "Okay, I think everything's going well. There's a few sandwiches laid out somewhere --- uh, there." Ambriel's wings shifted, trying to get the shirt on his back properly. He turned around, spreading his wings. "Is it on alright?"