𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐍𝐘𝐂

the boyle-linetti wedding was thriving. darlene and lynn were now happily married, and the dances had begun. the dance floor was full, bustling with couples, waltzing to “kokomo”, as requested by charles.

jake peralta had been “funged” again. jake’s expression turned to horror as he watched his childhood romance jenny gildenhorn shove her tongue down a stranger’s throat. for the second time in his life.

his bowtie was loosened around his neck, as he planted his head on your shoulder. he wrapped his arms around your waist, and squeezed you tight. he was clearly avoiding looking at jenny, across the room, still too close for comfort to the handsome stranger.

“i was so closeeee…” he whispered into the crook of your neck. “maybe my tux didn’t have enough buttons.” he muttered with a sniffle.