Lavender originally wasn't planning on going to the wedding. She was in a bad mood, she had been for the past few days and it was only going to get worse. But then not going would be stupid, after all it wasn't Sam or Ruby's fault it was around the time of the anniversary of her parent's deaths. It wasn't Sam or Ruby's fault she had mixed up and messed up emotions when it came to weddings. Really not going would just be stupid, and would probably have some people asking her a lot of unwanted questions. Besides it would just be mean, because Lavender really liked Sam and Ruby, and she was happy for them - despite the cynicism.
The ceremony had been lovely and when they moved to the reception Lavender kept to herself, holding much to tightly to her flute of champagne. She hated being like this, hanging out on the fringes, she was Lavender Brown, she should be having fun and flirting with someone. She almost felt guilty a part of her felt like she was spoiling the wedding. She knew she was being what Americans called 'emo,' but it was no good. So much for the flirt who all too willingly snogged Ron back in the day.
She downed the rest of her champagne in one gulp and set the empty flute down on a table. A part of her was already trying to plot an escape, it couldn't be that hard right? There were enough people here, she doubted anyone would notice if she was gone.
Then she noticed Booth's anthropologist friend and partner standing a few feet away from her. The woman looked like she wanted to be there as much as Lavender did. Lavender ran a hand through her hair and grabbed another flute of champagne and approached her.
"You look like you want to be here as much as I do," Lavender said softly and offered a tiny smile.