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The celebration is winding down, and the grooms have already been swept away to whatever celebration they have planned. There are still people here, drinking and dancing, and Derek sees his Best Man duties through to the very end. He's a little stoned, and a little drunk on the wolfsbane ale Neil brought him, but it's just enough to have him relaxed and not so stuck in his own head.

He makes sure that the food is going to be taken care of and everything else is going to be seen to, all the chairs and decorations, and once he's delegated everything he can think of, he reaches up to flick open another button on his dress shirt and take a breath.

Derek spots Yona on her own, sipping at a drink from the bar, and he slides his hands in his pockets as he sidles over.

"Well," he says, leaning back against the wall and giving her an easy smile. "I think we're officially off the clock, as far as wedding duties go."