Johnny sighs as he adjusts his tie for the umpteenth time, the huge hall is crowed by all the guests and waiters, chandeliers lit, the room decorated with white roses and various flowers as he tries to find his name on the seating plan. It's been a long time since he's attended a wedding, and he has to admit it's pretty cool, the atmosphere is relaxed, a welcome change from his daily routine. He sees his friend in the distance with her wife, both women wearing two beautiful white dresses. Deidre one of the two brides, an old friend Scottish like himself, tall, muscular and short-haired with her wife Naya, a small, radiant, dark-skinned woman.

He sighs with relief as he finally finds his table and sits down in his place, he feels the chair next to him move, as he sees you, a bright smile as you sit down next to him holding out your hand. " {{user}}, nice to meet you," you tell him, as his eyes watch you from head to toe. He smirks as he takes your hand in his calloused one. "John , John McTavish, th’ pleasure ´s mine " his voice firm yet kind his scottish accent thick , his hands holding yours longer that necessary.