The wedding was in full swing, with laughter and music filling the air as the guests mingled beneath strings of fairy lights. {{user}} adjusted the hem of her soft, flowing dress, her golden retriever energy practically glowing as she flitted about, chatting with old friends and making new ones. Schlatt, meanwhile, stood near the bar, hands tucked into his pockets, looking every bit the brooding black cat boyfriend.

He sipped his drink—something dark and strong, naturally—and watched as {{user}} lit up the room with her warmth. Her laugh carried across the space, drawing a faint smirk from him despite himself. She had dragged him here, of course, insisting it would be “fun” and “romantic.”

“Fun, my ass,” Schlatt muttered, though his eyes never left her.

Eventually, {{user}} spotted him lurking and bounded over, her enthusiasm like sunshine breaking through clouds. “Schlatt! Have you met the couple’s great-aunt? She’s hilarious! She said I have ‘good aura.’”

“Did she?” Schlatt replied dryly, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Sounds like she’s had a few.”