An Affair to Remember

Pizza...I could really go for pepperoni pizza. When it's my turn, that's what we're doing...pepperoni pizza and a cash bar.

A slight laugh told Brendan Dean that he hadn't gotten away with that one, and he sighed restlessly as he turned toward Freya McAllister. "What?" He raked a hand through messy hair that wouldn't lie down anyway.

"Somehow I think you'll be single for a very, very long time with ideas like that," she teased, and grinned. "I told you it was a bad idea to make me your date for this."

"I didn't feel like goin' by myself," Brendan shrugged as he turned back to the mirror. "Besides, I have to think of something to say and I really suck at that." Stupid tie.

"You haven't come up with that yet?" McAllister sat down on a nearby chair, crossing her legs beneath a delicate skirt. "He's your best friend, isn't he?"

"I guess. Sorta. We went to college together," Dean answered with a shrug. "I guess he couldn't figure out anybody better to ask." I hate these things.

"Which things?" Freya asked with a smile. "Weddings, or bowties?"

"Both," Brendan exhaled in frustration. "Especially when I have to wear one of these things," he motioned to the tuxedo he was dressed in apart from the bowtie and the jacket, which was draped carefully over a nearby chair.

Freya stood up, now and came up behind the FBI agent. Grabbing his arm, she tugged him around to face her, and reached up to deftly tie the bowtie. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you look good...really...good in it." She was surprised when Brendan actually blushed. "Oh, come on, it's not like you've never been told that before or anything."

It's been awhile since my last...tux.

Dean cringed at his brain vomit.

"Yeah, well..." he fumbled awkwardly before turning back to the mirror to observe the results of Freya's handiwork; the bowtie was perfect. "Thanks," he said, relieved.

"You're welcome," Freya replied lightly, smothering a small smile.

"So what am I supposed to say, anyway?" Brendan decided to guide the subject away from his...currently life. "I've been in a couple of these but I've never been the best man before." At Freya's raised eyebrow, he added, "I'm not in a hurry to have my own."

"At least not unless there's pizza and beer at the reception," she teased. Brendan cringed.

"Maybe you're right, maybe I shouldn't have asked..."

"Pepperoni works for me," Freya said lightly, and handed Dean the jacket. "C'mon or we're gonna be late, and that wouldn't be very good as the best man."

Brendan shrugged his way into the jacket, and grabbed for his car keys off the table.

"That still doesn't help me with what to say," he complained as they walked out the door.