Other than a small spat between several people, of which Renay, Toxa, and Thysta, were included, the reception had gone near-perfectly (save for when Burry and Akamaaru were caught spiking the drinks, but they quickly apologized, and no real harm had been done). It had started to wind down, however, as the large crowd of people who had gathered for the wedding slowly began to disperse for their homes after a long day of celebration, giving Gleason and Elute a congratulatory pat on the back, a smile, and in ultiple cases, a roguish grin, or even the phrase "no more excuses now, you two, which, in most cases, got Gleason red-faced, and a sigh, or possibly even a disgusted stomp, from Elute.

Gleason kicked at a scrap of mithkabob that had been laying on the floor, watching it scuttle across and stop underneath a table a few feet from him. Most of the party had moved outside, leaving on him, Elute, Burry, Aka, and someone that he didn't know still within the tavern. Those three, however, were deep in discussion over something. their voices were near impossible to make out, but one could easily hear the clink of a mug being raised or lowered every few minutes. Glea picked his head up again, gazing at the beautiful young woman who, until just a few hours eariler, had been his fiance. Now, though, they were either Mr. and Mrs. Bulmari, or, according to Celimene (and quite possibly some others), Mrs. and Mr. Elute. After many months of trials and tribulations, both disasterous and daring dates, long hours of talking, and many times spent enjoying the fresh rain as it fell, they were now together, forever. They were husband and wife, wife and husband.

Glea arced an eyebrow slightly as he glanced at his wife. "so..." he started to utter softly, not wanting to attract the attention of the others in the bar.

Elute grinned in that roguish manner of hers that, even now, always caught him off-guard, and oft made his heart melt. "You want to get rrready to go now, too?" She asked sweetly, smiling at him.

Gleason grinned right back at he, his very being filling with pride. "How long have we been finishin' each other's sentences like that?" He wondered to himself, before answering her. "Whenever you are, love," he said eagerly, extending his hand to takes hers, as he had done so many times before. Once they clasped hands, he began to head for the front door.

"Don't go that way!" Elute half-whispered, half-hissed. "we don't want to attract any attention, right, love?" she asked, smiling again, and leading him towards the back door. They were able to slip out quietly, and without any fuss, quickly making their way through Windurst Waters. They did, however, have to dive behind some boxes when they saw Renay and Ertyu heading their way. Gleason and elute giggled like schoolchildren as they hid, almost giving themselves away. Once that mini-crisis was over. they got up and sprinted for their mog house, almost making it undetected, until a voice called out, rather loudly:

"Ah, you two are sneaking away for your honeymoon,huh?" It was Celimene.She stood there, hands on her hips, a smug look on her face.

"ah...well..." glea started, getting all embarassed.

Elute simply nodded to her, a triumphant smile on her face.

Celimene nodded, uttered a "have fun!", and snickered lightly as she turned back to speak to Tamura once more, who had simply waved to them and wished them well.

Elute and glea then set off for the mog house again, taking great haste to pack their weapons and somoe spare clothes, along with other necessities. It was less than an hour later when they rode out of Windurst on their trusty chocobos.