Moment like this {Open}

[FREUDE WAYLAND]

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Freude had been sitting in Starbucks for the last two hours, his table filled with scrapbooks that he had found under his bed. They belonged to Caleb - cuttings and pictures of various things he'd include in his 'perfect wedding'. Designs for venues, cakes, clothes - everything. Freude just needed to put it together, make it a reality. Easier said than done. Freude had searched through every catalogue, every website, called every number but he was no closer to getting anything together than he had been before he started.

Sighing he got up from his chair and grabbed his third coffee of the morning, wondering how Caleb was getting on - Freude had put him in charge of what happened after the wedding. No doubt a honeymoon to Disneyland was going to appear somewhere, but Freude didn't really mind. Anything to make Caleb happy - plus the trip to Florida was long overdue. He smiled and handed over his money to the cashier, warming his hands with his hot drink.

Returning back to the mound of books and papers he sighed and slumped down into his chair. He just needed a hand, someone who knew more about weddings that he did. Probably a girl, but he wasn't fussy. At that moment, a four-year-old probably would have achieved more. This is hopeless, he muttered, flicking through another one of the scrapbooks, eyes darting down to the plain silver band on his finger that had finally replaced the one Jimmy had given him for joining The Suits. He didn't even know what he was going to do about that - it was the only job he really knew how to do. He didn't have the funds to give it up, yet another thing he would have to sort out. He ran both his hands down over his face, sighing slowly before opening his laptop and starting the whole process again.

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OUTFIT: here
NOTES: wedding planning

[LAZARUS NIX]

I'M A WALKING DISASTER

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Maybe he was getting to old for this. That was a thought that Lazarus hated thinking. He couldn’t be getting to old to head out yet. He was only twenty five, he wasn’t supposed to be too old for anything yet. He was at that brilliant age where he was seen as a mature adult, but yet people wouldn’t frown if he ever ran off to do something stupid. Except perhaps from his mother, she probably still thought that he was some form of an idiot. But yet she loved him and that was well enough for him. As long as she didn’t see him this… hangover.

The night had been fun, long but fun. He had gone out with some friends that he hadn’t seen in what felt like years but was really just months, to Mercy Nightclub and stayed there for the biggest part of the night. At one point they had left however, when he and one of his friends had found some decent company for the evening. At nine in the morning he had woken up in a stranger’s bed, she had been pretty good looking but Lazarus felt too sore all over to care about that. All the muscles seemed to just protest against any type of movement he made, and the slight headache didn’t help all too much either. He had forced himself out of bed and helped himself to a shower before he had left, leaving his friend over to his own destiny. But he would survive, Lazarus was sure of that.

Not really knowing where he had taken himself during the night, and the bigger mystery was how they had gotten there to begin with. But he had jumped on a bus that had taken him close to the city centre where he decided he needed some kind of fuel. Entering Starbucks, he made sure he got the blackest coffee they could offer to get him going. No food yet, anything solid would just make him feel more sick then he already did. He sipped of the coffee and decided that it was best to sit down for a while and try to figure out what had happened the other night, even if it probably all was good. But he didn’t like unsolved problems. Yawning, he then took a look around to see where he could sit down, and much to his despair he realized that no table was free. Unless…

He moved between the tables and headed over to the one person that he knew. A student, it would be awkward if Lazarus decided that he did care about such matters. But he didn’t. “I need some place to sit alright?” He said, and by judging how he looked he should be allowed to suddenly fall into the chair in front of Freude and exist for a while. He sipped of his coffee and looked around in the coffee shop, then to the stuff that Freude had spread around on the table and frowned. “That doesn’t look like the homework I gave you, wedding magazines?” He asked, sounding stunned. “You planning a wedding?” Lazarus asked and looked up from the magazines to Freude.

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