Who: Tesla Spencer, Logan Echolls, Jeremiah Parish, all invited.
When: Tomorrow, Sunday, September 21st, 4:PM UTC (Coordinated Universal Time, pplz)
Where: The beach, Santorini, Greece.
What: Nuptials.
Warnings/Status: Swearing, if anything, maybe drug or underage alcohol consumption but let's all try to behave and make this go smooth, it's gonna be crazy enough :P. In progress.
How it works: Please to see my OOC post in the OOC comm before commenting, it should be up within five minutes or so of posting this. Some order will be needed for this to not get too crazy to play.

I apologize in advance for the length of this prompt and do NOT expect replies to match this, there's just a lot of stuff to get us all to an even point.

( I could stay awake just to hear you breathin'. Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you're far away, I'm dreaming, I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever, for every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure. . )

Who: Carlton Lassiter and Shawn Spencer.
Where: Some drink place in Santa Barbara.
When: Earlier this evening.
What: Smoothies.
Warnings: Eh, swearing probably, I'll edit if it gets worse.

A date. Great. Shawn had sucked up the nerve to suggest they not just get together and have shameless, vigorous sex, he wanted to go on a date. Lassiter sighed as he drove onto the street that the little shop he was meeting him at was located on, glancing into the rearview mirror once again to double check that he didn't look like a complete idiot.

He parked on the street, popped money into the meter and walked inside, giving the place one of his cool, careful scans before spotting Shawn. He made his way over, managing an awkward smile before sitting down. "Hi."

Who: Tesla Spencer and Carlton Lassiter
Where: A bar and her car.
When: This evening, now-ish.
What: A friendly chat, at one point too friendly.
Warnings: Drunkenness, some sexual harassment. Nothing serious.

( Tess was annoyed, to say the least. )

Who: Detective Carlton Lassiter and his mystery date. Aka Shawn Spencer.
Where: A nice little Chinese place in Santa Barbara California.
When: Wednesday Evening.
What: Jules has been an evil, evil little girl.
Warnings/Status: Uh swearing? Man!Angst. Nothing serious I do not think.

Carlton walked into the restaurant with a sheepish expression, adjusting his tie for the fifteenth time before he walked over to the hostess and asked what table he was supposed to be at. She pointed without looking and he thanked her with a grumpy little sound of acknowledgment, before he turned to walk in that direction. He froze, when he saw most of the tables that way were vacant, save one, where his not-so-psychic enemy, scratch that, arch-nemesis was sitting by himself. He was entirely not in the mood.

He walked over with purpose, stopping to glare down at Shawn so when he looked up he could see how pissed off he was. "Spencer, I'm hardly in the mood, whatever this is, it can wait. I'm supposed to be meeting someone here and I don't know what you had to do to get my whereabouts from Detective O'Hara, but I am not amused!"