A/n: This is a reject because it was so sickingly fluffy I coudn't stand it. Enjoy:)
A great flame follows a little spark.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
#12 Crowd Round
Crowd Round, it was a stupid name.
She hadn't chosen it anyway, the bar owner had.
It was a term used when a bar patron wanted to serve a drink to al the other occupants.
"Crowd Round" they'd yell out, ebbing up their tab as the drinks where served to dozens of drunken strangers.
Such a thing, she thought, was embarrassing and stupid.
She would never do it.
But Roy would…
He did.
He was so happy, he was acting like a compete moron.
After all…
She'd just agreed to marry him.
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