Title: The Tattoo
Chapter: Epilogue
Rating: T
Disclaimer:I own nothing, I am not the Senior HBIC (that would be Michael Caine), I am not THE HBIC (That would be Nolan… or the Spinning Top, whichever is available) and sadly my name is not Mrs. Tom Hardy, Mrs. Leonardo DiCaprio, nor Mrs. Joseph Gordon-Levitt. In my dreams maybe… but not here.
Warning: There is language, crude humor, and pot references. Yes I said pot. I blame the actor who portrays the character; he's a smoker so… yea. Oh and I made up the city… I didn't want to get any facts wrong so I got creative =D
A/N: Urgh, I'm sick as a dog right now. Got the FLU from CAMPUS because my TEACHERS went to work sick T_T. –sighs- This was sooooo tough for me to write you just don't KNOW! Weddings… eh. Anyway.
Thank you EVERYONE for making this the MOST REVIEWED story I've ever written. It's either that good or you guys kept reading hoping it would get that good. If it's the latter I'm terribly sorry for your loss.
This is for Cindy
Your life ended too soon. I miss you dear, even if we weren't as close as we once were. You didn't deserve the closing act you were dealt.
Rest in peace love.
Yusuf was pacing the bare room in the back of the church- cathedral rather- waiting anxiously for the person he was trying to reach to pick up the phone. Eames was leaning against the door watching his friend in mild amusement. After three rings Arthur, who Eames could not get a hold of thus making Yusuf give it a try, answered the phone.
"Arthur where are you?" Yusuf hissed. "The airport! What were you doing at the airport, the wedding starts in fifteen minutes! I am going to worry about it, if Nadia finds out- Yes, well your skin, not mine."
Huffing and frustrated, he shoved the cell phone to Eames.
"What the hell is Arthur doing at the airport?" Eames asked with a raised brow, turning the phone off and placing it next to his own in the duffle bag by the door. "I thought Cécile couldn't make it?"
"I am not going to worry about it." Yusuf threw his hands up. "If he's late then that's his problem. This is why we decided not to go with extra groomsmen and bride's maids. I am a little surprised though that it's Arthur and not you."
"That's because I know the wrath of Nadia." Eames chuckled. "I like my nether-regions intact thank you."
Yusuf tried to smile; it didn't work well. "Eames, go and make sure everything is going smoothly. I'm going to step out; I need some fresh air." He said adjusted his black suit and tie nervously.
Eames nodded and they stepped out of the small room in Ville des Fleurs' Cathedral. He'd used the money from the Chicago Job nearly a year ago to book it. Eames went right, heading down the short hall to turn the corner. Yusuf went left and out the door at the end which lead into the parking lot. He shouldn't be nervous; he'd waited for this day what seemed like forever. Still, he couldn't wait for the wedding to be over. Taking in the crisp mid-morning air, he idly watched more cars pull up. Most were relatives of Nadia; Yusuf did have much family that he spoke with. The only family he saw anymore was his grandfather on his mother's side, his parents, his middle sister, her husband and children, and his brother's teenage son.
Looking up at he noticed it was a gorgeous day; not a cloud in the sky. It wasn't his first choice but it was Nadia's hometown, Ville des Fleurs. The second he found out it had been her childhood dream to be married in a Cathedral, he booked it. It took the whole share to do it, but once Saito's name was tossed in, it was a closed deal. He never realized how big her family was until now as he watched them walk in. He smiled; he always wanted to be a part of a big family.
He glanced down at his watch and saw there were five minutes to spare. He turned to open the door when a familiar squeal of tires stopped him. He frowned and knitted his brows together looking over his shoulder. As he suspected it was Arthur's car, a black Audi R8. Only Arthur would pull in like a bat out of hell with one of the most expensive cars Yusuf knew of. Eames always joked it was to compensate for something. Making his way over across the parking lot, he watched Arthur step out of the car.
"What the hell Arthur?" Yusuf glared when he got close, "What was at the airport that was so important?"
Arthur smirked; he adjusted his shades and smoothed his dark green tie. He took one last puff off the nearly finished cigarette he held in his hand before throwing it to the ground and stepping on it.
"I had to pick up the bartender." He exhaled; the smoke swirling away from him.
"The bartender?" Yusuf asked in confusion. "We already have-"
He was cut off by a female voice after hearing the passenger-side door open.
"Arthur, I think your car gave me a hard-on… and I'm not even a guy! Dear lord, you have to let me drive it! At least let me sit in the driver's seat. Please? I'm serious. I want to take this baby to bed and do dirty things to it."
Yusuf's mouth dropped a little when the woman finally appeared and shut the door. While he'd never met her personally, he knew who she was. He glanced over at Arthur with wide eyes as the red-head in a fitted burgundy dress walked up to them, still staring at the car. Arthur just smirked, seemingly pleased with himself. Yusuf managed to mouth 'what is she doing here?' before she turned to face them.
"Arthur, did you hear me? I want to rape your car." She said blandly, her hand on her hips looking at Arthur for a reaction.
"Roxie, this is Yusuf, the groom," Arthur replied instead, motioning over to him.
"Oh hey!" She beamed turning to him. "Congratulations! This place is gorgeous! The scenery and the buildings… I've never been out of the States before. I'm so glad Arthur invited me; I can't speak a lick of French, so it's good to be around someone who can."
She seemed nervous, which Yusuf reasoned was why she rambled. There was a bit of twang to her words which he surprised him but then he remembered Eames mentioning something about her being from Carolina. However, he didn't say anything. He only politely nodded and forced a smile. On the inside, he wanted to choke Arthur.
"Roxie, why don't go inside and get us a seat?" Arthur smiled.
She nodded and hummed a tune Yusuf didn't recognize while she walked to the entrance. The two men watched her, listening to her heels click on the concrete before finally disappearing inside.
"Are you insane?" Yusuf yelled. "Does she even know he's here?"
"No, I've been cleared by five psychiatrists thank you," Arthur smiled, "and no, she doesn't know he's here."
"If Eames sees her-"
"Stop worrying," Arthur retorted calmly, "It'll be fine. The worst that could happen is Eames runs away like the poultry he is. It's not like there's bad blood between them. You can't have bad blood when he was too wussy to even try something with her in the first place."
Yusuf studied his friend for a moment. Then the wind blew and Yusuf smelt something faint but familiar and it was not Arthur's cologne.
"You're high aren't you?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Just a little." Arthur admitted in the same nonchalant manner.
Yusuf could not believe this. Of all the days Arthur decided to pursue his occasional bad habit, it had to be his wedding day.
"How little is a little?"
Yusuf started toward the door getting Arthur to follow. They had one minute left and he needed to get to the alter ASAP.
"Enough that I will not be able to make eye contact with anyone for at least the next hour." Arthur said slightly guilty.
"Why are you high?" Yusuf sighed before opening the door. "I thought you stopped doing that a long time ago."
"Cécile called me this morning," Arthur whispered once inside. "She thinks she's pregnant."
Yusuf blinked. "And you felt the need to celebrate?"
Arthur took off his shades and glared at the floor.
"I had a panic attack; it was the only way I could recompose myself. Anxiety pills are not friendly to me."
"Just go sit down," Yusuf huffed then whispered, "You better be detoxed before this is over."
Arthur muttered something that sounded akin to a curse before walking over to where Roxie was sitting, staring intently at her nails. Yusuf regarded his friend before just shaking his head and walking away. He didn't have time to worry over trivial things such as Arthur's lack of sobriety.
"Why was Arthur wearing sunglasses inside?" Eames whispered as Yusuf took his place next to him.
"He's wearing sunglasses because he's higher than this ceiling." He whispered back.
Eames bit his lip to keep from laughing. He'd seen Arthur high twice, one when he too was a little out of it and once when he was clear minded. Both times, Arthur was interesting to say the least. Once this ceremony was over, Eames was going to make sure Arthur did not live this down.
Ariadne only glanced back once Yusuf passed by them out of habit. When she saw Arthur, she did a double take. She started to wave him over, to get him to sit with her and Dom however she stopped herself when she watched him sit by a redheaded woman whose face she could not see.
Once Arthur began to lean close to her as if to whisper Ariadne's curiosity got the better of her. She turned on the bench seat and sat on her knees. While she should have worried about wrinkling her blue dress, she placed finding the answer as more important. Even leaning forward and ignoring the couple behind them who seemed uncomfortable with Ariande's sudden invasion of their space did not yield any recognition of the woman next to Arthur.
"Dom," Ariadne patted Dom's shoulder, not taking her eyes off them, "who is that with Arthur?"
Dom, who had got lost in his own thoughts staring at the support columns in the building, blinked and looked back to where Ariadne was looking. It took him a second to find Arthur, who was several rows back.
"What are you talking about?" Dom turned where he sat to put less strain on his neck.
"That woman in red dress; that is not Cécile," she pursed her lips and glared forward.
"Aria, I don't think that woman is who you think she might be. Arthur's not stupid or careless."
"He is seeing someone else?" She said in a high pitch, staring at her fiancé with wide eyes.
"No Aria, he's not. Now stop being so nosy." he chuckled.
"I've seen her before," she pouted, returning to the proper position in her seat. "She looks familiar that's all. I am not nosy." She added with a sideways glare.
"Yes you are, now hush the wedding is starting." He grinned and she sent him another glare.
"When we get married, remind me to set seating arrangements." Dom raised his brow and she shrugged and said: "Excuse me but I want to know who all shows up and not left to ponder until it's over."
Dom did his best to hide his eye roll.
"I am going to murder you." Roxie whispered, keeping her head down.
"What would you do that for?"
She couldn't see his face but she could hear the smug smile in his words. It all fell into place now. The name Yusuf sounded familiar and when she met him, he looked familiar. Then she saw him standing up front looking at his watch. Panicking, she took the first seat she came to and hid her face, praying he wouldn't see her.
"I can't believe you!" She was embarrassed and doing her best not to get upset. "You knew he would be here and you had the audacity to bring me along under the guise of a lack of a date."
"That's not true," he whispered, leaning against her. "I was lacking a date. Sure I knew he'd be here but I didn't think it would be a big deal."
"Big deal my-" she stopped herself; half realizing she was in a church and half from the music cutting her off.
Sitting upright and meeting Arthur's gaze, she noticed the odd look in his eyes. He casually winked at her and turned to watch the bridesmaid make her way down the aisle. She frowned; Arthur was more relaxed than usual. The thought however, was forced into the back of her mind when the music changed and it came time to stand.
yusuf was not one to get butterflies. He was ration and calculative of every move he made. The closest thing to butterflies he ever had was when an experiment pulled through. Even then it was more triumph than anticipation. Still, waiting for Nadia to step through the door sent Yusuf's dormant butterflies whirling.
He tried to remember to breathe while he watched the Maid of Honor, Nadia's best friend Julie walked towards them. Then following her was his six-year-old niece came through the door, tossing about petals in a very deliberate manner. Yusuf smiled; he remembered when they asked her to be the flower girl and if she knew how. Little Rowa grinned and replied, "Of course I do, I saw it on Rugrats."
When the music changed and everyone sitting stood up, he stopped breathing.
Saying she was beautiful with her black hair in up in curls away from her face to show off her hazel eyes, and wearing a simple white, capped-sleeve dress was an understatement. She was a vision one couldn't create even in a dream.
The next minutes that past felt like eternity. He used all his energy to focus on the task at hand and not stumble over his words. When the question was purposed if anyone would like to protest this marriage, Eames coughed loudly. Yusuf turned and glared at him.
"What?" He said, not hiding his grin. "Is it illegal to cough now?"
Small laughter rippled through the room, including Eames'. Yusuf rolled his eyes and turned back to Nadia, who was smiling in amusement.
"By the power vested in me," the priest said once the laughter died down. "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Yusuf grinned and leaned forward to give Nadia a kiss while everyone cheered them on.
"I'm leaving," Roxie whispered ducking behind Arthur as Eames walked by.
"And where are you going to go?" He grinned. "You're plane doesn't leave till tomorrow."
"I'll walk." She huffed.
"On the water?"
"I hate you," she huffed again.
When Yusuf, his new wife, Eames and whoever the bridesmaid exited, the congregation was able to move freely. Despite her threats of leaving, Roxie stayed close by his side as they walked out.
"Standing behind me doesn't make you invisible." He whispered with a chuckle.
"We can pretend," She muttered back.
The reception was held in a large banquet like hall next to the cathedral. It was decorated lavishly, like a scene out of a fairy tale. The tables were covered with white cloth, a strip of either blue or silver running down the middle. The chairs were the same; if the table was layered with a silver strip, a blue bow accented the chairs and vice versa. In the center of the tables held white lilies and blue irises in vases.
Accenting greenery and flowers lined the walls. The star lights woven through them gave the room a nice glow. In the front, before the medium sized dance floor, was the head table. Next to it was a smaller table that held the cake. White frosting with three layers, the outside design was of lilacs and vines in the deep blue of the wedding scheme. Atop the cake was a silver statue of two hearts intertwined.
Yusuf was extremely pleased with himself; he did the whole layout as a surprise for Nadia. She immediately told him she was impressed and loved it.
"I didn't think you had it in you," she whispered as they waited to be announced in.
"Should I be worried my wife has little faith in me?"
"We both know you have the decorating skills of a blind man. I still love you," she giggled and kissed him on the cheek.
Before he could try and discuss the topic any further, they're name (which gave him butterflies again) was called. Things went smoothly once the clapping died down and they took their seats. He and his wife (butterflies again) were impressed with Eames. Yusuf was waiting for the bad jokes, however they didn't come. Eames gave a very nice and very heartwarming speech.
"I don't think you've had enough wine yet Eames," Yusuf chuckled right before Eames made a toast.
"What on earth would make you say that?"
"You talked," Nadia added, "without slurs, slanders, or slips."
"Just so you're aware, I'm horribly offended."
Everyone laughed and Eames coughed loudly.
"To the happy couple," he said raising his glass in the air. "May you grow more sickeningly sweet for the rest of your life."
"That's the Eames I know." Yusuf grinned.
Time flew by after that.
They cut the cake, managing not to smash it into each other's faces despite some peanut gallery calling via Eames. By the time their first dance came around, his butterflies were working full speed. Yusuf could not dance to save his life. He took lessons with Nadia but he still managed to step on her feet every time during rehearsals. As the music played, Yusuf focused mentally on his feet and what they happened to be doing. While there were a few close calls, he let out a sigh of relief once the song ended.
The tossing of flowers and garter were held last. One of Nadia's cousins caught the bouquet; her one cousin who didn't want to ever get married. Eames caught the garter. It was rather comical; Eames was not paying attention at all. He was looking off with great concentration to his right when it flew at him, hitting him on the forehead. Of course, his instinct kicked in and he grabbed it before it could tumble to the ground.
Not long after, Yusuf and Nadia made a quick round through the crowd. They said hello and accepted congratulations from everyone. Together they made an even shorter round about again to make sure they'd said goodbye to everyone. Yusuf sunk her and himself out the back afterwards. He was not one for big crowds for extended periods of time. Besides, they had a whole week to themselves they needed to be heading to.
"That sneaky- He's already left!" Eames said dramatically to Cobb.
He'd found Cobb and Ariadne a few moments ago after they just finished a dance. He'd just come back inside after searching frantically for Yusuf's car which Eames decided needed trashing. He was disappointed greatly when he realized it was missing from the parking lot.
"Can you blame him?"
"Oh come on, a little rice throwing never killed anyone." He pouted, "And I didn't get to decorate his car."
"I imagine he'd murder you," Ariadne added, taking a sip from her drink she'd fetched from the bar.
"That's what you're supposed to do at weddings!"
"If you trash my car at my wedding," Ariadne gave Eames a warning look, "you will die."
"I'll make a mental note to make a mental note later." Eames paused for a moment. "Where's Arthur? I have some teasing to do."
Ariadne and Cobb watched Eames sulk off into the small crowd. Once he was out of sight, Ariadne still stared off into where he disappeared, thinking hard. After a moment, Ariadne told Cobb to go check on him.
"Something's off about him," she whispered.
"I'm sure he's fine."
"Please?" She asked, glancing up and batting her eyes.
"I'm sure he's fine." Cobb repeated.
They stared at each other, on waiting for the other to give. Cobb caved first.
"Alright," he grumbled and headed off in the direction Eames left.
"I love you!" Ariadne called with a grin.
Once Cobb was out of sight, she looked for a place to sit. There was no point in standing still when one was alone. She wandered about a few feet before spotting an empty table she liked. She sat her drink down and was about to pull out a chair when she heard her name called. She looked up to see Arthur and the unknown redhead walking toward her. She stared at the woman; she knew that face.
"Don't you clean up nicely," Arthur grinned, giving Ariadne a quick hug.
Despite herself, she blushed and glanced down at the baby blue one-shoulder she was wearing.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she winked in an attempt to regain composure. "Who's your friend?" she continued, looking up at the woman beside him.
"Roxie," she smiled, "I worked at the bar in Chicago. Mr. Eames brought you along with him one night."
"Oh I remember you now." Ariadne said, the light coming on. "It's good to see you." She then turned to Arthur and glanced back at Roxie, "So how did you two…"
"Ran into her in New York of all places," he said. "Four months ago."
"I was there on a five week research trip. We bumped into each other," she laughed. "I guess we just happened to be at the right place at the right time. We've kept in contact since."
Roxie smiled and glanced out into the crowd; then her smile faltered and she excused herself. Ariadne and Arthur watched her walk hurriedly away, rounding a corner into the closest hallway. They found out the reason for her quick departure when Eames came up to them.
"That was her, wasn't it? Roxie," Eames stared intently at Arthur. "What is she doing here?"
"She's my date, that a problem?" He replied. Then his phone rang and fishing it out of his pant pocket, he glanced at the number. Arthur's face fell slightly. "I have to take this," he said excusing himself.
"Do you have any idea where she might have gone?" Eames turned to Ariadne.
"Not sure," she looked around the room, "this place is pretty big."
Eames ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I can't believe Arthur did that, the prick."
"Did what?"
"Brought her here," he snapped. "I have half a mind to-"
"This is Yusuf's wedding, he doesn't need a scene even if he isn't here," she hissed. "Besides you don't even know her! Tell me one thing about her besides the fact she's pretty and you wanted to sleep with her when we were in Chicago."
Eames studied Ariadne sadly for a moment. She felt bad for calling him out but the truth hurt sometimes. Just when she thought the conversation over, he sighed softly.
"Her first name is Elizabeth; she finds it boring so she goes by Roxie. Nothing short of torture will get her to admit she likes country music." He paused and looked away sheepishly. "And eight months ago a real snotty, egotistical, bleeding sod skipped town because he got chicken shit when she told him she loved him."
To say Ariadne was dumbfounded would have been an understatement. She glanced back to get her drink but forgot where she put it exactly. Tsking at the loss of perfectly good champagne, she turned her attention back to Eames.
"How long were you together?" she whispered.
"Four months, more or less," he said. "After the job I left for about a week and went back. Don't tell Cobb. You know how he likes to be the only one that breaks his rules."
Ariadne smiled a little. "Maybe you should go talk to her. She went around that corner." Ariadne pointed to the hallway she saw the redhead disappear into.
"I don't think she wants to talk to me." Eames replied faintly, as if more to himself than to her.
"Just go." Ariadne shoved him. "You can only fail so many times."
Eames grinned broadly. "You do realize that night you spelled fail f-i-a-l?"
Ariadne turned pink. "I try to forget."
Eames chuckled, "I won't tell if you won't."
Then with a quick kiss to her forehead, Eames went off to the hall. Ariadne watched him walk hurriedly, shaking her head in amusement.
Arthur was not a drinker. He found alcohol vile, the burning it caused his throat worse than any cigarette smoke and its after effects more debilitating than any high he's ever been on. However, after the conversation he just had, drinking was the closest thing he could drown his thoughts with.
"Arthur? Where have you been?" Cobb abandoned his search for Eames after circling around twice. Then he spotted Arthur sitting at a table in the far corner. "Are you alright? You look ill."
Cobb had known Arthur for a very long time. Arthur was always the picture of composure but now he looked a distraught mess. His hair was sticking up in odd places, as if he'd run his hand through it too many times. His tie was tugged loose and his vest was crumpled in the chair next to him.
"I feel ill." Arthur muttered.
He then downed the last of shots he'd collected and sat in front of him. Cobb took a seat beside him and studied his friend. Arthur didn't seem to mind when Cobb picked up one of the empty glasses to get a look at just what he was trying to drown himself in.
"Arthur you look awful!"
Cobb and Arthur glanced over to see Ariadne, a new drink in hand, make her way over to them. She marched right to Arthur's side, placing her small hand over Arthur's forehead to feel for a fever. She was a little stunned when Arthur took the glass out of her other hand and drank the rest of her champagne with one swing.
"You're drunk." Ariadne put her hands on her hips, staring fiercely at him.
"I'm trying." Arthur replied.
"Why are you trying to get shit-faced?" Cobb asked pointedly.
"Why am I trying to get shit-faced," Arthur looked at him wide-eyed. "I don't know, why do you think I'm trying to get shit-faced?"
"No need for sarcasm." Ariadne scolded. "Arthur what is wrong with you?"
"Cécile called me," he said still wide-eyed but staring at nothing. "She, um, went to the- the doctor."
"Is she okay?" Ariadne asked.
"Yeah."
"Then what 's the problem?" Cobb leaned on the table and studied his friend with furrowed brows.
"Well-"
"There you are!"
They all turned to see Roxie walking toward them grinning. Eames was not too far behind her, seeming just as pleased with himself. Ariadne shot them a knowing smile.
"Arthur you look like shit." Eames chuckled. He stopped when Arthur scoffed.
"Arthur you lightweight," Roxie replied and walked over to look at the glasses. "You're going to have a nasty hangover tomorrow. Does this mean I can drive you home? Oh please let me!" They all stared at her sudden change of tone. "Sorry."
"If you want too," Arthur shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore."
"Who put the rain cloud on your head?" Eames asked.
"Cécile. She went to the doctor today."
"Is she alright?"
"No."
Arthur placed his elbows on the table and buried his head in his hands. He muttered something intelligible.
"You're going to need to speak up a little louder; we don't have super dog hearing." Eames said.
He lifted his head and stared off in annoying disbelief. "She's pregnant. She's pregnant. I'm going to be a father. A father! I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know how to be a father!" With a huff, he buried his head back in his hands.
There was stunned silence. A moment after everyone glanced uncomfortably at each other, not knowing how to approach Arthur without offending him, Roxie grinned.
"Artie!" She said hugging him fiercely. "This is so awesome! Can I be the aunt? I've always wanted a niece or nephew. This is exciting! Stop pouting like a five year old."
"Well, he's taking it a lot better than I did." Cobb shrugged.
"What does that mean?" Ariadne looked at him sharply.
"When Mal got pregnant with Phillipa and told us," Eames grinned, "Cobb paced around the ware house for two hours muttering to himself and tossing the-" Eames stopped short of saying totem. "Baseball back and forth in his hands. It was quite amusing."
"Will you let me go I can't breathe" Arthur shoved at Roxie.
"Sorry," she bit her lip and let him go. "We should celebrate."
"Arthur already did that with a before and after party," Eames smirked.
"Funny, Eames. Funny." Arthur glared.
"Seriously, worst case scenario," Roxie sat down in a chair she pulled from the table beside them. "She's pregnant with twins."
"Don't say that." Arthur said miserably.
"Or triplets," Eames smirked.
"Or quadruplets."
"Or they'll be deformed."
"Or-"
"Will you two stop?" Ariadne glared, stomping over to rub Arthur, who looked pale, on the back. "You're just alike, it's scary."
Roxie blushed and Eames beamed.
"I think," Cobb said standing up, "that we need to get Arthur home before he goes into alcohol poisoning."
"Can I drive?"
"I'll drive." Cobb withheld a smile from the mock that Roxie gave him after shooting her down. "You can follow behind me."
Everyone got to their feet (Arthur with help from Cobb) and made their way through the small maze of tables. Ariadne was already out the door, Cobb and Arthur not too far behind her.
"I think we'll stay a little longer." Eames announced, "A certain someone owes me a dance."
"Oh dear god, please don't make me." Roxie was the epitome of mortified. "You know I can't dance."
"That's a lie." Arthur slurred. "You danced pretty well earlier."
"You dance with him but you won't dance with me?" Eames pretended to be offended.
She groaned. "Arthur, it only appeared that way because you side-stepped my feet as they tried to crash on your toes."
"Can it wait?" Cobb asked, looking directly at Eames. "Ariadne isn't exactly the sober one either."
"If I must," he sighed, "rain check?"
"No," Roxie walked past them and out the door.
"You know," Arthur tried to wrench free from Cobb, "I think I forgot something."
"Oh no you don't," Cobb gripped him tighter and Eames grabbed his other side.
"Remind me to send Yusuf an email later thanking him."
Eames helped Cobb haul Arthur to his car.
"What for?"
Eames smirked, "Best damn reception I've ever attended."
FINALLY! It's over! Thank God! Sorry life got in the way. I want to reiterate that the town was made up and I have not betaed. Thanks for reading!