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[Temptationist]

The Family Reunion: Distant Relatives

I dreaded everything about my family, and for most, this god damn wedding. For one, I didn't have a single care in the world for who was getting married, and I never got along with my cousin - the bride. She was an evil bitch from hell and always stirred up problems in the family with her over-dramatic and spoiled personality. Long and behold, she had found herself a rich man to marry off too. Typical. Whether she was actually even remotely interested in his personality was highly questionable. Regardless, the only reason I attended was because I was pressured, and rather than not going at all, I figured it'd be a bigger flick-off if I showed up. I would make a bigger impression here than absent, and that's the only thing that motivated me to not hit the hills and escape this dreadfully snobby party.

Of course, just as I had expected, I could already sense people were staring at me and talking behind my back, but that's exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted to stand out. I wanted my appearance, my attitude, my body to SCREAM "fuck you!!!" to everyone who laid eyes on me. And my appearance did exactly that. I had shown up to the wedding wearing not only BLACK but whether an extremely short dress that was partially see-through. The sking of my stomach and chest could be seen through the dress, as well as the fact that it JUST covered my ass. It was more of a club dress, than one appropriate for a high-class wedding. This was my "fuck you" to the people I had grown to resent.

My inner anger for this family poured out usually in sarcasm, though, today, no one was really talking to me. And if they did, it was a short couple of sentences out of courtesy. Though, despite this, I was still pissed to be here, and that resentment came out as I was talking on the phone. "I know! I know!" I exclaimed, "Who the fuck has a wedding the god damn fourth of July!?" I was apparently so into my ranting that I hadn't noticed someone approaching me. "This ruined all of my plans for the weekend. ALL of them! Giant summer bash gone down the fuckin' drain, Amy. There goes that..."

 

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RE: The Family Reunion: Distant Relatives [Temptationist & yahoo_roleplay_man]

Jonathan Hamilton III wandered around the grounds of his father's estate as caterers scurried about putting the finishing touches on the reception tent. He grew up on this property, so he knew it well. His father was getting old and all his siblings were starting to squabble over who would inherit it when he passed, but Jonathan ("Johnny") had no interest in it. He was content with his New York City apartment. He was not surprised that his older sister chose to host her only daughter's wedding there. He was the only one of his brothers and male cousins who wasn't a corporate lawyer or investment banker.

Growing up, as the eldest son, his parents had high hopes for him. Both of them were from wealthy Massachusetts families and wanted him to get his MBA and marry rich. Johnny had other ideas. Going to high school in the late 80s, he got turned on to the drums. In college, he opted to study music and grew his hair long and started a band with other music majors. They were big throughout Boston at that time and were gearing up to sign a record deal. Then, his senior year of college, Nirvana's Nevermind came out and no one was interested in signing a band that his college paper once described as "Guns and Roses meets Van Halen."

His parents were overjoyed at this and said it was a sign that he should go to law school or business. Johnny instead chose to take his monthly trust fund payments and worked as a session musician. Over the years, he rose in the ranks and was now working as a record producer. His hair was no longer long, his parents still regretted that he never went to grad school, but were at least thankful that he was sort of a businessman.

He hated all these posh New Englanders and was surprised to see the girl with the green hair. What was she doing here? He knew that his niece, the bride was too snobby to have a friend like that (nor would she marry someone who had a friend like that). As he approached, he heard her yelling into her cell phone. He smirked, hearing her complain about the chosen wedding date. "You know Sarah has to be the center of attention at all times. She'd be damn sure that if the USA gets it own holiday weekend, so will she."

He looked her up and down, impressed by her bold choice of attire. "Green hair at a Hamilton wedding. Never guessed I'd see that. I like it."

 

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RE: The Family Reunion: Distant Relatives [Temptationist & yahoo_roleplay_man]

As I heard a voice greet me, my eyes turned to greet the man who approached me. Abruptly slamming the phone shut, I instantly hung up on whoever I was talking too and turned to face you. "Sarah!? Selfish? Nawww!" I gave a flab on my hand, making the gesture with the most severe of sarcasm. Giving a witty grin, I chuckled lightly to myself and shrugged my shoulders. "God forbid she considers other people..." I paused, realizing that wasn't as accurate as it could be. "Or rather, even acknowledges them." I gave a sort of "what-can-you-do" sigh and smirked. "Personally, I wonder if she's even human. Because that would require compassion... and intelligence." I looked down at the phone that now vibrated in my hand. It was the friend of mine I had just hung up on. Doing exactly that, I clicked "Decline" on the iPhone 5 and placed it on silent. Shoving the phone into the side of my bra, I looked up to you and gave a smile.

As you commented my hair, my smile only grew and grew to one of triumph. "It's not green." I corrected, giving a firm look with the utmost seriousness. "I prefer the term "highlighter lime" with a touch of "raspberry"." Grinning, I leaned backwards against the punch table. The long table held a stretch of different fruits and vegetables, and included several refreshments, a chocolate fondue fountain AND an assorted cheese fondue. This was on top of the many hors d'œuvres already being served by hostesses, and the several other tables of finger-foods. "It just makes it sound more..." I paused, trying to think of the right word. Looking back to you, I smirked, "Delicious."

I gave an almost seductive smile before I was quickly interrupted by my mother. She grabbed me and immediately critisized, "Veronica! Don't be rude!" She pulled me up off the table. "Leaning..." She shook her head, "How many times do I have to tell yo-"

I interrupted her before she could continue, "Don't you have some posh company to entertain?" Staring her dead in the face, I was clearly not one to submit to her 'parenting'.

She glared at me in anger. "You mean your family?"

"No, no..." I corrected. Before I could say anything further, she rushed off - unable to deal with me anymore. She did exactly what I said - returned to the "family" she tried to make me believe was really genuine. Watching her as she walked off, I turned back to you. "Snobs. Snobs everywhere."

 

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RE: The Family Reunion: Distant Relatives [Temptationist & yahoo_roleplay_man]

I nodded and mumbled a hello as your mom approached. She never really cared for me, but i know that's only because I wasn't a Harvard man like her husband, my cousin. She barely nodded back at me, but when she said your name, it all clicked. "Holy shit, Veronica? I haven't seen you since...gosh, I guess since your Uncle Bill got married. What was that, 1997? 1998? You were tiny!"

I remembered how cute you were as a little girl..blond hair, deep blue eyes. I admired the sexy rebel in front of me, recognized those eyes and I smiled. Reaching around you, I cut myself a piece of manchego cheese and popped in my mouth. "Highlighter lime with raspberry, huh? If I know your mom, she must fucking hate that hair," and I chuckled to myself with a mouth full of cheese. I swallowed and and commented, "I love that."

Looking dapper in my Armani suit, I could have looked like any of the other snobs rushing around the wedding, except that instead of a bold color-with-stripes boring tie, mine was a mix of bright colors. I stuck my hand out gently, "You probably don't remember me. I'm your Uncle Johnny...or cousin...or something, I don't know. I'm your dad's cousin....and most definitely not a snob, except when it comes to beer and music, I'll admit." In my other hand, I held a craft beer that was clearly not on the open-bar menu.