KnotMyProblem: It’s a literal fleshy pancake that came out of someone
KnotMyProblem: A thing with veins and blood and other life-giving shit someone grew and then jettisoned from their body like nbd
KnotMyProblem: brb heading to my moon colony where there’s a zero percent chance of THOSE. I don’t know why I keep coming back here when it’s obvious we have an infestation.
xVerity: @KnotMyProblem, don’t go anywhere. Since all of you are here, I wanted to make an announcement.
It had been a mistake to engage in conversation—the guys were chatty tonight, and Jayne couldn’t find a polite way to say goodbye.
xVerity: Mal and I have decided on a venue and made a deposit. We hope that you’ll all be able to join us on our big day.
A familiar wedding invitation loaded in the chat. Beautiful golden script interlocked xV and Mal’s full names at the top, and beneath, in legible but elegant cursive, was a concise invitation:United in love, Vincent and Malakai request your presence at their wedding Friday, August 3rd, at 5 o’clock in the evening at the Narioko Resort, Malolo Island, Fiji. Dinner and dancing to follow.
The Fijian wedding had been on the horizon for months now, but until now xV hadn’t been settled on a location.
xVerity: Mal and I understand that it’s a significant distance to travel, especially with young children, and that it’s a large expense, but we hope that you’ll be there. Glit, you and your partners are welcome as well, of course. Mal would love to have you there.
After an adjustment period, Mal had come around to the idea that Jayne wasn’t some tyrannical doctor whose sole purpose in life was to see xV fired. Jayne had earned his trust slowly, building rapport with him each time they met while picking up their respective kids on Saturday mornings. Parker had done most of the heavy lifting, if Jayne was being honest—not many people could spend time with his son and come away from the encounter anything less than totally in love—but he was appreciative of his son’s efforts. Maybe taking over the world wasn’t outside their scope of possibility.
xVerity: Right now we’re in negotiations with the resort regarding a reduced price for multiple overwater bungalow reservations, so if you’re interested in coming, touch base with me before you book—I hope to be able to save you at least a few hundred dollars.
LoveHarley: I can’t believe its officially happening! im so happy for you, xV. the two of you are so good together
TeenDad2: OMG FIJI!!! It’s HAPPENING!
TeenDad2: Aaron and I are still thinking about September for our wedding, but it’d be here in Aurora. We might end up bumping it. Idk. We’re both kind of undecided about what we want. But what I do know is that 100% we’ll be in Fiji this August to see you and Mal get married!! How awesome is that??
Gwynning: Alex and I will be there, too. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.
KnotMyProblem: Hey, @GlitterDoctor
GlitterDoctor: Yes?
KnotMyProblem: xV invited you, but you never confirmed. Do you think you’re going to Fiji?
It was a little early to tell for sure, and Jayne’s kneejerk reaction was that there was no way he’d be able to afford the airfare, let alone some fancy overwater bungalow, but those thoughts had been ingrained in him from years of living a survivalist lifestyle. They weren’t true anymore. With Caleb’s annual disbursement from his trust fund, Everett’s income from The Shepherd, and Jayne’s own salary, they would never hurt for money again. A trip like this wouldn’t mean that Jayne would have to eat pre-packaged ramen and keep the thermostat as low as he could tolerate for the next twenty years—it would actually be a vacation. Sand, sun, bottomless drinks, and easy laughter with his friends. There would be no guilt.
It was surreal.
Jayne spared Caleb and Everett a quick glance. Everett was still positioned over Caleb’s mouth, but he’d pulled out to let Caleb breathe. If they looked this good together in bed, how much better would they look fucking in Fiji?
GlitterDoctor: Yup, you bet your ass I’m going to be there.
KnotMyProblem: Are you bringing your love slaves with you?
GlitterDoctor: Of course. I can’t go and have all the sex ever in a tropical paradise if I don’t bring my lovers along with me
KnotMyProblem: That means you’ve got three people’s worth of suitcases, which is good, because after Gwynn’s latest act of unspeakable evil, I’m going to need to place a bulk order for glitter with you. I know the glitter inferno of months past has depleted your stock, but consider this advance warning: to exact my revenge, I’m going to need every fleck of craft herpes you have.
GlitterDoctor: Three full suitcases’ worth of glitter, huh?
KnotMyProblem: Maybe more. I’m ready and willing to pay for your luggage overages.
Knot was the definition of extra, and Jayne loved it. He grinned. He really had to get going soon, but he couldn’t resist playing along when Knot started to talk war.
GlitterDoctor: I’m an ethical glitter peddler, which means I only sell biodegradable glitter. That’s going to cost you a fabulous penny. You’re aware, right?
KnotMyProblem: Fuck yeah I am
