So I went to a wedding last night and the girlfriend asked for a Lacy and Nyssa drabble, so basically it was a perfect time to post this. Also if you're wondering why Lacy is Ukranian out of all things, it's because the bride's mother was Ukrainian and Polish and there were homemade perogies at the wedding brunch this morning. Amen. Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the following characters.

4. Fake Engagement: "we're getting fake engaged for [insert reason here]"

Nyssa was not a fan of social interaction on a good day, but once that shit was digitalised and marked on the calendar there was no going back.

On an unrelated note: she was not a fan of the phone. However she'd spent hours on hold, listening to sappy chimes and slogans, only to get turned down by every single one of Lacy's favourite restaurants. Miraculously the cute little Italian place downtown by the club with the awesome martinis called her back saying they'd just gotten a cancellation, which basically meant that responsibility for Friday's date night had just been completely lifted off her shoulders. Food, alcohol, home: these things would lead in to one another naturally. Perfect.

So far so good. Lacy was looking spectacular in a pale pink dress, her hair pinned up and held back by a long scarf. Nyssa herself had managed to scrub off a grease stain that had been displayed on her elbow for the last three days before calling it a day. Even more "perfect". This was by far the best date night she'd planned at the last minute.

Except for one thing. And it wasn't even Nyssa's fault or the waiter's fault, so they had to sit still and quiet and endure it all because he probably didn't want to have the Problem seated in his section anyways.

Basically they were sitting next to the Poster Child Republican Couple. Their cute little candlelit table was close enough in the cozy little restaurant for them to hear every snide and disgusting remark the couple exchanged about a gay couple sitting on the complete other side of the fucking room.

When the first 'I wish they'd keep it in the bedroom' was heard, Lacy and Nyssa had looked at each other briefly to figure out how they were going to get around this. The consensus was to do nothing, since that couple was too busy talking about The Homosexual Agenda (homosexuals travel in packs and therefore always have one fixed activity, usually separated in two-hour slots) to pay attention to them. For some reason, lesbians seemed to be able to slide under the radar more easily anyways. Usually Lacy was all about the glitter-glue posters and teaching troglodytes about the clitoris, but today they were on a date. They were being calm. They did not want to have to change tables or explain themselves to confused waiters. Besides, old people were hard to change. Luckily they were a dying breed.

But when the wife narrated a quick kiss with "I wonder what their parents must think", Nyssa saw Lacy stiffen up and cringe a little bit. The exact same cringe Nyssa had seen when Lacy's father had completely lost his cool upon meeting Nyssa for the first time. He'd been wheezing and shouting and swearing in Ukrainian, so Nyssa to this day had no idea what had happened- but she knew that they hadn't gone back to his place since, and Lacy missed her father every single day and so right now she was in a really bad place. So Nyssa had to fix it.

"Want to piss off an old white dude?" Nyssa asked taking a sip of her wine.

"When don't I want to piss off an old white dude?" Lacy asked. It was true. The girl had dyed half her head blue for a reason.

Nyssa nodded and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "Give me your ring."

Lacy slid the ring of her middle finger, frowning but trusting Nyssa who stuffed it in her pocket and kept talking as if nothing had happened. The other couple's food just landed on their table when Nyssa decided to go for it.

"I need to talk to you about something," Nyssa said putting her hands on the table.

"Go for it," Lacy said taking her hands.

Nyssa winked and Lacy winked back. They were on the same page: Nyssa would wing something super random, and Lacy would go with it as if they had a plan.

Nyssa spoke more loudly than she usually would.

"When I met you I thought you were a gift to this world," Nyssa said. "We all need a ray of sunshine in this world, and it's amazing how bright and cheerful and optimist you can be. It just so happens that you're good-looking too."

Lacy blushed.

"But the more I think about it, the more I think it's like you were designed and built to be a gift to me," Nyssa said, "because you are everything I need in every single way. You bring out my strengths, soften my weaknesses, balance me out. You're the best part about me, and I think it's time the entire world knew. Lacy Ho…"

Nyssa got up from her chair and knelt on the ground, pulling Lacy's ring (which, like, Mitchell had actually bought eons ago) out of her pocket. Lacy, an incredible actress, gasped loudly.

"Oh my God!"

"Lacy Kondratyuk ill you marry me?" Nyssa asked.

Lacy's hands were plastered over her mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She finally said. Nyssa slipped the ring on her finger and the restaurant's patrons all around them clapped and cheered. Nyssa got up, pulled Lacy to her feet and made sure to kiss her about as passionately as she could without making it awkward in a public place just for their neighbours' sakes. Lacy even squeezed a few fake tears out and whispered 'this is my favourite thing we've ever done' in Nyssa's ear before they sat back down.

In a splendid turn of events they also got their wine free from the restaurant after their touching fake-performance, and the couple next to them quickly got up and left, which meant that they could actually enjoy the free booze. (That was a lie. They were not known to ever be unhappy with booze- whether it was free or legally purchased).

After dinner they walked to the bar anyways, arms linked. Lacy slipped her ring back on her index finger.

"That was quite the touching performance," Lacy said. Nyssa blushed.

"Anything to piss off the assholes," Nyssa said.

"Mmm-hmm," Lacy said skeptically.

"Hey, what about you?" Nyssa said. "You weren't so bad yourself. I really thought you might say yes, there."

"Well maybe I would have," Lacy winked.

Nyssa stopped in the middle of the side walk.

"Really?" Nyssa asked.

Lacy arched an eyebrow. "Okay, I see. Your EQ is a bit rusty today. Let's do this the mathy way then. We've been together since we were 16, so that'll be seven years. We've lived together for four of those. Gay marriage has been federally legal for five years. You've been invited to collaborate on my wedding pinboard for a year. How's that for math, Nys?"

"Fucking relieving one," Nyssa said opening her purse and fumbling for something in the bottom, bottom, bottom which she'd made in a frenzied night when Lacy had been in the hospital. Nyssa had been booted out since she wasn't directly related to Lacy, and she'd spent the night worried out of her mind and forging everything and anything (she'd gone through their good cutlery) to clear her mind. Afterwards, Nyssa had immediately dismissed the idea and they'd been so busy with physical therapy and back operations since the accident that Nyssa hadn't really thought that it was the right time for anything.

She uncovered the box underneath a smushed square of ambrosia and opened it to show Lacy the glittering silver bands.

Lacy actually cried for real this time.