Wedding
1999
"Lookie what I have," Liz appeared in the bedroom doorway, holding something covered in a dark grey garment bag.
Quackerjack glanced up from pouring nitroglycerin into one of his exploding pandas. His eyes fell on the garment in her hands and he groaned, "Do I HAVE to wear that? Can't I just wear my regular clothes?"
"Yes, and no," Liz replied. She moved into the room and laid the bag across the bed.
"But I HATE suits."
"Its not a suit, its a tux," She smirked.
"Same difference," He sulked. "I still don't see why I can't just wear what I always wear."
"Because," She said. "this is my wedding, and you will wear what I tell you to wear."
"Our wedding," He corrected her.
The corner of Lizs bill turned up into a sly smile. "Oh no, pumpkin... this is MY wedding. I'm just graciously allowing you to attend," She turned, heading out of the room.
Quackerjack remained where he was for a moment, before carefully sitting his panda aside and following after her. "Well you can't get married without me," He told her.
Liz stopped, half way to the kitchen, and turned to face him, "You think that. I'd find someone else to marry me." She grinned, "You know, Reg has wanted to get married for years.. I'm sure he'd do it."
The jester blinked.
"Shes got a point."
Quackerjack scowled, pulling Mr. Banana Brain from inside his clothes, "You're siding with HER?!"
"Of course he is," Liz smiled. "Mr. Banana Brain loves me. Don't you, sweetie?" She poked the dolls nose.
"Sure do, Stu," Quackerjack spoke through the doll.
Liz grinned. Quackerjack glared. "Well FINE THEN!" The jester shouted. "He can wear the tux and marry you!"
"I think you should at least look at the tux."
"What for? Its gonna be awful."
"Just go look at it. I had it custom made just for you."
"Fine," Quackerjack pouted as he turned around and headed back into the bedroom. He really hated suits and Liz was gonna force him to dress up in one. Unzipping the garment bag, he blinked at the tux inside of it. It was colored exactly like his normal outfit, including the stripes and polkadots on the sleeves. "Liz?"
"Yes dear?" Liz was leaning against the doorframe.
Turning to face her, Quackerjack grinned, "Where did you get this?"
"I told you, I had it custom made just for you."
"You're okay with me wearing this for the wedding?"
"Of course," she smiled. "I know how much you hate suits, so I had one made that I thought you might be willing to wear."
Quackerjack gleefully threw his arms around her. "I can wear this," he grinned. "Can I still wear my hat?"
"Of course. I'm gonna get dinner started." Turning, she headed from the room with him trailing behind her.
"What are you gonna wear?" He asked her as they entered the kitchen.
"A normal wedding dress," the girl replied as she began pulling things out of the fridge. "But you're not allowed to see me in it until the wedding."
Quackerjack slipped into a chair at the table as he watch the girl prepare dinner. "No bright colors or glowsticks?" He asked her.
"The wedding will be during the day," she told him as she worked, "no one would see the glowsticks anyway."
"We could have it at night."
"A night wedding?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Well," she thought for a moment, "since some of our guests are known criminals, maybe doing it at night is best. Do ya think Negs will show up?"
"I doubt it," he replied.
"Yeah," Liz frowned, "he'd never come. Especially since Darky will be there."
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"How about this one?" Liz emerged from the dressing room and slowly turned in a circle.
"Its a bit low cut," her mother replied.
Next to Liz's mom, her sister-in-law, Julia stood with another dress drapped over her arm. "It is a kinda low cut," the woman told her. "Try this one," she passed the dress to Liz.
Liz took the item and disappeared back into the dressing room. "Reggie is teaching Spike to be the ring bearer," Liz called from behind the door.
"Negaduck isn't gonna be there, is he?" Amy asked.
"Doubtful," Liz replied. "I'm inviting Darky and the Justice Ducks, I doubt Negs will want to show up."
"Good," Liz's mother snorted, "I can't believe you still hang out with him."
"Hes not so bad," Liz told her. "When hes not trying to kill you."
"What if one of these days he does kill you?"
"I don't think that will be an issue," Liz replied from the dressing room. "Negs likes me in his own way. I don't think he'd know what to do if I wasn't around."
"Probably because he wouldn't have anyone to abuse."
"Not true," Liz said as she emerged. "Hes got the rest of the gang. Okay hows this one?"
"Much better," her mother told her. "What do you girls think?"
"It suits you," Julia said.
"And it covers your boobs better," Amy added.
"Good, I'm sick of trying on dresses." Liz moved to glance at herself in the full length mirror next to the dressing room. "Its kinda poofy."
"A tiara would look good with it," Julia told her. "I think I have one."
"QJ wants to do the wedding at night so I can wear glowsticks."
"Kinda tacky, isn't that?" Amy asked.
"Well considering the suit I had made for him, I don't think me being a little tacky will matter. If he had his way the whole dress would be tacky and brightly colored." She moved back to the dressing room. "I'll go with this one." Several minutes later she returned in her normal clothes with several dresses on hangers. "Can you guys put these back where they belong?"
The other three each took a couple of dresses and disappeared to other areas of the store as Liz took her dress to the counter. Fifteen minutes later the women had all said their goodbyes and Liz was driving away, with Amy in the passengers seat.
"You're in love with Negs," Amy sounded a little surprised.
Liz was silent for a moment before she spoke. "Yeah," she replied. "Don't tell QJ. I've been in love with Negs for years now."
"Thats why you so readily forgive him for all the horrible things he does."
"He needs someone to stick around and take care of him," the younger girl replied. "I told him once that his destructive tendencies would bring about his own end. Someone has to save him from himself."
"I won't tell Quacky."
"Good, he would be really upset if he knew."