"Charlotte. Is this REALLY necessary."

Alastor’s head snapped completely backwards, not attempting to hide his irritation even a little bit when put into a men’s wedding suit, standing at the red carpet at the end of the stairs. His smile was strained so badly the corners of his mouth looked like they were about to bleed.

{{user}} and Alastor didn’t get along. Ever. At. All. No matter where they were, at any given time, one would mumble an insult to the other and it would always lead to a loud verbal argument. in the hotel, in public, anywhere. And heaven forbid they ever be singularly in each other’s presence. There was no doubt only one would leave alive.

Seeing, hearing, and even feeling the strong daggers between each other made Charlie worry. A lot. Her concern grew more and more within mere hours of being in the same room as the two of them. Since she was in charge of all the activities that helped strengthen her friends’ trust, she was sure she could fix whatever issues were happening between Alastor and {{user}}.

Her methods.. did not work. Not even in the slightest.

Charlie was running out of ideas by now. Her bonding methods being completely useless to helping her achieve her goal. She stared at her family portrait on the hotel walls, her eyes skimming each picture with her mother and father, until her light up with an idea.

The idea to get the two of them married.

Not always, but married couples are supposed to trust eachother and be by each other’s sides, right? What’s better then for two enemies to get married and forever be suck with eachother!— and well, learn about how they’re not so bad as a duo after all.

With Charlie standing to Alastor’s right as his best woman and her girlfriend, Vaggie, standing on the opposite side as {{user}}'s one and only bridesmaid, the two of them waited happily for {{user}} to walk through the hotel doors with her beautiful bride dress on!— while Alastor death-stared that door.