» DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME //

[thalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT | BETH AS FLETCHER | HOPE IT'S OKAY!  Thalia had just gotten away from a bachlorette party gone wrong. Her bride had gotten wasted beyond belief and Thalia'd had to practically carry her home, narrowly dodging getting vomited on. It was all very disgusting, but nothing Thalia hadn't seen before. She'd never really seen the point in getting drunk the night before a wedding. Just gave you bloodshot eyes and sensitivity to practically everything. But after Thalia had managed to get her client home, skillfully avoiding all vomit, she had headed straight to the supermarket, which was thankfully still open so late. She'd remembered on her way home that she was out of toilet paper and whipped cream (which was practically a staple in her life, whipped cream and cake were the answer to all problems whatsoever) and she'd gone straightaway before she'd forget, tomorrow being a wedding, after all, she'd not have enough time for shopping until she got home.   She reached up and pulled her hair out of it's signature bun as she walked into the store, shaking loose her blonde waves and sighing as she pulled the rubber band around her wrist, ignoring the looks she was getting for her rather extravagant outfit in the grocery store. Her night had already been long enough, honestly. Her high heels clacked against the floor as she found her way to the toilet paper and after that, her trip to the whipped cream. She finally took a look around, this time, to make sure that no one really was looking at her. Luckily, no one seemed to be. But what she did manage to see made her do a (probably extremely comical looking, to be honest) double take.    It couldn't be. It couldn't be! No, he had left, right after she graduated, she was crazy to even think that it could be him. But the resemblance was uncanny, and she couldn't help herself from slowly but surely, pausing every once in a while, walking towards him. He didn't seem to notice her, but that didn't deter her. "Fletch?" She asked in almost a whisper, her eyebrows knitted together. Then she cleared her throat and straightened a little, so she didn't seem like she was creeping on him or anything. "Fletcher Donovan?" She asked a little louder, a small but extremely bewildered smile on her lips. She'd never thought he would ever come back, by the way he'd been talking about it. Thalia had never really wanted to leave Capeside. She'd always loved it there, but Fletcher had never really seemed content there, unfortunately, and he'd basically broken her heart in leaving, though she'd never let him know that.

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[fletcher]

If his fiance was pregnant, he was going to throw himself in front of the next bus, car, or train he saw. Was that a bit of an overreaction? Probably, especially since most men would be elated to find that the woman they were about to marry was also carrying their little love spawn. The only problem was, Fletcher wasn’t the paternal sort. Sure, kids were cute and alright to bother, but to actually have one that was half him? No thanks, that wasn’t on the top of his list right now. Perhaps a monkey, he could handle having his very own monkey, but otherwise he just wanted...a nap. Yes, he wanted a nap.

But he couldn’t nap-- or just go to sleep, since the evening was wearing on-- because his beautiful bride to be wanted Oreo ice cream, mayonnaise, and paper towel. What she wanted with all those things, he didn’t know, but like the dutiful man he’d turned in to, he had put some pants on and went to the store. Fletcher briefly wondered if this was what his life was going to be like from now on: evening runs for cravings and potential house hold clean ups. Lord he hoped not.

Ah yes, the pregnancy things. Well, Oreo ice cream and mayo-- those were cravings, right? Maybe not the mayo-- or maybe it WAS-- but definitely the ice cream. It was either that she was pregnant or she was already turning into one of those scary monster brides. To be quite honest, Fletch would rather deal with a scary monster bride. Did that make him a chicken? No, no he liked to think he was rather manly.

Although as soon as he hit the cleaning supply aisle and was confronted with several racks of paper towel, he started to question whether or not this was normal. Then again, for the past handful of years, his ‘normal’ was lying as still as possible in the mud or sad or flora in order to get one nice picture. He’d suffered some tropic diseases he’d never heard of, gotten bit by things bigger than his palm, and almost was trampled by a hippo-- yet somehow, outside all of that, the task of picking out the proper paper towel seemed horribly daunting.

Sighing, he grabbed the one with the possessed looking cats on the front and wandered to the sundae aisle. Did that exist? Oh, no. But there was ice cream on one half and some things to put on ice cream, among other things, on the other side. As he debated the pros and cons of getting caramel sauce versus hot fudge, he felt a lurking presence. A strange, stalkery, creepy-- wait no, just a lurking presence. Just as he looked up, he heard his name. At least he wasn’t crazy.

”Well, I’ll be damned,” he said, an easy grin spreading across his face without hesitation, ”fancy meeting you here Miss....Fancy. Since when did people start dressing up to buy toilet paper?” he asked teasingly, grabbing her in a strange sort of one arm hug-- they were both holding large paper products. For a moment the thought crossed his mind that she might want to kick him in the balls instead since he was the one that had broken up with her, but then the thought floated away; she was always more mature than him. ”How’ve you been, Tals?” he asked, his nickname for her escaping his lips. Would she even want him calling her that now that she wasn’t his girlfriend?

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[thalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT | BETH AS FLETCHER | LOL I AM WAY TOO EXCITED FOR THIS THREAD. Thalia wasn't sure if she was glad it was him or not. One one hand, it meant she wasn't going crazy and imagining his face everywhere she went again. But on the other hand, this was the man who had broken her heart- what was it, five years ago? It really didn't seem like it'd been that long. Strange. She must be getting old. But one thing was undeniable- her knees still went completely weak when he smiled at her. She almost didn't even hear what he'd said because she was too busy staring at that beautiful grin she had missed so much- but she managed to catch it. She shook herself out of her memories and flashed him what she hoped would be considered a sexy smile. “Well, it's been a long time since you've been gone, Mister Adventurous. Things've changed ’round here.” She wiggled her eyebrows and giggled as he grabbed her and yanked her into a slightly awkward one-armed hug. Oh, he was so lucky she didn't hold a grudge against him for just up and leaving her. But she'd understood. Lots of people just had it in their blood to travel. Thalia was never that person. She hadn't been willing to sacrifice her home, just as he hadn't been willing to sacrifice his dreams. She got it. Maybe she was a little bitter, but if he didn't understand why, he was an absolute moron. She had to force back the most ridiculous, childish giggle that came along with him referring to her as her old nickname. Mature. She was attempting to come across as mature and.. maybe even coquette. Not like she was the eighteen year old he'd left. Calling her Tals was a really cheap shot. “Oh, that's right. You haven't been around, you wouldn't know..” She trailed off, raising her eyebrows and smirking at him slightly. “I've been just fine, big boy, looks like you have been too.” She said in a teasing tone, cocking a hip and putting her hand on it as she tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows and looked him over. This was a side of her she was almost positive he'd never seen, probably because it hadn't existed in high school, but she'd grown out of her shy, closet geek persona in high school. She had changed. Okay, so maybe she still was a geek. Maybe she was still pretty quiet and she still had this weird, innate desire for weddings and making people happy.  But she had learned a lot from Audrey, eventually she'd grown comfortable and confident in herself. No longer just the sidekick, now she had a personality of her own. “But all the same, it's always nicer to ask. So, how've you been, Donovan?” She asked as she raised her eyes back to his face with a grin.

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[fletcher]

Even though he sort of dumped her-- okay, he really dumped her; there was no ‘sort of’ in the situation-- it didn’t mean it was easy for him. He’d really fallen for her, he honestly had, and even when he was off rolling about with poisonous snakes and beautiful song birds, she still crept into his thoughts. He’d barely been back in Capeside for a few days; it just had to be her that he ran into, didn’t it? Now all Fletcher could think of was what he had left behind. Seeing Thalia made him think of his fiance; what if he’d stayed in Capeside? Would it be Tals that he was about to walk down the aisle with? He preferred not to think about the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could have beens’. He never lived in the past before and he wasn’t about to start.

Instead, he was just going to be happy to see an old, if not painfully beautiful, friend. Fletcher grinned and nodded. ”True, but if that’s the case then I hardly comply to the current dress code,” he said, looking down at himself. He was always just one of those jeans and a t-shirt type guys. Throw on a sweater in the winter and he was golden. He needed to procure a tux, didn’t he? That was really his only job with the wedding, besides the cake tasting. He’d been quite clear that if he couldn’t do anything else, he was going to taste delicious cake. He’d won.

”Ouch, hitting me where it hurts,” he said dramatically. ”Alright, I guess I deserved that one, huh? If it’s any consolation, I almost got trampled to death by a hippopotamus.” Would that be a happy thought to Thalia? Girls didn’t like it when guys broke up with them, so knowing he almost died because of his decisions might please her a little bit. Maybe.

Fletcher grinned and couldn’t stop his eyes from, well, eying her at the small pop of her hip. She’d always been beautiful and he’d always been attracted to her, but the years had done her well. Too well, it seemed. He wasn’t supposed to think about another woman this way, was he? No, no he wasn’t supposed to. He needed to stop. She also needed to not be wearing red high heels in a grocery store that would make any man drop to his knees. ”I’m tan, if that’s anything,” he joked, sticking his arms out. Considering when he wasn’t sleeping, he didn’t everything outside, it’d be weird if he was still pasty.

For a moment the man was distracted by her somewhat cheeky grin, then he tuned in to the fact that he was supposed to answer her question. ”I’ve been great; had the time of my life, really. Went all around Africa, a little bit of South America, a few different rain forests, spent some time seeing what it’s like in the lives of the people native to wherever I happen to be. It was really...exhilarating,” he said, brightening at the thoughts of his travels. It was what he lived for, what he’d always wanted to do. ”I’m actually back in Capeside because I’m getting married,” he said with a nod. That felt weird to say out loud.

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[thalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT?| BETH AS FLETCHER | HOPE IT'S OKAY! Thalia couldn't help but giggle again at his words, raising her eyebrows and grinning. “Honestly, you ought to get kicked out of this here classy establishment. But don't worry, I'll tell them you're with me and I think you'll make it out unscathed.” She said, putting much emphasis on the word think, and nodding very seriously. She smirked again as he dramatically took that blunt but playful comment, and she resisted the urge to stick out her tongue at him. “Yes, you certainly did deserve that,” She replied, but her eyes widened and she touched his arm (attempting her very hardest not to swoon at the size of that sucker) as if to make sure he was still there as he mentioned nearly being trampled by a hippopotamus. “Wait, seriously?” And then before it could be misconstrued as her worrying about his health, she continued. “Please tell me someone caught that on tape. Please.“ She wasn't altogether certain whether or not he was pulling her leg about the hippopotamus thing, but she couldn't deny she was a bit worried, who made up getting run over by a hippopotamus? .. Besides possibly Fletcher, that is. As she considered the seriousness of this, she let go of his arm, grinning. “Well, the tan is an improvement, I must admit..”She agreed with a slight chuckle, shaking her head. His stories sounded actually really exciting. Sounded like him, really. A soft, warm smile grew on her lips as she listened to him talking about his travels. “Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Fletch.” She said genuinely. Honestly. She was glad he was happy. Though the next thing that he said completely caught her off guard, and her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open slightly, and she dropped everything she was holding. Married. Fletcher Jack Donovan was getting married. There were so many things wrong with that statement, but Thalia couldn't help but think that the worst thing about it was that it wasn't her he was getting married to. She had absolutely no idea how to respond to that. She kind of just froze there on the spot, and then she sort of made a strange, rather strangled sounding laugh. “Married?” She asked, not being able to say anything else. “Married!” A pause, as she soaked it in. Since when was a wedding a weapon? He might as well have just shot her in the heart right then and there. Weddings were Thalia's thing, and it felt like he was using it against her. How was that even possible? How did that even work? “That's.. great- Wonderful! Geez, Fletch, way to catch a girl off guard!” She flung her hand up to her face, and then lunged forward to hug him again regardless of the fact that he was holding.. whatever he was holding. And then she let go a split second later, remembering she had dropped her purse, and knelt to the ground to pick everything up, coming up quickly and flashing a smile at him. It was a really good thing they were in the ice cream isle because it looked like tonight was going to be an absolute, all out pity bingefest. Really, where was Audrey when Thalia needed her?

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[fletcher]

Even though it was late, he could clearly tell by the other patrons in the establishment that there was not some new weird grocery shopping attire, though he liked joking with Thalia. It felt like time hadn’t really moved, though at the same time she was all grown up. ”Right, well, I thank you for defending my honour,” he said, throwing her a wink. He reached out his free hand and poked her earring. ”Tell me, why on Earth are you dressed up in a grocery store? A bar, I’d understand, but I think grocery stores and little black dresses are a bit of a juxtaposition.” Fletcher was curious. He was always a curious creature and never stopped asking questions, even if it bothered the people he’d managed to start a conversation with.

Fletcher did feel bad that he left her. He’d never forgive himself for leaving her. He felt like almost-death-by-hippo was enough of a punishment. He nodded, grinning slightly at her fear, then frowned like a grumpy child when she spoke once more. ”I happened to be with two men, neither of which spoke English and grew up in mud huts. They’ve never even heard of a videotape,” he said. ”Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart.” He felt like Thalia would get just a little bit too much pleasure out of his near death experience. She’d gotten a bit more feisty, hadn’t she?

Fletch laughed and wondered how fast his tan would fade in Capeside, out of the hot African glare of the sun. Not that he really cared, but it was just something he’d probably end up noticing. He smiled and nodded. ”It really was worth all the bad parts, Thalia, it was just so perfect, tropical sicknesses and animal bites included,” he said. And he definitely wasn’t done traveling, not by a long shot. If he stayed in one place for more than three months, he might as well sell his soul and get some sort of pencil pushing job.

At the sound of the items dropping, he flailed slightly and bend down to help her collect her things. ”Now, now, ladies aren’t supposed to bend over in dresses,” he chided and handed her back her things. Fletch raised an eyebrow at her angry-goose type sound and chuckled to himself. ”You’ve heard that term before, right?” he teased. Alright, he understood her surprise. He didn’t ever picture himself as the marriage type, either. It wasn’t that he was against commitment, he just didn’t think there’d be a woman in the world to put up with him.

He held his papertowel and hugged her at the same time, smiling happily. ”Thanks, Tals,” he said cheerfully. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled bashfully. ”Sorry, you asked what was going on, thought that was the sort of thing you meant,” he chuckled. ”What about you? Surely someone’s scooped you up. My God, Tals, you really have gotten impossibly more beautiful, if it’s not too much for me to say,” he said, seeing nothing wrong in complimenting a rather true fact.

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[thalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT| BETH AS FLETCHER | =D "Anytime, anytime." Thalia's smile widened when he winked. Oh, he was ever a charming devil, wasn't he? "Hey!" she chuckled, biting playfully at his hand when he poked at her earring. "You're the one with the wild imagination, aren't you? Can't figure it out yourself?" She tilted her head to the side. "Obviously, I became a stripper, duh. My one true passion. But a classy stripper. Not like those super sparkly slut-strippers with all their cheap tricks." Regardless of the fact that she couldn't even watch a racy movie without running out of the room squealing 'ewww' at least once. "..Or, ya know, I just got away from a bachelorette party." Which really didn't sound quite so interesting, but, still. Thalia giggled so hard she snorted as he frowned, and then she covered her mouth. "Aww. Well, maybe next time." She tsked in faux disappointment. She really couldn't help it, that look on his face was just really hilarious. Of course she didn't really want to see him getting nearly run over by a hippo. Thalia wouldn't wish that on anyone. But he didn't need to know that, did he now? She actually felt a little disappointed that he had so much fun without her. But it was her fault she didn't go with him. It wasn't her fault that she had so many things she would rather do in Capeside that she couldn't do in the rest of the world, however. But at the same time, Thalia really was glad that he had a good time living out his dreams. She fought to keep her smile from drooping as he told her how worth it it was. "Well, I'm happy for you, I really am." She told him with a renewed smile. "Strippers aren't ladies, babe, in case you hadn't heard." she said with her eyebrows raised as she straightened from her unladylike bend in search for her items, which he helped her pick up. "Thank you. And wedding planners sort of live for the words 'I'm getting married', so yes, I'd say I've heard the term," She almost snapped, but somehow or other managed to turn her tone as light as she possibly could under the circumstances, with another airy laugh. She really was not sure why she hugged him. Mostly, she figured, probably because once he couldn't see her face she mouthed a lot of.. let's just say unladylike and not-very-Thalia words. "Right, of course, duh. Those were just.. the last words I ever expected coming from you. .. No offense." She waved her arms in the air slightly, shaking her head. She was so entirely caught off guard that it was not even funny, she couldn't even barely concentrate on what he was saying. She shook her head with her lips pursed slightly in a thin smile. "Funny, that is exactly what my grandmother says every single time I see her." She told him with a slightly forced laugh, blushing so hard she was sure she looked like a tomato. "Apparently, I'm just so beautiful I'm intimidating to men. But thanks for the sentiment anyway. The years have been good to you, too." Hello, understatement of the century.

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[fletcher]

A lady in a black dress, red heels, and pretty hair. There was only one explanation. ”You’re the classiest of all prostitutes!” he said cheerfully. Fletcher was joking, of course, and it was only afterwards that he hoped she still had the same sense of humour otherwise he might have just offended a rather gorgeous woman with spiky heels that she could rip off and stab him in the eye with. He snapped his fingers and sighed to himself. ”Damn, and I was this close to being right. So, where do you work? I’ll have to come visit,” he said with a smirk, unable to resist himself. Fletch frowned slightly, displeased by the actual answer. He plucked the caramel sauce off the shelf beside them and decided his lovely bride to be would just have to deal with it if she wanted hot fudge instead. ”That’s less exciting,” he said with a small joking pout.

”The more you keep talking, the more I believe you have some fetish in which me getting savagely murdered by large mammals turns you on. You’re quite the strange woman, y’know that?” he asked, nodding as if he was very concerned. At least she hadn’t tried to kick him in the crown jewels or something else painful and unfortunate. He was surprised, nonetheless. He didn’t even think he could blame her. She would get one free shot, if she wanted it; not that he would tell her that-- it was all in his head. But after the first kick he was done and she was just mean.

Her smile made him sad. He tried to imagine what it would have been like if Thalia had just come with him, traveled the world by his side. Hell, she could have been the woman that he was about to pledge himself to. He supposed that sometimes the world just worked in mysterious ways. He preferred to just go with it anyways; it was much more easy than trying to mess with fate. If he’d learnt anything from aimlessly studying Greek mythology, he knew enough not to piss off the fates. It never ended well.

Fletcher laughed loudly before he could stop himself. He couldn’t imagine Thalia as a stripper. Sure, he could imagine her taking her clothes off-- he might have been engaged but he was still a man, for Christ’s sake-- but not for money and in front of a room full of people. ”Sorry, I’m not usually trying to listen when women take off their clothes in front of me,” he said, shaking his head. He had to admit that he never thought she’d be a wedding planner. Not that she was against commitment-- the thought had just never occurred to him. ”A wedding planner, huh? Does that mean you’ve got your own wedding day already planned to the tee?” he asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, absentmindedly waving it off. ”None taken. Hell, if someone’d asked me even a year ago if I’d ever get married, I probably would have laughed in their face and proceeded to get up close and personal with a king cobra,” he said. The idea of him being married was a bit peculiar, wasn’t it? It was almost like Fletch didn’t have enough patience to deal with marriage. He’d have to go back at some point and figure out just what did possess him to propose to a woman. Oh well, he’d do that another day. He grinned: Fletch always loved it when she blushed. It was perhaps the single most attractive quality that woman had, even though it seemed a little out of it to be considered attractive. To Fletch, it was adorable. ”Are you telling me I don’t have to beat away a line up of boys with a baseball bat? Hmm, that doesn’t seem right. Ah well, I guess you’ll just have to spend all your time with me, now that I’m back. Which, I believe, means coffee and bagels,” he nodded as if he knew everything. Just like old times. The coffee and bagels part. Well, and the pretending to know everything bit. He really hadn’t changed much.

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[thalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT| BETH AS FLETCHER | KNOWING THALIA, PROBABLY NOT. XD Thalia couldn't help but laugh at Fletcher's first guess. Because really, she had hooker written all over her forehead, didn't she? "Ooh, so close." She said encouragingly as he snapped his fingers in disappointment. She had no idea there were even strip clubs in Capeside, honestly. "Please. Like I give that out to any guy in the supermarket." She flipped out her hair dramatically. "I'd never be able to leave, I'd be swamped with clients. You know, they always want so much from me." She sighed, as though this was such a demanding imaginary occupation. "Yeah, well, I had to carry out the bride to be and dodge projectile vomit, if that makes it any better." She shrugged with a grin. Thalia's eyebrows raised as he mentioned her fascination with his being trampled by large mammals. "Yes. Yes, that is exactly it, you got me. The thought of hippos murdering you is so hot." Thalia said sarcastically, running her tongue over her teeth. This conversation was already so strange for Thalia. Her conversations did not usually include any of the topics they'd been covering in the past however many minutes they'd seen each other. Thalia nodded slowly as he responded, shrugging. "I could see how that would be a problem." She murmured, smiling softly. "Yep, a wedding planner. But as for my wedding, if it ever happens, I've only got bits and pieces of it." Skillfully leaving out the fact that the wedding she liked to dream about included Fletcher the majority of the time. Though sometimes it included George Clooney instead, but honestly, who didn't have that dream every once in a while? She bit her lip gently as he explained that he wouldn't have imagined it happening, either. Though Thalia couldn't help but wonder how he'd done it. Or why, for that matter. But how was always a big thing for Thal. She loved hearing the sweet, romantic proposal stories, and her clients loved telling them to her. Maybe they'd cover that later. Then again, maybe she didn't want to hear it. Might just make her want to cry even more than she already wanted to. It was a really good thing she'd been in the drama club in high school. Acting skills were really what she needed to get through this or else she probably would have ditched her toilet paper and ran as soon as she heard the words "I'm getting married" coming from his lips. "Looks that way." She put her palms up and shrugged with a small laugh. "Such a shame." Honestly, Thalia couldn't figure out how she was supposed to get out of this conversation. She had missed him so much- don't get me wrong. But she still felt like going home and sobbing and watching Audrey Hepburn movies and eating ice cream until she either died or passed out or went into a sugar coma or something. "Oh, I have to, do I?" She asked, raising her eyebrows again. "I'll have you know, I have a very packed schedule.. I'll have to squeeze you in. Like a sardine." She informed him. "Besides, I'm sure you and your fiancée will be very.. busy anyway, no need to include another beautiful young woman such as myself to stir in drama- we don't want her getting jealous, now do we?" Thalia said in very matter-of-fact tone, though her face betrayed that she was only teasing. As if anyone would or could ever be jealous of Thalia Reese. She could never really see that happening. "But if it's cool with her and I have enough time, coffee and bagels sound just fine."

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[fletcher]

The mere idea of Thalia being a prostitute or a stripper was hilarious in Fletcher’s mind. Though they’d dated for quite some time, they had never slept together-- much to Fletch’s dismay. To go from one end of the spectrum to the other so rapidly was crazy, and definitely not something Thalia would ever do. ”Really? Not even for an old friend? Gosh, I didn’t know you were such an in-demand stripper. Now I feel left out,” he said with a frown. Thalia. A stripper. Maybe his own personal stripper? He liked the idea. Damnit, he needed someone to punch him in the face. He needed to stop thinking dirty thoughts about his ex-girlfriend, especially when he was about to get married. It wasn’t his fault that she was putting those images in his mind. ”It would only be better if the bride was 500 pounds and you had somehow acquired super human strength.”

Fletcher laughed and shook his head. ”Your new fetish worries me, Thalia,” he said. ”But next time I go to Africa or somewhere, I’ll let you know so you can tag along with a video camera. I’ve always wanted to go to Indian; they have elephants there. So really, you can take your pick. I must say that I’d prefer to be eaten by a hippo, like the Egyptian pharaoh Menes.” What a way to go. Out of all of Fletcher’s readings, the thing he remembered most about Menes was the death-by-hippo part of it all. Sure, the pharaoh may have united Upper and Lower Egypt, but the hippo thing captured Fletch’s attention.

”The bits and pieces, eh? Good. Y’know why that’s good? Because if you have this huge dream wedding panned out, you’re not going to be able to get everything you want and you’ll end up disappointed. This way it allows for wiggle room and you’ll be happy. And besides, everyone knows the only really important part is the food,” he said, nodding as he pretended to be seriously. Okay...he was pretty serious. That was the important part to him: especially the cake. Was he already failing at being a husband? Probably.

Fletcher nodded as if this were important business. ”Definitely,” he stated solidly. ”Please, this whole wedding planner thing? Yeah, it’s just a facade. A facade to make me think you’re all busy and important, so that you have some sort of excuse to ignore me. Who knows? Maybe you always wander around the grocery store like this and you’ve just made up some elaborate back story to cover for it. I bet that’s it. I’m on to you, Reese,” he said, narrowing his eyes jokingly at her. Fletcher laughed; the idea of his fiance getting jealous amused him. ”Maybe she’ll turn into a dragon and smoke will come out of her ears,” he joked. Oh wait, he was supposed to be worried about her being jealous. Damnit. He swore, someone needed to make him a guidebook at how to be a good groom. ”Thalia, look at me: when have you ever known me to let someone dictate who I will and won’t see?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and giving her a grin. He had a terrible habit of never doing what people wanted him to do. ”And hey, if it’s any extra incentive, maybe I’ll choke on my bagel and then a car will run over me. I mean, it’s not quite as good as getting trampled by a hippo, but I feel like it might be the American version of it.”

words: 620 - tagged: thalia - notes: I really want to watch 27 dresses now. wedding stuff. james franco reminding me of james marsden. DAMMIT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY -headdesk- xD

[thalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT| BETH AS FLETCHER | LOL I'M SORRY <3. "Not even for an old friend." Thalia shook her head firmly. "You'll just have to find me yourself. Won't even give you my stripper name." Mostly because she couldn't think of one at a moment's notice. He looked a bit too excited about the idea of Thalia being a stripper. She really wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing. Either way, it brought a blush to her cheeks as well as anything else would, and a slightly nervous giggle as well. "Okay.. well, I guess my life is uninteresting because she wasn't five hundred pounds, more like one forty. At the most." Though why Thalia was giving up that information to Fletcher, she had no idea whatsoever. Honestly, she wouldn't want anyone broadcasting her weight around to their ex boyfriends, though her client would probably never find out. Still, she felt rather guilty about it. Thalia shrugged. "I have to admit, I seem to be worrying a lot of people lately." She said, shaking her head. "I really have become a bad girl." Her lips pursed and her eyes sparkled with mischief. Oh, she was being horrible, she really truly was. She really should try to contain herself.. But it was harder than she thought. "Ooh, sexy." She said as he informed her that she would be invited to join him to witness his being trampled. Or eaten. By a hippopotamus. Her face betrayed her disgust though, as she imagined someone being eaten by a hippopotamus, of all things.  Thalia shook her head as Fletcher asked her whether she knew why it was a good thing that she didn't have her entire wedding planned, and she was quiet, smiling as he explained why. Seeing as she was the wedding planner, she found it sort of funny that he was giving her advice on throwing her own wedding. She chuckled. "That was basically the idea. And thanks, I'll be sure to tell my clients that. All their friends and family really care about is the food." Her eyebrows raised meaningfully, but she smiled regardless.  "Yeah, that's it. I made up an entire stripper-wedding planner persona just to impress you, and now I'm ripping it all away from you. Just because I can't stand to be around you." One part was true, of course, the last part, but otherwise, you could tell that she was being sarcastic. "I do think that that would be interesting. But I'm sure your fiancée is no dragon." She choked out.  He did make a good point. He was absolutely nothing like Thalia in that respect. She let people tell her what to do all the time. He would never dare let that happen. "That is a good point. I'll find room for you eventually, no worries." She opened the door in front of him, cocking an eyebrow and pulling out mint chocolate chip ice cream, and then shutting it sharply. "Eventually." She smirked.

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[fletcher]

”Good thing I’m very inquisitive,” he grinned, thinking about the dramatic scene that would unfold as he found Thalia at her strip club. He thought an extraordinary amount of glitter and bra throwing would be involved. Hell, he hoped that would be the case. Fletcher laughed and sighed. ”Well that’s too bad. You really need to learn how to make your stories more exciting. Like...say the bride was like...a lioness at the zoo or something. Everyone loves lions! Not everyone loves brides that throw up everywhere,” he said, shaking his head. That thought sounded rather awful actually and hoped that whenever his fiance had a bachelorette party, nothing like that happened. To be quite honest, he hoped she never had one of those parties: he didn’t need her to be distracted by male strippers, thank you very much.

He couldn’t help but try to hide a sharp intake of breath-- what the hell? he thought to himself. Was she purposely torturing him? No, no, this wasn’t torture; he refused to let it be. This was simply him meeting up with an ex-girlfriend to find that he wasn’t quite used to her newfound confidence. Not that she’d been meek before, but there was definitely a change in her over the past several years. A change that he found to be disastrously alluring, meaning he would have to stop taking everything so....ugh. Fletch just thought she had to stop being so damn sexy, even when she was just joking around. It’d always been this way for him; he was intoxicated by her presence.

Fletch grinned and nodded; ”See, now you get the idea. Ha, I bet my sage words of wisdom will just kick start the whole wedding planning thing and earn you millions of dollars. Remember me when you’re rich and famous.” Then he could travel the world and not even have to worry about working. Oh well, it was a good thing that he was contented with working for a living, as long as he got to do something that he enjoyed.

”You can’t stand to be around me? Ouch, Thals, I’m wounded,” he said dramatically. What a little feisty joker she’d become. He liked that. ”I certainly hope not; that’d be rather tragic, wouldn’t it? Man survives hippo attack; later ripped to shreds by dragon wife. It’d make quite the headline, wouldn’t it? Plus I can’t say that I’d fancy sleeping with a dragon.” Somehow that just didn’t seem all that appealing to Fletch. Maybe to some people it might, but definitely not him. He preferred humans of the female variety.

Fletch gasped and shook his head at Thalia. ”I don’t believe you, cruel woman. I half hoped you’d whip some bagels out from underneath the toilet paper and set down a lovely spread right between the Heavenly Hash and the caramel sauce. Breaking my heart, I swear,” he muttered and pulled out the Oreo ice cream. He paused for a second, then grabbed the Rolo ice cream. He was a man, and dammit, he was going to get his own ice cream. ”How rude, maybe I’ll just be too busy with planning my wedding and eating my ice cream that I won’t have time for you. Betcha never thought that would happen, huh?”

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[thalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT | BETH AS FLETCHER | COULDNT HELP IT | NOO I LOVED IT Thalia pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and made a truly sour face at the man in front of her. "Yes, I'm attending bachelorette parties for lionesses now, isn't that truly splendid? You inspired me, you really did, running off to Africa or wherever like so, I made friends with all the animals at the zoo. Are you quite proud?" Really, the very thought of it was so very Fletcher, Thalia couldn't help but to smile at it regardless of her use of sarcasm. Thalia did notice, however, that he did not respond to her saying that she was a bad girl, and she held back another laugh. Well, she seemed to have something she hadn't had in high school, besides boobs, obviously. He seemed extremely distracted by these words, and she wasn't sure quite which part had distracted him but it was all quite amusing to her for whatever reason.  Thalia shook her head as he agreed with himself on the fact that food was the one and only thing that brought people to weddings. "I suppose I will try to remember you, but I'll have so many male suitors keeping me busy that I'm sure it will be even harder than usual." She sighed dramatically. "Maybe if you'd send a postcard or something every once in a while, it would be easier to recall that name of yours. What was it again? Thatcher?" Her smile wavered slightly as he joked about her not being able to stand him, and she shifted her weight with another shrug. "Can't help it, I'm afraid, Mister Donovan, you're just exceedingly hard to get along with," She tsked. "Such a shame with such an attractive man such as yourself, isn't it? Wasting all that lovely eye candy." She  sighed and shook her head in shame. "That would be quite tragic, I do say. I would certainly read about it in the papers, though, so your death wouldn't be completely unjustified. And hey, I'm not judging. Would make sense though, all that buzz about going off with all the wild animals.. dragons aren't so different, I'd think. Except for the fire breathing, I suppose." She eyed him curiously, as if trying to make sense of it all, and then cracked another grin. Honestly, she was still wanting to get out of there as fast as humanely possible, but he was just so freaking charming. She wrinkled her nose and fake laughed at him. "Oh, haven't you heard? I am the new heartbreaker around Capeside." Only returning the favor, was what she really wanted to say, but that seemed a bit more bitter than the rest of the conversation and she'd hold back on that for now. She really couldn't help but chuckle at his ending sentence, and she raised her eyebrows quizzically. "The thought honestly never even crossed my mind. But by all means, do have fun with the finances, flower arrangements, dress fittings, mood swings, pregnancy tests, the list goes on. I wish you every happiness, though." Thalia smiled lightly, and patted him on the arm as she began to maneuver around him.

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[fletcher]

Fletcher always found her being annoyed with him to be one of the highlights of his days. Now, if she was truly pissed off at him, that wasn’t very fun, but when she was just mildly bothered, he liked it. Her eyes sort of darted around in their sockets and she tried to stay annoyed with him for long, but it didn’t usually work. He was good at calming her down, he’d found. ”I’m so proud that I think I could die this instant and be contented that I did something wonderful with me life. You see, it was my goal to infiltrate your brain,” he grinned, not missing a beat.

Fletch raised an eyebrow, imaging men flocking Thalia in attempts to get a date with her. Well, let’s make a list, shall we? She was gorgeous, she was smart, she had personality bursting at the seems, and she only seemed to get more and more alluring as the years past. Yeah, he could definitely imaging having to fight for her affections. Not that he needed to do that anymore-- this was all hypothetically speaking, of course. ”Ah but I’ve dealt with snakes that can kill you with one bite. Silly old humans are no match for me,” he said confidently. ”Hmm, I think more than a postcard is necessary in this instance. And it’s Fletcher, my darling. Or have you forgotten how good my lips taste already?” he asked, half hoping that he’d make her cheeks pinken. He shouldn’t be flirting with his ex-girlfriend when he was going to have a ring on his finger soon but....he liked it.

”Hey, woah, I am not a waste of eye candy. In fact, I’ll even let you have a taste, if you’re good,” he said with a wink. Lord, it was a good thing his fiance wasn’t around or he would be looked in some cave somewhere for the rest of his life and Thalia would probably be living with the fishes. ”Out of all the things I’ve seen, I daresay that a fire breathing dragon would still terrify me,” he said with a nod. It would terrify anyone in their right mind, wouldn’t it? Good thing he was marrying a woman, not a dragon. He would need a lot of therapy if his intention was to marry a large reptilian monster. ”Are you now? Hmm, well be careful; men are very fragile, though we don’t like to admit it. And it never ends when the heart is broken, nope,” he said. Which meant there was still the history lingering in both parties’ minds. History was a dangerous thing.

Fletcher frowned and briefly stared off in space as the many different things that needed to be done for a wedding floated through his mind. Then his eyes widened at one of her items on the list. ”Pregnancy test?! The devil, do you know something I don’t?” he asked, his heart racing through his chest. He couldn’t just let her run away now. Instead of doing that, he followed after her, grabbing some whipped cream as they walked past it. ”Is that a common part of wedding planning? I have to deal you, the idea of having a woman waddling her way down the aisle towards me is not appealing. I mean hey, kids are cute and all, but I don’t want one. Oh God, just shoot me if that happens, okay, Thals? You’re a good friend-- I know you’d murder me if I asked.”

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[thalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT | BETH AS FLETCHER | NO WORRIES<3 Thalia narrowed her eyes as she smiled back at her ex boyfriend, inwardly wondering why she felt the need to torture herself by continuing to speak to him. "Right, I forgot about those deadly snakes. My bad. There are quite a few of those silly old humans though, as a warning, they've got a lot more flailing limbs than snakes, I would imagine," She shrugged. "Oh, that's it. Fletcher. I'm so sorry." Her cheeks flushed mildly as he referred to the taste of his lips, and she raised her eyebrows. "Dear me, someone likes to exaggerate a little, don't they?" She tilted her head to the side. Of course she hadn't forgotten. She would probably never be able to forget whether she liked it or not, unfortunately for her and Fletcher's new .. fiancee, if she'd ever find out, that is.   Thalia growled and snapped her teeth playfully at him as he told her that he'd let her have another taste if she was good. "I thought we'd established already that I was now one of the worst. Poor me, seems I've missed my chance." She pouted a little. Even the idea of Thalia Reese being a maneater was ridiculous enough, but with her little embellishments it seemed almost laughable to her. "Maybe next time, doll." She must say though, anyone else marrying her Fletcher was automatically a dragon in her eyes, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Though, anyone Fletcher dated had to be modelesque at the very least, she supposed, he didn't deserve any less, she honestly didn't know what had gone through his mind when he'd dated her all throughout high school.   Thalia certainly had not been modelesque. Maybe that wasn't his type, but she couldn't imagine his fiancee being less than perfect, and it really stung. "I suppose it would terrify any old normal human being." She shrugged nonchalantly. Fletcher had never seemed to enjoy being grouped with "normal", and she half hoped that had stung him as much as the rest of this conversation was hurting her. Of course, the other half of her wished that she could take it back. But like that was going to happen. "Careful? Hah. Reckless is my middle name." She said sarcastically. Thalia would have liked to say a little snarky something about heartbreak herself, but she couldn't bring herself to it. "But I'll keep that in mind.." She said instead, quietly, biting her lip.   "Oh, trust me, I know a lot of things that you don't know." Thalia said with a laugh, not having any intention of slowing down. "And you really shouldn't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to. Don't worry, unless it's positive, the grooms rarely even find out about it. You don't even want to know how many women I've had to pretend to take the test for so their husbands won't find out." But then she stopped and turned around, facing him again. "That wouldn't necessarily be murder, more like assisted suicide. And no, as much as I might want to, I wouldn't, I'm not leaving a baby out there without a father, you'll just have to suck it up and be a man for once in your life."   That came out ten times harsher than it was intended to, and it showed plainly in the horrified expression on her face. "Er, that is.. I mean.." She paused. And then with flaming cheeks, turned again and hustled even faster towards the closest checkout lane.

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