Musings~Dante Amaya~

[Eleanor Smith]

(ooc. incase you are reading this, this is for Amaya's birthday. )

It had been a pretty good day. She and Dante had gone out and partied and laughed. Now they were lying down in the grassy meadows, looking at the stars. Their conversation had gone where it was bound to go eventually: their wedding.

"I wish I didn't have to go through it. It seems so unnessecary. I mean you get all dressed up to go see an old guy who would marry you any day, and at the end of the day you go home together and "knock boots". I wouldn't really care how we got married, just as long as it happened. I would rather go to the priest right now and get married, if it saved me five days of getting hair and nails done. But then I wouldn't get to dress up and you know how much I love that." Amaya ranted.

[Dante Smith]

"Well, there is a way around it. We could elope. I could come and get you a few days from now, you could dress up and everything and we could just go to the priest and get married. It would totally piss off Jay, but I could get Charlie to go along with it and then we would have that all important "witness". " He said. "What do you think, love?"

[Eleanor Smith]

Amaya looked up to gaze at him in wonder.

"Dante Smith, has anyone told you that you are an absolute genius. I love it! Jay will kill me though, so be ready to accept widowerhood. So what day are you thinking, mighty genius?" Amaya said,