[Worst Case Scenario] Hora!

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My humble (and cheesy) effort at the Worst Case Scenario prompt: Jeff; Dealing with Wedding Related Injuries: Fall from Chair During Chair Dance. Just a drabble, really.

Title: Hora!
Author: Sun Green
Pairing: Greg/Jeff
Rating: PG for one tiny cuss word
Summary: The prompt kinda says it all...

 

“Why are we doing this again?” Greg muttered to Jeff as their groomsmen hoisted them high in the air.

 

Jeff grabbed at the wooden seat of his chair as it tipped at an alarming angle and laughed. “It’s a traditional Jewish wedding dance.”

 

“We’re not Jewish!”

 

“But we’re quirky!”

 

“No, you’re quirky,” Greg retorted. “I’m the one who wanted to go to a justice of the peace and do this quietly… and safely,” he added breathlessly as he nearly slid off his perch and onto the heads of the wedding guests below. “Watch it, Mochrie!” he admonished the balding man who was struggling to guide his chair.

 

“Sorry,” came the grunted reply. “But you’re not exactly Kate Moss, you know.”

 

Greg shook his head and looked around at the guests, who danced boisterously to the lively strains of the hora, clapping and cheering as he and Jeff were paraded about the reception hall. A grudging smile softened his expression as he looked over at Jeff. “I have a feeling that this is just the tip of the quirky iceberg for us.”

 

“Well, you have the rest of our lives to find out.”  Jeff’s gazed locked on Greg’s and he smiled. Greg’s breath caught in his chest and he forgot about his discomfort. Until…

 

“Colin! Watch where you’re going!” The shout from below carried over the noise of the crowd. Startled, Greg jerked his head up – just as he pitched face forward, grappling futilely at the air as he bounced off the shoulders of a few wedding guests before landing on the floor. The wind was knocked out of him and he was unable to scream at the sight before his horrified eyes. From above, he heard Jeff voice his anguish for him.

 

“OH SHIT!”

 

For a moment the world went black. When he dared open his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by a sea of anxious faces. Jeff was crouched beside him while the rest of the crowd simply stood around him in a circle, the horrified silence nearly palpable. To his left, Ryan clutched at the chair that he’d caught too late. Greg eyed the wooden leg that had served as a deadly weapon as Ryan cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

 

“Ouch. That’s gonna put a damper on the honeymoon…”