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Welcome to a toast to bad taste, a site based around the preparations of a hollywood wedding that has numerous things that could go wrong. from sneaky bridesmaids to pesky journalists, the spouses-to-be are getting stressed by the insane amount of attention dawning on them. the groom especially, since a recent interview as exposed that he might be getting to overwhelmed with hollywood life and might not be able to handle his bride. this can't be good since the rumor is true, even if the wedding party and their publicist are trying to cover this up.
so is all this preparations going to be for nothing? will things go up only to come back down on the day of? this is hollywood after all, before you can have your perfect hollywood wedding, you must first survive the hollywood engagement.
setting:
january 2009
los angeles, california
two weeks until the wedding
august 5, 2008
welcome to the site! please register with first, middle, and last name all in lower case. this is our grand opening, there are over seventy canons you can choose from. at this point, we're not accepting originals, but why would we when we have so many canons? look around the site, if you have questions you can ask the staff in the cbox.
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Lyrics By: Far-less
Skin: Shannon @ RCR
Sidebar: Dana
Coding Help: RCR
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clementine pushed open the lightweight glass door leading into the restaurant. it was a small deli/cafe-type affair, perfect for an afternoon lunch meeting. well, sort of a meeting. more of a chance to get to know the woman her step-brother was going to marry. she didn't really believe it was going to happen -- he had expressed doubts abut the wedding as a whole, and the lifestyle into which he was planning to marry. that was the reason she had leaked his insecurities to the press. It wasn't because she wanted to sabotage her step-brother's wedding or his happiness -- of course not! she wasn't that much of a bitch. no, she was convinced that they would be divorced within a year, two at most, and she wanted to spare him that hardship, as well as all the various complications inherent in marrying into hollywood. she didn't think he would be able to stand the spotlight it would put him in, and to demonstrate this, she had leaked a few of his more private (but not really damaging) problems. she didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted to point out that the life he was about to enter wasn't one that would suit him. and now, she wanted to meet the other party. clementine had met her brother's bride, of course, but they hadn't had any one-on-one time, so to speak. and as the oldest woman in the family, and someone her brother often confided in and asked advice of, she felt she needed not to shut the woman out completely.
a rush of cool air blew over her, brushing loose a few strands of hair from where they clung closely to her head. it hadn't been long since she cut her hair and dyed it back to its natural color, but she was already enjoying the fact that she didn't have to scramble for a brush every time a breeze blew a strand of hair loose. that was the great thing about short hair; it required so much less work to maintain, and clementine was all about whatever personal grooming habits took less time and effort. she smiled politely at the host, asking for a table for two, preferably by a window. she was a couple minutes early, and there was no crowd of drooling paparazzi outside the window, so she was relatively certain her companion had yet to arrive. brushing by several ficuses, miniature palm trees, and long-leafed plants in pots, she followed the younger man to a table, asking for a peach flavored iced tea with extra lemon while she waited. there was a part of her that wanted to ask for a long island iced tea, but she knew better. that would be a very bad idea, and as much as she would like to be able to indulge herself just that tiny little bit, she knew it wouldn't stop there. or rather, she was afraid it wouldn't stop there. she did have some semblance of self-control, but did she really trust it? one slip, and her entire future was gone now, not like before, when she had little to lose.
a long sigh escaped her lips, and she stared out the window, just waiting for the arrival of her guest. though they were technically both guests in the restaurant, clementine couldn't help but feel that, because she was the one who had asked for this lunch, invited the other girl here, it made her a hostess, of sorts. a rather loose definition, of course, but it seemed to fit for her. her eyes wandered around the room, falling on plants that she thought too numerous, making the restaurant look almost cluttered and defying the light, breezy atmosphere in the air. she took in the flower-decorated lamps hanging over each table, and the small number of customers at this time of day. mostly, the occupants were on their lunch break from one of the large offices down the street, or meeting other business associates to discuss deals. very boring, as far as clementine was concerned. she would never be able to understand how people could live day to day talking about money and business. she would be bored and burned out within a month, guaranteed. part of the reason she wasn't too fond of her current job and line of education...but that was what she had to do, and she would do it if it killed her. much like she would do this lunch. she sighed again, her gaze going to the window and the street outside, cars rushing by and people walking. that old eighties song, "nobody walks in l.a." was far from accurate.
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