LtCmdr Connor Dewitt - Cufflinks
Tim
((Connor’s Childhood Bedroom, Dewitt Residence, Ventura, California, Earth))
The groom did not know where the nervousness came from. Was it that he wanted the day to be perfect? Was it that her mother wanted the day to be perfect? Or did she need it to be perfect? Was it that all his friends where there? Was it that Ayemet might say no after all? He was sure she was the right woman! Or wasn’t he?
He was glad that Nolen was here to help him dress, although it was still quite some time until the ceremony started. Yet it was tradition that the groom greeted the guests and Connor should be dressed appropriately. And he was glad Nolen was here to keep him company. He probably was not able to show that love through his excitement and the potpourri of additional emotions, but he was thankful nontheless.
Hobart: ::tilting his head:: Not quite right…
Dewitt: It’s my wedding, Nolen - it better be quite right!
Hobart: Con, if anybody notices your neckwear when you’re standing next to your bride, I’m not the one who’s messed up.
Connor took a deep breath. In this moment, he wanted to punch his best man somewhere it would hurt. It might be the mix of excitement and nervousness and some doubt in a cocktail that made his mood… unstable. But Nolen had agreed to the job, he had to see it through now.
Dewitt: I’m not sure my mum would agree to that.
Connor paused for a moment as his best friend briefly checked his own bowtie before continuing to work on Connor’s
Dewitt: Yours looks great… I assume it did not take 23 minutes and 13 seconds to make that happen?
Hobart: Oh? No, I had Talia do mine. ::smirk:: She did great, didn’t she?
Connor’s teeth started grinding as he briefly closed his eyes to take him to a happy place.
Dewitt: Well, maybe we could ask Talia to repeat that work of art?
Nolen started to work on Connor’s neck again.
Hobart: Nah, don’t be silly. You don’t need her, you have me. ::gritted teeth:: Hold still, I think I know where I went wrong.
Dewitt: I’m holding still since half an hour, Commander… I’ve seen you rig the warp core to get us out of danger… This should not be more difficult.
Hobart: Response
Connor raised an eyebrow as he noticed that the corrections Nolen tried to apply to his masterpiece felt more and more
Dewitt: Well, this is evolving to become a dangerous situation and my mother won’t be as merciful as the Alpha Isles.
Hobart: Response
As the best man stepped aside, Connor looked at himself in the huge mirror in front of him and nodded. The Bowtie was acceptable. Probably, Nolen was right that nobody would pay attention - still he wanted it to be perfect. Who wouldn’t?
Ayemet’s words from a couple of weeks ago appeared in his mind again. She said she did not care, she just wanted to get married. Connor sighed. Hopefully, that was true.
Dewitt: Okay… Cufflinks - where are my cufflinks?
Hobart: Response
Dewitt: This is not funny, Nolen - where did you put them?
Hobart: Response
Connor started to search the room as he briefly gazed outside the window onto the distant creek and the prepared ceremony. He froze for a second and gulped.
Dewitt: What if she says no, Nolen?
Hobart: Response
TAG/TBC
Chief Engineer & Second Officer
USS Khitomer
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