Gleny!
Vinny found himself lingering outside the barn the reception was in. He'd enjoyed the rustic atmosphere, and the rolling hills around them created a great sense of intimacy. He'd known Graciela since they were eleven years old and he was glad to see her so happy. Even Edward was someone Vinny could call a friend, the bloke having tagged along on more than a few of his and Derek's adventures (or, perhaps, being used as bait, but that was besides the point---). It was nice to have a reason to smile.
Except Vinny had let his mind wander and roam, and soon his smile was gone and he had needed to get some air. He'd left Gleny at their table with a whisper in her ear about stepping outside, but that had to be at least three songs ago. He leaned against the side of the barn, hands deep in his jacket pockets and his eyes squinting out toward the sunset. He didn't know why his mind still played these games with him, started these tricks, but it created a cloud of confusion that he wanted to dissolve.
Maybe he was over thinking things. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe he was
right, but he sorely didn't want to be. Vinny shut his eyes, attempting to force himself to remove all negative thoughts from his mind so that he could return to the party and start taking Derek shot for shot like they'd promised each other at the portkey terminal. Right, right, priorities, deep breaths for priorities.
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