At every wedding Magnus had attended, which had been quite a few, there was always a "Singles Table". The Singles Table was where every single person that had been invited were crowded, in the hopes that somehow love would blossom. The idea itself was sweet, and a bit dumb. But mostly, it was offensive. Getting into a serious relationship took time, dedication! Magnus would get there one day. When he actually took time out of his day to start a relationship. Of course, he had tried before, but Børre had been less than pleased when Magnus had tried to romance his baby brother. How he had thought that had been a good idea, now that he thought about it, he had absolutely no idea. But since then, after getting the shit beat out of him, being in a relationship had been less than appealing.
As soon as he had sat down at the table with his drink, he noticed that Børre was laughing at him. Bastard had just gotten married, and now he was trying to set him up with someone. Magnus glared at him, but only got another round of laughter in return.
He had sat at the table by himself for a good ten minutes before another one of the singles who had been crowded at the table sat down.
"Embarrassing, isn't it?" He asked, resting his chin in his palm.
The girl snorted. "Extremely. I swear, that man gets off on the humiliation of others."
"Yeah, he's a dick."
She rolled her eyes. "Was there every any doubt?"
Magnus smiled. "Not really. What's your name?"
"Natayla." She picked up the folded card on the table. "It's right here, idiot."
Magnus glanced down to his own name card. "Yeah…Right…"
"What's yours?" Natayla asked.
"Magnus. It's right here, idiot."
"I will shit in the mouth of your firstborn child."
"Hot."