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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