AN: Okay. Um. This was meant to be a follow up of SugarFaerie's Whiskey and Rye, which was the follow up to Thessaly's Moet and Chandons. I strongly recommend you read them first, or this will make next to no sense. Sorry to Thessaly and Sugarfaerie if you don't like this, let me know if you want me to take it down.

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It was one of the stupidest things that Ex-Commander Khashoggi had ever done, and it was for the most unexpected person. However, if you looked at it logically, the Ex-Commander thought to himself, as he trudged through the ankle high grey slush that lined the pavements, Meat had always been there for him. So, just this once, he'd be there for her. He knew she'd be happy. Well, actually, that was a debatable point. Would she be happy with Brit's stand-in? No. He could answer that without thinking about it. However, as he remembered when he'd accused her of agreeing to marry Bob to replace Brit, he remembered something she'd said, that hit him like a blow to the heart. "I'm not the kind of girl who waits around." And she wasn't. But she was His princess, and he'd be there for her. Because, being Khashoggi, he carried round pointless bits of information that often scared young children. The one that he used most was always accompanied with a smirk, and a raise of the eyebrow. "It'll all end up in tears." And, as sure as he knew that Meat loved Vodka (well, best example I could come up with on the spot here, She's a bohemian, isn't she?), he knew that this could only end in tears.

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At the same time Khashoggi was thinking these thoughts, Meat was worried. As Athena, Madonna, and Cheeky Fairy all hustled round her, tying bits of ribbon in her hair and telling her to smile, Meat had second thoughts. And third thoughts. And she decided that even though she wanted it to be true, it wasn't. She knew she wouldn't be able to stay with Bob, love him though she did. Suddenly, Meat went very white, as she remembered something.

"Ah' need ta' check again!" She pushed her bridesmaids away, and they all followed her, looking nervous, as she poked her head round the door, and scanned the crowds of guests hurriedly. He wasn't there. Meat felt like crying, but she had been strictly forbidden to do so, or her make up might run. Shame. He'd promised to be there...

Meat stuck her hand out.

"Flowers."

She didn't smile.

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Khashoggi edged round the large wooden door, and then faltered. The glares of about thirty, very annoyed looking Bohemians hit him. He held his hands up in a peace offering.

"I had an invitation from the bride, you know," He told them, and they backed off slightly. Khashoggi breathed out, and went to find a chair. As he glanced around the room, he caught sight of a couple not too far away. The woman saw him looking, and she scowled, and mouthed a word to him.

"Pervert."

He smirked. Two of this woman's factors (the purple hair and the fact that she'd called him a pervert) told him who it was - Scaramouche. Judging by the small, but beautiful ring on her finger, she was apparently now Scaramouche Figaro.

"Congratulations." He mouthed back.

The woman smirked. She turned around, and tapped a tall blonde man on the shoulder. He turned around and smiled at her, before he noticed who she was pointing to. The man walked over to Khashoggi, after much whispering between him and his wife.

"Hey, Khashoggi," The Dreamer greeted him.

"Hey, Dreamer," The commander replied wearily.

"If you have come to try and convince Meat she doesn't want to marry this guy," Galileo told him shortly, "then you can leave. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't have accepted."

Khashoggi's eyebrow lifted slightly, before he shrugged.

"Fine."

The Dreamer's face showed surprise, perhaps he was expecting Khashoggi to fight back? Khashoggi wasn't going to give him that pleasure. He hadn't come for that - he had come to see Meat. She wouldn't be happy with this. She just needed persuasion.

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Athena turned to Meat, a look of excitement on her face that Meat regrettably found herself insanely jealous of. 'It should be me tha's excited,' she thought to herself, standing up and brushing down her white minidress (come on, she's as much a bohemian as she was when I made the vodka comment) and standing up. Madonna stuck her head out of the side door which lead to the main hall.

"It's time," she grinned, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Come on, everyone's there."

Meat looked up sharply.

"Aye." she said simply, and left the small room with her bridesmaids in tow.

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Khashoggi stood at the back of a crowded hall, which was crammed with people of all ages, with his back against a tall ribbon-festooned pillar. As Bob entered the hall the ceremony was being held in through the main door at the back, the bohemians fell silent. Galileo followed Bob, in a white tux, and a gold bow tie. Khashoggi managed to find a few seconds to wonder where they had managed to find all the bohemians - he was sure there weren't this many in the heartbreak - when a song began to play, and all the people stood up. Khashoggi heard murmurs around, and looked up briefly from his shoes -only to be met with the vision of Meat, gliding down the aisle as though she owned the world.