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Oscar could hardly say he was surprised when he got an invite to his father’s next wedding, with yet another request to be the best man. He survived enough of them to know what to expect from the experience, and knew he had no interest in going to another one alone. There was only one person he’d consider asking, he knew she could handle the insanity of his family without the experience being insufferable. She’d find a way to have fun for both of them.
Angie hadn’t been expecting the invitation, but there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for Vega anymore. Drinks were also in the equation, which made her acceptance of the invitation that much easier. She really didn’t know what she was in for. She knew how Oscar felt about his family, but she’d only ever met his father a couple times. It’d be fun one way or another, she knew that. Whether they partied on the dance floor or sat drunk in the corner judging his distant cousins, she knew how to have a good time. But it was still a wedding of all things with her partner. What if his family was expecting him to bring a romantic date?
Oscar was at her door at noon sharp; he was naturally better at being on time than she was. He knocked once, twice, hearing her yell something that at least remotely sounded like an invitation to come in. He did as he heard, soon finding himself in the kitchen.
“Angie!” He finally called out, poking around her coffee mugs.
“Almost there, Vega!” You know I’m not good at these things.”
Oscar chuckled. “I know.” He said, more to himself than her. He doubted she heard him.
“You knew that when you invited me.” She added, coming from the hall, stopping at the opposite side of the island. Her black dress had lace sleeves, her hair curled and up. She posed, grinning at her partner. “Sorry for the wait.”
“No, no. It’s not a problem.” He smiled. “You look great.”
“Thank you. And look at you, Mr. Handsome.” She gestured to his tux, complete with the bow tie.
“Once in a while I pull it off.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “I think it’s a little more than that, Oscar.” She walked around the counter, turning her back to him. “Can you give me a hand?”
He zipped up the dress, patting her back when he was done.
“Thanks.” She turned to face him, her heels making them nearly matching in height. “Ready?”
“If you are.” He held out a bent arm, Angie wrapping hers around it.
“As I’ll ever be.” She grinned. “Just to be clear, your family knows you’re bringing a friend and not… I don’t know.”
“A date?” Oscar finished the sentence for her. "What else would it be, Angie?"
"I don't know." She shrugged, holding her shoulders up far longer than she had to.
He smiled. “Honestly, as far as I know my father’s the only one that knows I’m bringing anybody at all.”
“Oh!” She chimed. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”
The ceremony itself was very nice, Angie thought the vows were very sweet, even touching. She lost Oscar in the crowd a couple times, having to make small talk with some of his relatives, politely assuring them there was nothing romantic between her and their cousin or nephew or random family friend they watched grow up. She escaped another awkward conversation, going to the bar for a drink where she spotted Oscar again, sitting back at their table. She ordered another round for him, taking it over.
“I see you’re making friends.” He smiled.
“Yeah.” She chuckled, sitting beside him, sliding the glass in front of him. “I don’t think they’re buying that we’re purely platonic.”
You’ve actually been trying to convince them?” Oscar questioned, taking a sip of the new drink.
“You haven’t?”
He shook his head. “They can think what they think, I don’t really care. Half of them are oblivious anyway. I’ve had three questions about my ex.”
Angie raised her eyebrows. “Didn't you divorce like ten years ago?”
“Fourteen, actually.”
“You really don’t talk to your family, do you?”
“Only when somebody gets married. Which lately has been my father.” He set down his glass. “I’m sorry for roping you into this.”
“Don’t be.” Angie laughed. “I don’t care what they think if you don’t. It’s not like I’ll see them again anyway. Now I’m just thinking we could really throw them off with the next slow dance.”
Oscar’s straight face broke into a smile. “See? I knew you could make this fun.”
Angie smiled, looking up at the ceiling as an old love song started playing. “I didn’t think that would happen so soon, but let’s do it.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him to the floor. They took a spot in the middle of the floor, assuming their positions with one hand around each other’s backs, holding hands with the other. They danced perfectly in tune with one another until Oscar’s hand let go of Angie’s, reaching for the phone that vibrated in his pocket.
“You didn’t.” Angie whispered as he subtly read the message.
“I told Lucas he could text me if we caught one. Wouldn’t want him to be all by himself if something came up, now would we?”
“Of course not.” She replied enthusiastically. “So what do we got?”
“Suspicious skydiving accident.” He slid the phone back into his pocket, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “Ready to get out of here, partner?”
She beamed, already pulling him towards the door. She gave him a kiss on the cheek for show. “With you? Definitely.”
He smiled, affectionately nudging into her shoulder. He’d been right all along, she was the right one to invite. She always knew how to make life more entertaining. Wedding, crime scene or anywhere in between, she always had his back.