Consortium sat near the back of the wedding, looking divine in his white morning suit. He’d flown over from England’s green and pleasant land to these far shores of Elliquiy. All things in it hadn’t been a bad flight, even if the catgirl cabin crew and the vampire he’d been sat next to had been somewhat off-putting. The fact that the whisky he had been offered had been labelled “e-whisky” and in fact, pretty much everything had been pre-empted by an “e” seemed strange, but he could deal with that. He was the modern British gent, cool, calm, charming but not caught up in the stodgy history and Brideshead Revisited stereotypes that seemed to infect so many of his countrymen.<br/><br/>The happy couple were close to that big moment, that final e-vow and the e-ties that e-bind. Not that he thought they’d be particularly bound… not knowing this pair anyway. Rephrase that… they’d certainly be bound… but not in the way that the phrase was normally used. He smiled, watching the beautiful couple from his position at the back of the congregation<br/>