lucetilogs | The first step is the one you believe in

Who: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, and everyone who has gathered there today.
What: A wedding and reception
When: Sept 14, All Day
Where: Cherry Blossom Hill / The Battle Dome
Summary: Pepper and Tony are getting married ~~finally~~ ~~officially~~ finally.
Rating: PG/PG-13 max? There's at least one kid here.
The decorations on the hill are simple ones; they've chosen this spot because it's naturally beautiful without the need for embellishments. Chairs have been set up for the expected guests, with a clear path laid out for the wedding party. And of course up front there is a place for those people to stand, in sight of everyone gathered so Tony won't be able to tell Pepper "I told you so" as color commentary won't be necessary.

After the ceremony everyone will be invited to go to the Battle Dome for the reception. There Tony's programmed an expansive hall with tables and seating enough for everyone. There's also a dance floor, which everyone is encouraged to take advantage of. The atmosphere is warm and vibrant, clearly intended to help all in attendance have a good time. Dinner will be served, and there's an open bar, with rum by request of the officiant.

Just don't get too rowdy, okay kids?

{{ooc: Visual references and details can be found here. Link is very image heavy. There will be separate threads for before the ceremony, during, and the reception.

EDIT: Now with a sign up to catch the bouquet!}}

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"Mmm." She takes a considering sip. "It's not something I tend to focus on for myself, though when I run into other people who seem to have conflicted thoughts on the matter, I can't help but look at my own life and reason it out that way, while still leaving it open for them to make their own choice."

"So you give advice on matters that you yourself have not made decisions on?"

With his very calm, neutral voice, it's easy for his words to the lose the faint upturn in tone that signifies it as a question. It's all that makes it sound polite rather than judgmental.

Even if his voice lacks that questioning tone, it's not hard to imagine it being there. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he had picked apart something she had said.

A longer sip of the drink, this time.

"Sometimes people just want to organize their thoughts with a neutral party."

"Neutral party."

He echoes those words and considers his drink as it is brought to him, but makes no further comment on the matter. Instead, he rotates his glass a few times before lifting it to his lips and taking a long drink.

Not appreciating the fairly decent wine, but he would rather it not go to waste now that it had been poured.

Frowning, Raine gives him a long look, watching him consider his drink and how he gives her no other comment, how he could question her words and then dismiss them all at once, before shaking her head and focusing on her own drink. She still wasn't much of a drinker by any standard in Luceti. It was likely this was more than what she should have been intaking. It was a wedding; an occasion to "celebrate". Even if, perhaps, that wasn't the reason at all.

There had been something more she wanted to ask him, but as usual he had to make her question why she even thought it might have been something to ask, especially at this time.

Albert lowers the glass and shuts his eyes as he exhales, mindful of how the alcohol would hit him. He was never one to make his timing predictable -- and it shows in how he now turns his head towards Raine and holds a hand out to her.

"Care to dance?"

Raine's expression, humorously enough, is a brief flutter of emotions when she looks back toward him, her veiled annoyance cautiously flitting to surprise. There's no need, even, to ask if she's heard him correctly, because he's already holding a hand out to her.

Sometimes, it was just better not to question the moment. She sets her glass down, and places her hand in his waiting one.

"... Yes, I would."

He allows a faint smile that gradually turns into a smirk at her reaction, nodding at Raine as he curls his fingers around hers and draws her towards the dance floor. His steps are steady and sure through the crowded simulated venue, and he doesn't release Raine's hand until they are actually standing on the dance floor.

"What was it now? Daring to dream?" he muses aloud, raising a brow at Raine as he adjusts his grip to better clasp her hand.

Raine at first is quiet as he leads her to the floor, taking in her surroundings, her pulse inching up a notch. Thanks to the drink, she's more relaxed, but it hasn't been enough to affect her balance.

When Albert speaks again, she allows herself to smile, and then that breaks to a soft chuckle. "... You're unbelievable, you know."

"Did I surprise you?" It's a light tease, considering he had seen how she reacted. He tips his head towards the ceiling to sigh, still recovering from that long gulp of wine, before returning his attention to preparing to dance.

While it had been quite awhile since he had last danced like this, he had been formally trained while growing up -- a part of growing up a noble, even if the weight of nobility was fading in Toran by the time he had grown up.

"Mind your feet; it's been awhile since I have done this." He should give a warning, at least.

The most recent time Raine had danced, it had been with Grune at an Art Club party. Although she was certain this would be very different from that experience.

"Well, what do we have to lose? I'll just have to keep up with you." Trusting him, perhaps, not to lead her astray. She wasn't formally trained by any means, but she could follow along.

A faint hum, thoughtful, escapes as he takes Raine's right hand in his left, then guides her left hand to rest on his shoulder. "Closed position." He says the term as if reciting, his own right hand settling at her waist. "Typically, your back should be very straight and your shoulders squared... But we are hardly being judged at the moment."

Though there is no smile, there's a smirk in his voice, and he begins to lead with practiced grace -- somewhat stilted at first, but quick to gain confidence.

"I would hope not." A wry response to the thought of 'being judged'. Luckily for them, the people around them were certainly more absorbed in themselves to pay any mind to an additional pair of dancers.

Raine follows his lead, taking a moment to adjust to the steps, mentally counting them off. Her movements are more relaxed, though she keeps her spine as straight as possible at his suggestion, doing her best to maintain her balance for the dance maneuvers.

The first step is the one you believe in

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