They're sitting at a table down on the Boardwalk, and Seto fiddles with the bun on his burger. "I'm supposed to eat this?" he eyes the underside distastefully, "do you know what it looks like?"
"What, the special sauce?" Jou's mouth is full, "looks like puke, don't it," he says, "here, slide it over my way.
Seto does. "Why was it we had to bring him along?" he demands.
"Him? Oh, he's the flower girl," Pegasus' voice is very bright; then, when Jou glares at him, "flower boy, I mean," he amends.
Seto rolls his eyes. "And we're here why?" he asks, looking around as busloads of seniors arrive to play the casinos.
"Because they just legalized gay marriage," Pegasus gives him a very fond smile, "wouldn't want to miss that, now would we?"
Seto gives an impatient sigh. He reaches over for a French Fry and, when he finds that Jou's eaten them all, he gives another one. "I'll allow you that," he says at last, "when's our appointment?"
"Two o'clock," Pegasus smiles at him again, "would you like a sundae before we go over?"
"I would," Jou pipes up.
Seto rolls his eyes again. "It's almost two now," he gets up, "if we're going to do this, we'd better get going."
Pegasus looks at his watch. "Oh my god," he jumps to his feet, "you're right, we'd better hurry!"
He's halfway to the end of the Boardwalk before Seto can pay the bill. He's all the way to the end before he can pull Jou away from the last of the food. And he's all the way inside the chapel before his fiancé can finally catch up with him.
Which is probably a good thing, at least for Pegasus. Because Seto would never have agreed to get married in an Elvis-chapel if he'd had a chance to say no before they got there.