He almost feels as if he's along for some spectacular ride: a whirlwind, a roller-coaster, and he doesn't mind in the least. He picks up the band and studies it, shrugs and nods, letting the shopkeeper find the proper size for the both of them. The rings themselves aren't terribly expensive; a pile of money comes back to them.
Bill hands it back to Fleur and doesn't even mind when she tucks it into the bodice part of her dress. In fact, it makes him smile again; he adores her and could watch her play like this all night.
Perhaps they will. He leans forward, addressing the shopkeeper. "So tell me, friend: we're visitors here. What does one need to do to wed in this town?"
The man behind the counter laughs: it's far from the first time he's been asked this same question. He takes out a small map and hands it to Bill. "It's about the easiest thing there is to do here, pal. Go to the courthouse right here on 3rd street, it's open till midnight on Mondays. $55 gets you a marriage license -- all you need's ID -- and then you just pick a chapel." He gives them both a smile. "They'll give you a list of places there. Heck, you could even do a drive-through wedding if you didn't want to get out of the car."
Bill looks at Fleur and grins, blushing, gathering up the bag with boxes of jewellery tucked safely inside. He thanks the shopkeeper, rests his arm around Fleur, and they head out into the night.
"What next, love?" He glances up at the next clock he sees. 9:45, more or less. They could do this thing tonight if they wanted.
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Bill hands it back to Fleur and doesn't even mind when she tucks it into the bodice part of her dress. In fact, it makes him smile again; he adores her and could watch her play like this all night.
Perhaps they will. He leans forward, addressing the shopkeeper. "So tell me, friend: we're visitors here. What does one need to do to wed in this town?"
The man behind the counter laughs: it's far from the first time he's been asked this same question. He takes out a small map and hands it to Bill. "It's about the easiest thing there is to do here, pal. Go to the courthouse right here on 3rd street, it's open till midnight on Mondays. $55 gets you a marriage license -- all you need's ID -- and then you just pick a chapel." He gives them both a smile. "They'll give you a list of places there. Heck, you could even do a drive-through wedding if you didn't want to get out of the car."
Bill looks at Fleur and grins, blushing, gathering up the bag with boxes of jewellery tucked safely inside. He thanks the shopkeeper, rests his arm around Fleur, and they head out into the night.
"What next, love?" He glances up at the next clock he sees. 9:45, more or less. They could do this thing tonight if they wanted.