their pictures. Shortly after the session was over, Rose had announced that she and her husband were going to change into their more-than-willing-to-be-drenched-in-alcohol outfits. Since Ace and Lee didn't have to change, they would head straight for the reception and the newly-weds would arrive half an hour later. But it was starting to grow to an hour and there was still no sign of them. For the fourth time one of the champagne holding Krome members had suggested they call them. But before any one else could make a rude comment, a light blinked from atop the elevator indicating that someone was ascending. All around the crowd grew silent save for a rowdy person shouting, "I thought you were supposed to be on look out!" "We have been watching!" the girl with an up turned nose and an annoyingly naggy voice objected. She was standing with a group of her friends not too far away peering down at the hotel’s entrance. "It's just so cold up here!" "Maybe you shouldn't have been wearing that skank of an outfit, Chelsea." the guy in the crowd yelled back. Chelsea had hollered something vulgar in response, but all eyes were glued to the tinted elevator as DH's head first slid into view. He was looking down at his wife probably mentioning how old fashioned she looked in that velvet and lace dress of hers. Rose wore a 1990's inspired black velvet gown with a humongous white collar. It was so big, it looked like a miniature cape as it hung about her shoulders. An equally enormous creme colored bow sat on the back of her head. The material looked like something made of half plastic and half silk. Ace couldn’t help but to snicker at her sight. She looked like she was about to attend a funeral and go study in a private school all at the same time. DH, on the other hand, actually didn't look too bad. It was evident that his flavor was in the same era as his wife's, yet it was just a suit and tie. It was the material that made it look old. The coat of his outfit looked as if it had been speckled with random shades of grey and looked wooly- not smooth and silky like his blue tie and even lighter blue button up. The elevator arrived with a ding now and the doors slid open. Ace popped off the lid of his champagne bottle. He was among the first to spray his comrades and joined the crowd between shouts of, "What took you so long?!" and "We've been waiting up here all night!" By the time Ace had downed the bottle, he had managed to get half of his shirt soaked and sticky before wiggling his way out of the crowd and setting the empty bottle in a trash can. When he looked back, Rose and DH had already made it to the bright blue pool with the flock of foam- spraying gangsters surrounding them. Rose looked up at DH and wiped away a clump of alcohol from her eyes. Her scarlet hair clung to her face with stickiness. She hopped into DH's arms and he cradled her there like a baby. When the last bottle was used to drench DH's coat, he leapt into the pool. Rose let out a startled shriek before they both hit the water with an enormous splash. Fortunately, the hotel managers had kept the pool heated, so it was like jumping into a large warm bath tub. The crowd cheered and slowly began to fade into the party as DH kissed his bride all the way to the edge of the pool. Aaron was waiting for them there with a matching pair of towels. "You done?" he asked over their tangle of lips and wet limbs. "Yes," Rose gasped pulling away and gazing up at her husband. "For now anyway." she glanced up at Aaron noticing him for the first time. "Are those for us?" she asked eyeing the towels in his hands as water clung to her heavily mascaraed lashes. "This is the only present I bought you so, I hope you like it." replied Aaron. "Love it!" DH exclaimed as Aaron extended a hand to lift Rose out of the water. Just then Malachi Sarzanouski rushed by and shoved the High Krome in the back. With a gigantic splash, Aaron crumpled into the warm chlorinated water-