Finally, this part. I'm goin' out on a limb seeing as how I don't know squat about weddings. Sure I attended two of them (That I can remember) But I was like a two year old or something so I wasn't really paying attention. Anyway, enjoy.
And the next fic will be that Blind Man's Bluff and Condor, seein' as how I would like to get into a much more straight shot action fic. (I'll be workin on them simultaneously)
The Wedding
Infinity Park was as gorgeous as Carmelita had said it was. The heavens had opened up, revealing a near cloudless sky. And just beyond the pedestal that Sly and Carmelita would be standing, the city could be seen in plain view. The Eiffel Tower stood out plainly.
Everybody gathered around the park, mingling with each other while waiting to be told to go the their seats organized on both sides of a red carpet. Two officers seemed to have been conspiring about something.
"Prichard, what the hell are you doing this time?" Officer Graves asked. He knew his friend well.
Prichard was like the village idiot of Interpol, only, he did it on purpose. Walking into the women's locker room: intentionally. Or streaking through Officer Graves' own wedding reception. But this time, it was personal.
"I hate Fox," Prichard muttered.
"Really," Graves said sarcastically. "I guess you those days of drooling over her was just an act."
"Come on," Prichard complained. "She's just trying to screw everyone here over. She invites every officer who has put the moves on her, even Jerry, and we all no how Jerry never takes no for an answer…"
"Oh yeah," Graves reminisced. "Like when he got fed up and pretended to accidentally spill the water cooler on her in hopes that her shirt would shrink…"
"All Jerry got instead was a broken nose and a mangled coin purse," Prichard chuckled, then shaking his head to show that he was getting back on track. "Why do you think she's invited everyone who made a pass at her? She just wants to get the last laugh at us, to prove that she's won the war! Well I'm not going down without a fight."
Graves was really fed up with his friend's paranoiac crap. And judging by the seriousness in his voice and look, Prichard really meant business.
"Oh really?" Graves' asked. "What'ya gonna do?"
"Glad ya asked," Prichard grinned, pulling out what looked like a remote. "I'm gonna light off a bunch of those faulty fireworks from the evidence lockers."
"Sure," a gruff and constantly angry sounding voice said. "And I'll light my foot off in your ass!"
Prichard turned around to see Juan giving him a death stare. "If you know what's good for you, you'd sit your ass down in a chair and never push that button.
Prichard gulped, and ran away.
Eventually, everyone was in their seats, and the ceremony began.
"Do you Sly Cooper, take Carmelita Fox to be your bride?"
"I do" Sly said.
"And do you Carmelita Fox, take Sly Cooper to your husband?"
"I do" Carmelita said.
"If there's anyone here who think that this couple should not be together, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Everyone remained quite, but Prichard was about to object when a gruff voice whispered, "Sit your ass down and you may just wake up tomorrow morning."
"Then I pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride"
But instead of the traditional wedding kiss (anybody see where this is going?), Sly grabbed Carmelita and dipped her low to the ground as they sealed their lives together with the kiss. And then everyone started cheering. Rushing for the limousine, Carmelita almost forgot to throw the bouquet, which Penelope caught.
Sticking himself out of the sunroof, Sly yelled, "Hey guys! Next time you try to hit on her you'll be beat on by me!" jokingly of course. Though he did mean it.
I'm not sure if this'll be the last chapter. So I think I'll add the reception too. Once again, I'm announcing that Blind Mas Bluff and Condor will be worked on simultaneously. Condor will start off just after the incident on Kaine Island.But BMBstill needs some planning. So watch out for them!
