[There's... doves in his hair. It's cute, he thinks? Then again, he doesn't really realize they're edible until people start catching them and stuffing them in their mouth. Oh. Okay then.
Carter is firmly and camp brush out of your hair, so he smiles and wipes at his head politely, trying to shake them off.
And right into his neighbor's drink.
Oops.]
Sorry! Didn't mean to do that, uh. Please, let me get you another one...
ii. reception
[Standing awkwardly on the sideline you say. Well! He's an expert at that?
Carter is polite enough to engage in small talk, social enough to clap along to the music and cheer for the happy couple. But he's also a very stiff noodle beyond that, avoiding the bar, so very much not dancing and not really able to relax.
Still, he'll raise his glass when there's a toast, he'll approach people he knows, and he'll make an effort not to be the guy stuck in the corner.]
Do you know what's up with the eggs? Where I'm from that's more of a Halloween thing...
iii. a little trade; cw: addiction
[It's late and what can he say, he's really glad he came. Feels like the air is just charged with positive energy and it's great to just get together and celebrate something so nice. Feels like it's been forever since he had something to celebrate. Still, the sun's probably about to come up and he's ready to head out and call it a night. Morning. Post-party blue hour.
Carter takes his gift bag but pauses when he spots the champagne bottle. He looks around and taps the shoulder of the person next to him, offering it to them.]
You want mine?
iv. wildcard
[Feel free to bump into him anywhere at the wedding. He'll be dressed to the nine and behave in his poshest old money way, old habits die hard.]
John Carter | ER
[There's... doves in his hair. It's cute, he thinks? Then again, he doesn't really realize they're edible until people start catching them and stuffing them in their mouth. Oh. Okay then.
Carter is firmly and camp brush out of your hair, so he smiles and wipes at his head politely, trying to shake them off.
And right into his neighbor's drink.
Oops.]
Sorry! Didn't mean to do that, uh. Please, let me get you another one...
ii. reception
[Standing awkwardly on the sideline you say. Well! He's an expert at that?
Carter is polite enough to engage in small talk, social enough to clap along to the music and cheer for the happy couple. But he's also a very stiff noodle beyond that, avoiding the bar, so very much not dancing and not really able to relax.
Still, he'll raise his glass when there's a toast, he'll approach people he knows, and he'll make an effort not to be the guy stuck in the corner.]
Do you know what's up with the eggs? Where I'm from that's more of a Halloween thing...
iii. a little trade; cw: addiction
[It's late and what can he say, he's really glad he came. Feels like the air is just charged with positive energy and it's great to just get together and celebrate something so nice. Feels like it's been forever since he had something to celebrate. Still, the sun's probably about to come up and he's ready to head out and call it a night. Morning. Post-party blue hour.
Carter takes his gift bag but pauses when he spots the champagne bottle. He looks around and taps the shoulder of the person next to him, offering it to them.]
You want mine?
iv. wildcard
[Feel free to bump into him anywhere at the wedding. He'll be dressed to the nine and behave in his poshest old money way, old habits die hard.]