The priest droned on and on. Something about holy matrimony and a long, long, needlessly long list of vows. Icy yawned to herself. She was trying to be supportive of Stormy and Ogron. Truthfully, she was. But just like at Darcy's wedding to Duman, she found herself slipping into the half asleep world of day dreams. Day dreams that consisted of anything but the perfect wedding and romance. The witch herself never wanted a wedding at all. The concept just didn't strike her fancy. Nor did romance at all really, no she was content to spend one long and sexy night under the sheets and go. But no one else seemed to apricate the art of a good one night stand the way she did.
She looked up once more. She'd already taken in every detail of Stormy's dress. Form-fitting and in the cloudy grey color that the woman loved so much. The hem adorned with black lace and the long trail covered in carefully placed feathers of a darker grey. Some tipped with silver glitter. Honestly the dress looked like the product of some opulent pillow fight between two upper class women. It looked good, but still, the concept of two rich women beating each other with pillows and creating a dress had some odd appeal to Icy. This became the central image of her day dream.
As another vow was vocalized and mutually agreed upon. Icy found herself longing for some kind of release from the boredom she found herself stuck with. How bored does one have to be to day dream about bougie bitches pillow fighting for ten minutes.
When Stormy and Ogron leaned in for their kiss, Icy seized the opportunity to sneak away and leave the oppressively boring wedding scene. As the intricately carved white door fell shut behind her the final sounds of the ceremony died away, leaving her with nothing but the muffled sound of a deep and droning organ.
She made her way to the concessions stand and poured herself a glass of champagne.
"I'm more of a wine person." Came the unwanted opinion of a man sitting at a table, propping his feet up upon in. "You must be one of Stormy's guests?"
"Unfortunately." Icy answered.
"Yes, most unfortunate." The blonde shrugged.
"At what point did you tap out." Icy leaned against the wall.
"During the first twelve minutes."
"You have the attention span of a squirrel." Icy commented.
"Thanks."
Icy sighed. "I need to find something to do before I fall asleep right where I stand."
"You could do me." Gantlos suggested.
"Well you cut straight to the point." Icy observed. "Not many people can say that." The only question was, where. Where could they go without the fear of being interrupted? "You ever get laid in a broom closet?" She asked.
"No, but that sounds like an adventure." He replied.
Icy took his hand and pulled him into the closet. If Stormy could get some tongue action, why shouldn't she? Without another word she slipped her arm around him and bit down on his lower lip. He returned the gesture by pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. After a good minute or so, she pulled away for a moment.
"Nothing like a good wedding to get you going." Icy muttered as she pinned him against the wall.
"You're telling me." He panted.
She resumed the kiss, dipping her hand below his waistband.
Hopefully Stormy wouldn't be too pissed that she'd spend the last half of her wedding screwing her husband's right-hand man in a broom closet. Icy shrugged to herself, Stormy no doubt, would be doing the same thing.