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chelsea duke. | 26. | wedding planner.

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chelseaduke:

“You’re being impossible, Rowan.” Chelsea groaned, leaping over the bar to his side, gripping his arms to stabilize herself. “You even smell of vodka, the bride will not like this,” she scowled. She turned around, slipping on an empty bottle of gin, her bottom hitting the marble floor. Her cheeks going beet red, she refused to look at the inebriated bartender as she crawled out of the bar.

“Nothing is impossible, Chelsea.” Rowan shook his head and rolled his eyes, watching as she leaped over the bar and used him to stabilize herself. “Nothing a breath mint can’t fix.” he chuckled, smiling at her. He knew she was mad, and honestly if he wasn’t so drunk he probably would’ve been himself. As he heard something hit the floor, Rowan turned, seeing her on the floor. “What are you doing down there?” he asked. “You need some help?”

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@rowanvincent

“Nothing is impossible, Chelsea.” Rowan shook his head and rolled his eyes, watching as she leaped over the bar and used him to stabilize herself. “Nothing a breath mint can’t fix.” he chuckled, smiling at her. He knew she was mad, and honestly if he wasn’t so drunk he probably would’ve been himself. As he heard something hit the floor, Rowan turned, seeing her on the floor. “What are you doing down there?” he asked. “You need some help?”

Chelsea felt the dull pain on her back, shuffling across the floor. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She lied through gritted teeth, hiding her red face behind her dark hair. “Let’s never speak of this,” she said, rising to her feet.

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@cashelliottadams

“Yeah, it is the ass crack of dawn and I really don’t understand why you’re calling me. Isn’t it the wedding planners job to fix things in a crisis. There are a few of you, call them, see if they can help.” he spoke, pulling the phone away from his ear and looking at h screen. “Seriously, it’s four! What kind of wedding crisis could you be having this early?”

“Well, this is kind of your expertise, big guy.” She said plainly, glancing at her clipboard. “Remember the Seattle bride marrying the guy twice her age?” Chelsea inquired with a smirk, “She ordered a ginormous wedding gown that none of us can carry,” she huffed, “Will you help us out?”

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@oakxadams

Oakleighy looked up, slightly shocked, “Married? Why- why would I want to get married?” The girl put down the cloth napkin and walked away, “I’m twenty four. I don’t feel like I need to settle down. Not yet anyway.”

“Alright,‘ya got me there.” Chelsea chuckled, throwing her hands up in mock defeat, “Just wait till you turn twenty-six, she sighed,” straightening the floral centerpieces. “Then you’ll be husbandless and stuck in a job serving stuck up, bitchy brides,” She said ruefully, picking up a napkin.

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@thexlauren “awww, I’m really sorry to hear that. next time, you should buy some nike or adidas in case something like that happens again.” she teased her slightly.  

“I’m a wedding planner, not a track star.” Chelsea groaned, pursing her lips together. “So what about you, any brides giving you hell?” She said, turning to her blonde co-worker.

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@rowanvincent

Rowan shook his head as he lifted the bottle and took a sip, emptying the bottle and tossing it into the trashcan next to him. “I’m not worried about a bride.” he shook his head. “I’ll be fine, I’m not worried about a bride.” he slurred, looking at the girl in front of him. “Besides, I’m just the bartender. it doesn’t matter what they think of me, I just serve drinks.”

“You’re being impossible, Rowan.” Chelsea groaned, leaping over the bar to his side, gripping his arms to stabilize herself. “You even smell of vodka, the bride will not like this,” she scowled. She turned around, slipping on an empty bottle of gin, her bottom hitting the marble floor. Her cheeks going beet red, she refused to look at the inebriated bartender as she crawled out of the bar.

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@oakxadams

Oakleigh raised an eyebrow, “What? Ms. I’ll handle everything doesn’t know what the bride ordered? That can’t be good.” The girl softly laughed at herself, “I guess Ms. Lauren was in charge or ordering food?” She asked, speaking of the other wedding planner on staff, “Some sort of roast thing for dinner.”

“I remember now,” Chelsea said wrinkling her nose, her eyes scanning at her clipboard. “She’s the Korean bride who chose the tacky trumpet-style wedding gown.” She leaned next to the blonde, her brown eyes flickering at her tired expression. “So kiddo, ever think of getting married anytime soon?” She grilled mischievously. 

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“okay, so what are you gonna do with that? I don’t think that we can return them. I don’t think that they would survive another transport. “have you had a calm conversation with her? maybe she would change her mind and agreed.”

“She asked for baby pink and we gave her baby pink,” Chelsea scowls rolling her eyes. “She insists it’s a shade too light so I’m gonna have to run to the florist in my new Jimmy Choos.”

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“Oh good, you’re here.” Chelsea sighed, setting her clipboard on the table. “Bridezilla just threw another mega meltdown after we ordered flowers in the wrong shade of pink.” 

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@dvangelcs

* ┆   DEAD BEAT SIGHS and worn out glances, matteo plopped down on the seat next to the other – a good distance from all the chaos on the dance floor. “   i swear to god – if i didn’t love free food and hot girls so much, i would’ve quit being a wedding photographer a long time ago.   ”

“Come on Matt,” Chelsea sighed, nudging him with her arm. “Even I love a good wedding now and then.” She sat down next to him on the velvet couch, her hand resting on his firm shoulder. “You gonna start to lighten up, or am I gonna book you a funeral job?” She teased with a wink.

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@oakxadams

Oakleigh sighed, folding over the napkin in her hand. “This is insane. Why are we doing this?” Of course, the girl knew it was her job jut it was exhausting. Her job was to deliver food to people, not fold cloths into tiny squares. “Please tell me someone has plans for tonight. Anything.”

“Gotta admit, it’s a lot better than the bride who demanded swans,” she replied, clutching onto her clipboard. She sighs, taking a napkin from the stack and folding it neatly. “What’re they serving tonight, anyway?” 

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@cashelliottadams

“Are you aware of what time it is?” The male rolled over, noticing the time on the clock. The light flashed 4:00 AM, which meant he still had typically another hour before he was supposed to be awake and starting his morning routine. “Seriously, who the hell calls at 4:00 in the morning? You better hope this is for a good reason, because I’m not very happy.”

Chelsea sauntered into her office shutting the door behind her. It was four in the morning and the wedding party was already in chaos. “Hello to you too, sunshine.” She piped, trying to ignore Cash’s irritated groans on the other line. “I know it’s the ass crack of dawn but we ran into some trouble.” She said flatly, massaging her temples. “Come help your favorite wedding planner?” she pleaded.

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@rowanvincent

“If you’re here to tell me that I should stop drinking, you’re talking to the wrong person.” The male’s vision was blurry and his words were a bit slurred, the obvious sign that he’d been consuming just as much alcohol as he typically served. “But, if you’re here to join me, come on in. Will that be one shot or two?” he asked, lifting the almost empty bottle of vodka and placing it against his lips before he took a sip, the slightest wink taking over his expression.

“Seriously Rowan?” Chelsea sighed exasperatedly, snatching the glass bottle from his hands. “The bride will be here in thirty, I want you sobered up.” She plopped onto a bar seat shaking her head. Reaching into her handbag, she pulled out a jug of mineral water labeled ROWAN in black sharpie. 

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