nala (lightprincess) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2008-03-28 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | bryant sawyer, jase forrester, jeremy pitt, player: crystal, player: lena, savannah white |
Who: Jeremy Pitt, Jason Forrester, Bryant Sawyer, Savannah White
What: Wedding Reception/Jase and Jer being boys/Bry being an ass
Where: some fancy place - wherever the reception is
When: Saturday March 22, late afternoon
Rating: Language and violence?
Status: Complete Log. (Some people mentioned wanting to read it.)
It had been a nice ceremony, a good reception, too, so far. Jase was happy for Savannah, even if it meant she really was completely unavailable. It really was a shame, because he had fond memories of their one night together and a part of him had always figured he'd get another go at things. Probably not now, though. He'd never intentionally sleep with another man's wife. He didn't think.
It was probably those thoughts that led him to mutter "such a waste of a nice piece of ass" as he stepped into place next to Jeremy. He probably shouldn't have been making such a comment at all and certainly not at the girl's wedding, but it could have been worse. At least Jeremy was the only one within earshot at the moment. Even Jeremy's girlfriend was, for once, not at his side.
Jeremy, Jase knew, wouldn't take offense to what he'd just said, which made him grin as he pulled the cup he'd been holding to his lips and took a drink.
Weddings were extremely boring events. Blah, blah, blah... do you take... for better or worse... I now pronounce you... fluff and sap. Jeremy probably wouldn't be nearly as apathetic about his own wedding but he really couldn't find it in him to be excited about Bryant's.
Dari had slipped off with his sister some time before and he'd been left to his own devices. Jeremy had just taken a sip from his glass when Jase slipped up beside him and he gave a little snort as he swallowed.
"Quiet a waste," he agreed softly, a large smirk on his face. "I wouldn't say that she was the best I've ever had but she certainly wasn't the worst."
So far, Jeremy had been behaving himself. Usually, he and Bryant would be fighting within five minutes of entering the same room but he'd vowed to keep his snide comments to himself. That didn't apply to Jase, though. He knew that they'd both had a go with his brothers gir wife and he didn't feel the need to hold back... it wasn't like anyone else was listening to them.
"I noticed the bride wore white. I don't remember her being pure or innocent when I had her in my bed... you?"
Jase wasn't a wedding person, either. Well, he wasn't a person who enjoyed the fluff and sap. The single girls? Definitely were a plus in his book. It was a shame Savannah didn't have more of those in attendance.
"Oh, I can definitely agree.. on all counts," Jase nodded. Truthfully, he liked Savannah. They were friendly and it was probably wrong to talk about her this way, but Jase wasn't one to think before he spoke or acted.
"Almost a shame to see a wild one tamed. I was hoping for another go someday," he smirked. Hey, it wasn't like the girl could hear them, right? And Jase was just cocky enough to believe Savannah might regret not having another go, herself. Even if he wouldn't really go after a married woman, even if she was willing.
Unlike Jase, Jeremy was officially off the market and he couldn't even take enjoyment from the single girls that seemed to flock to such events. He had a girlfriend, now, and he was forced to behave himself... even when said girlfriend ran off with the only other female he could talk to without getting himself into trouble. (Excluding his mother, of course.)
"I don't know," he chuckled. "I'm almost certain her cunt would sprout teeth and bite off my manhood if I went for seconds."
Jase and Savannah were friendly but Jeremy and Savannah really, really weren't. Their... affair, for lack of a better word, had ended on a bad note and she'd never gotten over the way he'd treated her. Then, there was also the fact that Jeremy took a sadistic pleasure from reminding his asshole brother that he'd screwed his girl.
"Which is a shame," he continued. "The girl was definitely a wild cat... I was sure she was going to break the skin with the way she scratched and bit."
Jeremy knew it was horribly wrong to speak of his brother's wife in such a manner but he couldn't help himself... plus, Jase was encouraging him.
Jase snorted. "That's cause you're an ass to her, man.. your own fault, really." There was no judgment in his tone, of course, but it was true. Jase had been nothing but a gentleman (considering he'd essentially taken advantage of a drunk, upset girl who was clearly in love with someone else) about things and he was confident that if Bryant wasn't in the picture, Savannah would had gladly given him an encore. Hell, he was confident she still thought about it, even if it wasn't ever going to actually happen.
He couldn't help grinning as his friend continued. "Oh, hell, yeah.. I think I still have scars on my back from her.. Maybe not the best I've ever had, but she comes pretty damn close, I'd say."
It really was wrong, talking like this. Jase was sure to regret it later, but right now.. he was just chatting it up with a good friend and it seemed they were both egging each other long. Oooops?
It really was unfortunate that Bryant had chosen this particular moment to grab some drinks for him and his wife. Wife. Bry smiled at the thought of that. It had been a long time coming and he couldn't be happier right now.
Of course, then he caught the conversation between his brother and that.. other guy as he approached and his eyes went wide. So, Savannah had..
He couldn't tell you why, later, his fist flew towards Jeremy and not that guy who'd just admitted to having screwed his wife. For some reason, all his anger in the moment was for her brother rather than the man who apparently still had scars from his roll in the hay with his Vannah.
"I know," Jeremy snorted. "You know I'm not usually like that but, with her, I just can't seem to stop myself." He paused to chuckle and shakes his head. "Maybe I'm just addicted to my brother's right hook."
It was funny that he happened to be saying that as his brother approached. Then again, if he'd seen his brother, the entire conversation would've been dropped for a moment.
"Definitely close," he was agreeing with Jase but that thought was lost when Bryant's fist connected with his jaw. On a good day, one where he hadn't be sucker punched, he might not have faltered at such a lick but he was completely taken by surprise and staggered a bit.
"Fuck!" he cursed as the people around them gasped, then, fell silent.
At first, Jeremy didn't even know what had hit him but after shaking his head and recovering from the sudden impact he saw his seething brother. "Dammit, Bryant," he cursed. "What the hell is your problem?"
Maybe he should have known the answer to that question but he didn't. He was working on a very basic level of thinking... WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!
Oh, fuck.
This was one of those moments when Jase both loved and hated his ability. This was his fault, and Jeremy was getting punched over it, which was pretty typical when you were Lancelot, but that didn't stop him from feeling bad about it.
He was too late to stop the first punch, but he managed to grab the groom shortly after. Being a bouncer worked to his advantage and even though Bryant fought him quite a bit, even if it was likely to get him punched, too, he managed to pull him away from Jeremy, at least.
This was really, really not good.
"You, jackass. You are my problem," Bryant retorted in disbelief. How could his brother be that stupid, to have to ask what his problem was with the conversation he'd just overheard. He pulled his fist back to take another swing, but the other man grabbed him and pulled him out of reach, which only made him angrier.
"Fuck you, man.. just... fuck you..."
No, he didn't have a better comeback than that. He was too pissed off to think of anything else. Not only was there this other guy.. but they'd been talking about his wife on their fucking wedding day like she was some common whore.
It wasn't that Jeremy was stupid. Obviously, he knew that his brother would want to hit him if he heard him speaking about his wife in such a way. However, the punch had come out of no where and he was taken completely off guard.
"You are so fucking lucky it's your wedding day, asshole," he grumbled as Jase pulled his younger brother back, preventing the boy from hitting him again. "If it wasn't, I'd be handing you your ass right about now."
Deep down, Jeremy knew that he'd been dead wrong for saying things like that about his new sister-in-law but he was far too prideful to actually admit that.
Once Bryant had excused himself to get them a drink, Savannah had, somehow, gotten trapped into a conversation with an older, chubby man. Or, more accurately, she'd gotten pulled into a lecture.
"Communication is the key to any good relationship," he was telling her. "If you're not going to talk to one another, you might as well get divorced, now."
"Yes, sir," she was replying politely and nodding as she secretly hoped the man would go away if she agreed with everything he said. Honestly, she didn't know who the man was. If he was one of her father's friends or one of the partners at the newspaper, either way she was more than tired of listening to him. "Bryant and I talk about every..."
Her words trailed off when she glanced in the direction her husband had gone, just in time to see him punch his brother right in the face. Her mouth fell open and for a solid thirty seconds, she could only stand and stare. Savannah could just imagine what he'd said to spark her husband's temper on their wedding day and she wasn't remotely angry with him as she excused herself from the lecturer with a brief, "Excuse me, I must go converse with my husband."
It took her a moment to cross the room but once she reached the trio, she rested a gentle hand on Bryant's shoulder. As willing as she was to believe that her new brother-in-law had deserved such treatment, the entire room was now staring and she didn't care to have a full blown fight in the middle of their wedding reception.
"Come dance with me, baby?" she requested, ignoring the other two men as her eyes locked with his. Savannah had no clue that Bryant had just learned of her less than stellar past with the bouncer currently holding him, had she known, she might have offered him some sort of an explanation. As it was, she was more worried about getting him away from the pair of men, than offering excuses.
Jase relaxed his grip a little when Savannah approached them. He was ready to grab the man again if need be, but what reasonable person would get violent with his wife right there.
He could have chimed in his own two cents with Jeremy's words, but he thought better of it. As much as Bryant was an ass, this wasn't the time to beat the hell out of him. Besides, he was kind of focused on keeping the guy from continuing to attack Jeremy.
He couldn't help smirking at him over Bryant's shoulder, though. It was kind of funny, that he'd had such a violent reaction to a little locker room talk, if you thought about it. You know, aside from the part where Jeremy's jaw was starting to bruise.
Bryant wasn't exactly a reasonable man, but.. he wasn't going to do this on his wedding day. He'd hit Jeremy before he could think about it, but Savannah was right there and asking him to dance and even if he wasn't exactly thrilled to find out about her and Jase - an excuse to get away from these two assholes sounded great to him.
He pulled away from Jase as soon as the man's grip loosened. "You are so fucking lucky it's my wedding day.." he growled at them both, glaring at his brother once more before slipping his hand into his wife's and pulling her away from them.
Savannah knew better than anyone how stubborn and pig headed Bryant could be and she breathed a sigh of relief when he actually pulled away from both of men and slipped his hand into hers. Usually, she would have enjoyed watching him beat his older brother to a bloody pulp but, today, she just wanted to be able to enjoy being... married. She was married... the mere thought of it brought a smile to her face.
"I love you, baby," she breathed once they were no longer in range of the other two. "I'm sorry."
She didn't know exactly what she was apologizing for but he was clearly upset by whatever his brother had done and she felt the overwhelming urge to say something comforting.
Even with what had just happened, this was the happiest day of her life and that showed in every inch of her as she walked with her husband. Husband... yeah, right now, she was thinking that she'd never be tired of that word.
Savannah's touch actually calmed him. Quite a bit, really. Yeah, his brother was an ass, but here was his wife, the woman he loved more than anything and he was set to just dance with her.
He paused, though, when she apologized, stopped walking and just stood there, looking at her.
"Did you really sleep with him?" he asked in a low tone. A part of him wanted to believe she hadn't, that Jeremy had been the only one she'd done that with when they were apart. That was bad enough. Another part of him knew he probably didn't want to know the answer, but he'd asked the question, anyway.
Savannah had hoped that they would get onto the dance floor and be able to forget that this exchange had ever taken place but she wasn't that lucky. Her brow furrowed when he stopped dead in his tracks and just... looked at her.
Something in his tone, the way that his gaze was locked with hers, should've have told her that there was more to what he was saying but it really didn't add up for her. She'd seen Bryant punch Jeremy so, surely, this had to be about Jeremy.
"I know he's an ass," she murmured back, sure to keep her voice low. "I'm sorry. I thought... he's your brother. I thought he'd ... act differently for our wedding."
If she had an inkling of an idea that he knew about Jase, she would have fessed up immediately but she didn't and she assumed he was talking about the man they'd fought about so many times the past few years.
It was unfortunate that Bryant couldn't just let it go at her obvious misunderstanding of his question and just live in denial of what he'd overheard. He couldn't, though, and even though he wasn't angry at Savannah, not with the way she was looking at him and speaking in that soft tone, he had to know.
"Not him, Van," he corrected, his voice breaking just a little bit as he shook his head. "The other one.. they said.. did you really sleep with that guy?"
Bryant couldn't even find it in him to be angry, not now, not at her. The idea that she'd been with them both made him feel hurt more than anything else.
Savannah couldn't describe the cold, hard fear that clamped painfully around her stomach when he clarified. This was it. They'd been married all of twenty minutes and he was going to leave her. Her heart clinched a little at the way his voice broke and tears flooded her eyes as she nodded in answer.
Why wasn't he yelling at her? She could have dealt with that. She could have fought with him about this. She could have yelled until she was blue in the face. She could have hit him. She could have accused him of calling her a whore. That tone, though, the look in his eyes... she knew instantly that she'd hurt him and that gutted her.
"I'm so sorry," she breathed. "You took this girl out and everyone was busy... Rosy, Jenny... everyone. I went out, trying not to think about what you were doing. I went to this club and I got so drunk that I couldn't drive home. No one could come get me..." tears spilled over onto her cheeks as she spoke. "He took me home and... God, I'm so sorry, Bry."
She opened her mouth to continue, to try and explain it all away, but the words never came. Her hand tightened like a vise around his, almost as if she was physically trying to keep him from leaving her.
Dammit, why couldn't she get mad? If she could just... it wouldn't hurt so much if she could flip this and get pissed, instead.
Bryant wasn't going to leave her. He was hurt, but.. he loved her. He always had and he always would and this wasn't going to change any of that.
Whatever hurt he was feeling for momentarily pushed aside, though, when she started to cry. "Shhhh," he whispered, pulling her into a tight hug as he discreetly started to move them out a side door outside where they could have a bit more privacy.
"Shhh, Van.. it's.. it's okay," he lied. It wasn't okay. It killed him to think of her with another man and when she explained what happened, he was struck with the urge to go back in there and beat that guy into a pulp.
"It's in the past, right?" he forced a smile as he placed a hand under her chin, tilting her face up towards his. That much was true, at least. Hurt as he was, it was in the past. He just needed to.. suck it up and move on.
A part of Savannah knew that her fears were likely irrational but that didn't stop them from gripping tightly to her gut. They'd come so close to never working it out after she'd slept with Jeremy and this... on their wedding day, no less. She was sure that he'd never want to look at her again.
Once he pulled her close, she practically collapsed into his arms and began to cry freely. "It's not okay," she informed him. "I'm so sorry, Bry. I was just... I was so drunk and desperate to not think about what you might be doing with that girl. I don't know what happened."
Regardless of what he was saying, she didn't feel any less like a whore. It was bad enough that she'd slept with his brother but to let him find out about some drunken tryst on their wedding day? Twenty years from now, she was sure that this was what would stand out in his mind the most.
"It's not even in the past," she answered. "It's forgotten. I'm... I know I've screwed up but every bit of me has always belonged to you and everything that's not you is completely forgotten. Those memories were lost the second you came back to me."
This was definitely not how she'd pictured their wedding going and regardless of his forced smiles and mumbled reassurances, she knew that this wasn't alright. How could it be?
Maybe it wasn't completely alright, but he refused to punish her for something that had happened a long time ago. Not today, of all days. When she kept apologizing, kept explaining, he pressed a finger over her lips and shook his head.
"You don't have to..." He didn't know what he wanted to say and he'd always been better with actions, anyway. Words only ever seemed to get him into trouble, anyway.
Bryant moved his finger and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her firmly against him as he kissed her. "I meant every word of those vows, Van," he whispered breathlessly when he finally pulled back to rest his forehead against hers. "For better or worse.. I'm yours. The past doesn't matter any more. You.. are my wife. And I love you. That's the only thing I care about."
Regardless of what Bryant was saying, Savannah felt the overwhelming urge to explain, to make sure that he understood. She'd been alone that night. Very few people understood how that would affect her and the one person that knew her better than anyone else on the planet had been out with another girl. As ridiculous as it sounded, she'd been sure that she'd lost him. Losing herself in as much alcohol as possible had seemed like a great plan and everything else had just... happened.
She fell silent when his finger pressed to her lips and she had to work to fight the new tears that were licking at the backs of her eyelids. The second he pulled that gentle pressure away from her lips, she opened her mouth to begin speaking again but, then, his lips were pressed to hers.
Savannah melted into the kiss and gave a little groan as he pulled her against him. She was completely speechless when he finally pulled away and she couldn't do anything other than nod and breathe.
"I love you, Bryant," she finally managed. "This is the best day of my life... I've wanted to be your wife for as long as I can remember. I'm sorry that things were so screwed up on the way here."
"Hey, it takes two, right?" Bry rubbed his thumb over her jaw and brushed a soft, brief kiss over her lips. Their problems hadn't been all her fault, even if he'd done a lot of blaming at the time. "And today is what matters, baby," he added, in case she'd missed that point before.
"I love you, Savannah.." he paused to smile before continuing.. "..Sawyer. I always have and I always will and.." he smirked a little bit.. "I can't wait to get started on that honeymoon."
It was all true, all of it. He couldn't be happier to be married to the woman in front of him, no matter what he'd overheard. It would take a lot more that finding out about a past tryst to make him regret marrying her.
It hadn't been all Savannah's fault. He was right, it did take two to fight as much as they did... and still do. However, she knew that she could fairly carry the majority of the blame. She'd broken up with him. She'd slept with his brother. Not once during their break up had she tried to tell him how much she really loved him. Honestly, she couldn't even tell you how they'd managed to finally work it out. She was just grateful that they had.
"That sounds amazing," she breathed. "Savannah Sawyer." A radiant smile swept over her features, in spite of her earlier tears. She was his wife. After years of screwing it up and getting it wrong, she was Mrs. Bryant Sawyer.
The smile she had on her face turned a little more sultry when he flirted and she couldn't help flirting right back. "It's a shame that we have so much left to do with the reception," she murmured. "Fortunately, we have a long plane ride in our immediate future."
Unable to resist, she pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss. "God, I love you," she breathed when she pulled away. "We have a little while longer with the mob. We should probably head back in."
She was so relieved to see that he wasn't ready to turn his back on her after learning about her past with Jase. It had been the one secret she'd kept from him over the years and while she hadn't felt sick with dread about it, it was nice to have it off her chest.
"Do we have to?" Bryant whined as she started to pull away and insist they should get back. That was just... not fair. It was their day and shouldn't they be able to sneak off wherever and whenever they wanted?
His arm remained securely around her waist and he pulled her back against him as he dipped his head down for another lingering kiss. Oh, he really was ready to get to the honeymooning. They were going somewhere fabulous and sunny and.. nice and private and he was definitely, definitely ready to be alone with his wife.
"There are rooms upstairs, you know," he continued with a smirk. "I'm sure we could put one to good use and still make it back in time for you to toss that bouquet.
"You know we have to," she answered. "There's an entire room full of people waiting for us."
Regardless of what she was saying, though, she didn't try to keep him from pulling her close or kissing her. Like Bryant, she was really ready to be alone with her husband but they both knew they had to be at their own wedding reception.
"There are rooms up stairs," she agreed and, for half a minute, she seriously considered what he was suggesting. "We aren't going to do that, though. It's our first time as husband and wife. It's supposed to be special."
Savannah had been worried about making their wedding night special for months. Their first time wasn't going to be a rushed affair with her wedding gown flipped over her head. Not if she had any say in the matter.
Bryant may have forgotten about his promise to make that first time special, but he was definitely, definitely going to get on that now. He remembered, now, how important it was to her and he smiled as he brushed the hair away from her face, brushing his lips lovingly over hers again.
"And it will be, love, I promise," he assured her as he let his hand slip into hers.
"C'mon, let's get this whole crowd schmoozing thing over with so I can be alone with you," he told her, giving that hand a slight squeeze. He'd just have a word with his best man and make sure things got nicely set up for their night in the honeymoon suite before he and Van headed up there.