A random plot bunny, please don't pay any mind.
The wedding continued on, merry laughter from the guests and the high-pitched gibberish of the Minions filled the air. Agnes was already attached to Lucie, talking about all the things she wanted to do with her while the redhead laughed and cooed over the young girl's adorableness. Margo was glancing at a boy a few tables away and then quickly blushing when he noticed while Eideth gagged and pulled her cap down to cover her eyes.
Gru was happily filling another cup with champagne when the familiar figure of Jill appeared, dressed in a one-shoulder and knee-high purple dress, her makeup (as usual) overly done to put Barbie to shame. He resisted the urge to groan out loud, thinking that is was his wedding day and might as well pretend to be nice, "Hello, Jillian." He said in a tone less flat than usual.
She grinned, making her slightly resemble the Joker, "Hey, Gru, congratulations on your wedding." The woman said in an overly-excited as well as exaggerated tone.
He gave a slight nod and took a sip from the champagne, "Thank you."
"Sooo," she dropped her voice to a slight whisper and gestured to his new wife, "Where'd you find her?"
"Actually," he said in a matter-of-factly tone as well as slight pride, "She found me. I got stuffed in a trunk."
Jillian's grin widened, "Reeaally?" she giggled, throwing her head back a little too far, "A possessive one."
"It's not—" he started, but then dismissed it. It was a long story he'd rather not reveal to too many people. He then gave a smug smile, "So, now I'm married, you cannot force on me new women for dating."
"Oh, yeah, about that . . ." she traced the edge of her cup with her finger and followed it with her eyes before snapping them back up at him, "Ever thought of polygamy?"
Gru's face went poker, and there was an awkward silence that followed.
When she didn't find him answering, she started to blab about some woman who divorced her fifth husband and was looking for another one, animatedly moving her hands and swishing her cup so violently it was a miracle the liquid didn't fly out, ". . .And she's wonderful with kids, 'cause she's got a few of her own, and I thought your daughters Maggie, Erika and Annie could do with more siblings—"
She was cut off when cold champagne flew in her face, wetting her hair and letting her mascara run down her high-boned cheeks.
Gru's deadpanned face didn't change, "Sorry, didn't see you there." He handed her the empty cup and picked up a slice of cake from a person's plate, lamely throwing it in her face, "Or there." he muttered before walking away to talk to less dating-obsessed guests.
A purple cupcake soon landed on the side of the poor woman's face to slide comically onto the grass, Lucie innocently stood up after her martial art stance to sit down on her chair and share a cheeky smile with Agnes.
I'll remember to use that line as an excuse in class.