Tony Bartlet

It had appeared impromptu. They'd been watching crappy TV when Tony had gotten up, grabbed Izzy's hand, and said 'screw this, we're going for a drive'.

They took the bike and he made sure to take a route she wouldn't recognize, acting surprised when they wound up in the town they'd first slept together in. He'd laughed quietly and brought her to the same fish shop they'd eaten in then, and suggested they go check out the cave.

They'd just gotten past the entrance when it became clear that Tony had planned this all along. A blanket was laid out, and there was a cooler to one side with a bottle of alcohol-free champagne and some fine chocolate being kept safe from the heat.

"Happy anniversary." He grinned a little, arms sliding around her from behind.

Their first time was two years ago today.

Dude, what's up with this pansy haircut? I look like something outta Lord of the Rings.

I'm about to graduate and become an uncle... unless Teddy counts and I already am one. Hey Dex...does Teddy count?

Credit where it's due I don't make small changes.

I've acknowledged this before.

Is it just me or has Tampa been way too nice to us the last couple of sevens?

So first I got me a wife.

And now I got me a place on a graduate course, assuming I graduate with what they think I'll graduate with.

You know the world's gone crazy when I'm the one doing the mature shit. You know it's gone insane when Alex is doing the same.

I decided I don't want to graduate. Mostly I decided this when I was in the middle of a 'what you're going to do at grad school' talk with one of the admittance tutors.

Fucking grad school, what the hell was I thinking?

It's all starting to feel a little too grown up.

One of these days, I swear to God, I am going to find a way to kick Tampa's ass personally.

I'm just saying.

It occurs to me that my Mom done good. My birthday's this Saturday, the 6th, that's one day off some interesting times right there.

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( Dex )

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( Izzy )

So dudes, Alex is fine. Long story but seriously, he's fine.

The wedding had gone remarkably smoothly. Tony had (mostly) behaved, resisting all urges to pull off dumb shit and letting Izzy have her fairytale princess day. Their reception had been a very casual barbeque on the beach and he'd had a friend hook up a sound system. All cool, all chill and all good.

When the day was over he'd sailed his new bride off into the sunset on his Harley and they'd spent the night ensuring they'd fulfilled the consummation part of the deal before heading to Alex's party the next day. After that Izzy expected to go back to the apartment - probably for yet-more consummation - but Tony, being Tony, had other plans.

They were going paragliding down to South America. Staying in an affordable but beautiful hotel on the coast and sightseeing for a couple of days before taking part in some keen adventure sports.

They'd be back on Wednesday, Tony had booked the flight.

What he didn't realise is they wouldn't be needing it.

( Cassidy )

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( Dex )

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( Tommy )

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Ok, so. Nearest and dearest because there's no way I'll think of ever of everyone while I'm winging it:

At [address of church], 11am on October 31st Isabelle Mendes is gonna make an honest man out of me after all this time living in sin (highly enjoyable sin but sin, none the less). If you're buds with her or with me consider yourself invited. We'll fix something up for a party right after, gonna check in with the future Mrs. and see what she wants.

( Cassidy )

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When the hell did my GPA reach 3.3?

Dear General Public,

My best buddy Alex is at my house at least through the weekend. Unless the four horsemen ride into town (and given Saturday's the 27th I'm willing to concede they might) he is unavailable for anything other than visits that involve grapes and maybe lapdances.

I'll return him to you shortly.

If a seven ever comes where I'm the leader of the world I swear, first thing getting written off is early morning classes.

I liked college way better when it was about parties and beer, I swear to God.

All your Izzys are belong to me.

Which is code for: She's moving in, if you want her check my place.

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( Cassidy )

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( Alex )

I am so not one of those guys who think it's his place to dictate what his girlfriend does and make her decisions for her.

But today so has to be the exception to that.

December, Izzy's not coming to work.

Izzy, trust me on this one.