his invitation was addressed very formally and safely to irving lane morrison iii. he imagines that if the weirdo mayor and his wife - to - be were just a little more upfront, then there would’ve been a note attached that read something like we’re only sending this so that later we can brag to our rich friends about how open - minded and charitable we are, so please don’t make things awkward by actually showing up.
so there he was : son of quite possibly the most notorious pathetic drunk in town, his tie all askew before the ceremony has even started and stolen cash peeking out of his pockets. a few guests had mistook him for a coat check as he loitered near the entrance of the church ( contemplating stepping out for another smoke, unsure if he would get back before the ceremony began ) and he decided to play along, hanging up the luxurious long coats that residents of fair lane and frigid city council members looked fully prepared to drop on the floor if no one had been there to catch them.
he reached into the pocket of a jacket that he had just slipped onto a hanger and tucked into the now - crowded closet, humming triumphantly when he found an expensive - looking wallet and swiped a few large bills. he patted his pocket and turned around to go find his seat, but gasped in surprise when he almost bumped right into someone. “uh, coat check ? ” lane didn’t know how much she had seen, so he opted to plaster on his perfectly polite customer service smile and held out a hand. / @tcthetouch ( cora )
