Tommy keeps fidgeting in his suit and tugging at his shirt collar. The black sharkskin paired with a bold red tie makes him look like an emissary from the Hell's Kitchen faction of the Irish mafia, but it is a nice suit. And frankly he's a little relieved to see that it's not as ostentatious as it feels, given that he's just found himself in the middle of 1949, when people actually dressed like Frank Sinatra on a regular basis.
Anyway, he shouldn't complain when he has Kate on his arm. Plus she'd tweak his ear like a schoolmarm if he didn't sit still. But he's in a church, and as a lapsed Catholic, he could never sit still in churches for too long, unless he wanted to burst into flames.
At least Carlotta's crew is a fun bunch to watch as they walk down the aisle. This is probably the most unorthodox wedding he's ever been to, and that's saying something.
"Holy shit, they've got a goddamn monkey," he mutters under his breath in surprise -- then quickly raises his eyes to the rafters and whispers an apology to the Lord. Some habits die hard.
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Date: 2012-08-11 07:51 am (UTC)Anyway, he shouldn't complain when he has Kate on his arm. Plus she'd tweak his ear like a schoolmarm if he didn't sit still. But he's in a church, and as a lapsed Catholic, he could never sit still in churches for too long, unless he wanted to burst into flames.
At least Carlotta's crew is a fun bunch to watch as they walk down the aisle. This is probably the most unorthodox wedding he's ever been to, and that's saying something.
"Holy shit, they've got a goddamn monkey," he mutters under his breath in surprise -- then quickly raises his eyes to the rafters and whispers an apology to the Lord. Some habits die hard.