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#((of retelling 'casablanca' essentially with food mascots; with a LOT of adult humor thrown in for good measure))
theheadlessgroom · 6 months
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@beatingheart-bride
The invitation in the mailbox surprised Randall when he checked it: He never got mail, never-why would he? Were it not for the beautiful scarlet wax seal emblazoned with an elegant cursive G, he might have just disregarded it and thrown it away.
Taking it inside as he fixed himself a cup of coffee, he was in the midst of taking a sip when his eyes registered the invitation, and he very nearly choked on his coffee as he realized what he was being invited to. Through watery eyes, Randall stared at the invitation (a very lavish-looking one, reserved no doubt for the Gracey's wealthiest friends), before looking to the additional letter, penned by Dorian, explaining his little plan and assuaging any fears his best friend may have had about attending the engagement party.
(A good thing too, because Randall was initially reluctant to accept, worried his presence might spoil everything-Dorian really had thought of everything, really, reassuring him that everything would be just fine.)
Still, as he looked over the letter and the invitation, certain now that he'd be there with bells on, he still couldn't help but think to himself: What would I wear? It wasn't like he could afford to run out and buy a new suit just for the party...
...but he could afford to make himself something new.
Reinvigorated, Randall grabbed his sketch journal and a fresh cup of coffee as he rushed upstairs to his sewing machine (a hand-me-down from his mother), grabbing an armful of fabric as he opened the window, allowing the mercifully cool breeze (and the nearby band music wafting through the air) to fill his room as he sat down, took a swig of coffee, and got to work.
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