Lion Head Mesa (ap) talking to a plant in the corner

Weddings weren’t exactly Sabah’s…forte. She’d sent out the bird to scout as he wished for the night, watched her Mazoi throw out the drunk and disorderly, while the greyscale woman herself…sat in the corner and watched.

It was nice, here in the corner. She could be alone with her thoughts, pretend to be sober enough to deal with anyone’s shit, and generally look at her own shadow on the wall and try to convince it she wasn’t the slightest bit jealous of this whole shebang. Sabah clenched her teeth a bit more, hunching. As a child, she’d wanted a white wedding, she remembered. Having to play caterer to one made her wish for the day she could do it too. Then life dragged her heart out with a spoon and stomped it until the romance was bled out of her.

But sometimes, she wanted. And Sabah wanted more than she could say aloud. Thus, the corner. Where her inhibitions could be released, and there was nobody around to pay much attention to it because everyone here was probably too drunk to care that the Jodai was a mopey drunk.