Chloe Sullivan (
chloesullivan) wrote2011-03-19 04:37 pm
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Wedding reception!
[ooc: open party thread! Mingle, thread-hop, crash the party, cause drama. Whatever you feel like.]
The wedding had gone smoothly. Her dad had walked her down the isle like it should be. They had exchanged their vows and rings once more. Even if the ceremony had been just a formality, since they had been married for two weeks now, but it had still been nice to be there with their family and close friends.
After that, they had been dragged to another room in the hotel for pictures and only now were they being introduced back to their guests, this time as Mr. and Mrs. Queen.
The reception was taking place in the ballroom of the Metropolitan. The decoration was, unsurprisingly, green. Dinner would be served but drinks and appetizers were already available for those who wanted them.
Chloe just hoped his part of the day went as smoothly as the rest of it had.
The wedding had gone smoothly. Her dad had walked her down the isle like it should be. They had exchanged their vows and rings once more. Even if the ceremony had been just a formality, since they had been married for two weeks now, but it had still been nice to be there with their family and close friends.
After that, they had been dragged to another room in the hotel for pictures and only now were they being introduced back to their guests, this time as Mr. and Mrs. Queen.
The reception was taking place in the ballroom of the Metropolitan. The decoration was, unsurprisingly, green. Dinner would be served but drinks and appetizers were already available for those who wanted them.
Chloe just hoped his part of the day went as smoothly as the rest of it had.
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It was a little early to be that wasted, so he hung back and watched from afar.
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"You gonna make it, or do you need an exit? I can have Happy bring the car around."
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"I d... I don't know. This feels... different." She was panting, the blood quickly drained from her features.
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"What do you need?"
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"I'm fine, Smallville," she muttered, lowering herself onto a spare chair outside. "No hospital, Tony. Just get me home, okay?"
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He hovered over her, fretting. He could tell this was more than just a few too many drinks.
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"I'll be fine. Probably just that stomach bug come back to haunt me," she insisted, offering him a weak smile. "I'll text you, okay?"
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"I'll meet you at your place after I put Conner to bed."
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"Nhh, keep the windows open, Happy," she pleaded, pressing her forehead to the window's edge and shutting her eyes.
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He picked him up and ran him home, explaining that Lois had a stomach ache and he was going to go take care of her. He promised Conner that Grandma would read him his bedtime story before he left the house, following Tony's car.
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"No hospitals," she repeated, reaching a shaky hand for her purse. She tossed her phone at him. "Call Emil. Tell him it's happening sooner than we thought." She winced, curling into a ball and sucking in a breath.
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"You're my hero, Tony," she muttered before promptly keeling over into a fetal position, head resting on his thigh.
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"Yeah, yeah. Tell me that when you're not puking in foliage."
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"I'll be okay," she murmured, sounding thoroughly unconvinced herself. Pulling her knees into her chest, she attempts another deep breath. "I'll be fine."
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A bright blue line of line zeroes in on Lois. After a sweep, Jarvis's voice filled the cabin, "I detect the presence of an unidentified non-terrestrial parasite, sir. It has attached to her uterus. Calculations put the likeliness of her survival between 2 and 0.3%." Jarvis paused then. "I am very sorry, sir."
"Non-terrestrial parasite?" Tony echoed. Superman? The daddy was Superman? Okay, not the point. "You know, I think dying is one of those things that you should tell people, honey." His voice was level, not raised at all. Tony was very proud at himself.
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