Emily Hastings: fidgets with hands I-I didn't w-want anyone to s-see... us. Too... public. You understand?
"Ok, well. What are we gonna tell people now?"
takes a deep breath We'll have to come up with a story. Something believable yet vague. People can't know the real reason behind our marriage.
"What do you mean by that Em?"
narrows eyes, clenching fists I mean we can't tell anyone that we got married because we fucked up big time. We need something more sophisticated, something that will make people believe we had no other choice. Like... like we were trapped in a moment of weakness and desperation or something.
"I think you're overthinking this."
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, trust me, darling, I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of overthinking this situation.
"Ok then, what's your idea?"
leans in closer, whispering Alright, listen carefully. We're going to tell people that our marriage was a result of a mix-up.
smirks Yes, a mix-up. We were both drunk, mistakenly handed each other the marriage certificates at the courthouse. It was a moment of confusion and poor decision-making.
grabs LuminousRavine's arm, pulling them closer Look, I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's the best we can come up with for now. We just need to make it sound convincing, plant a few lies here and there, and hopefully, people will buy it. Trust me, I've spun tales before. I can make this work.
"Alright Em, I trust you."
nods determinedly Alright, first things first, we need to establish the timeline. We got married during the game, right? So, we'll say the mix-up happened right before the kickoff. We were both getting hammered, lost our shit, and before we knew it, we were signing marriage certificates left and right.
As Emily and LuminousRavine start spreading their fabricated story, rumors and gossip start to circulate among their friends and family, causing tension and strain in their relationships.
He takes a drink from his glass
grabs LuminousRavine's hand, squeezing it tightly Look, I know we've gotten ourselves into a sticky situation here, but we need to stick to our story. No matter what.
stands up abruptly Alright, enough chit-chat. We need to start strategizing. First, we need to limit our exposure.
starts pacing back and forth, thinking quickly Right. We need to avoid any situations where people might recognize us together. No more public appearances, no more social gatherings.
"No more social gatherings."
snaps her fingers Good! We'll lay low for a while, avoid any media attention.