"Oi," Zoro had a sharp sense of satisfaction from making the blond lingering around the punch bowl jump. It'd been a nice wedding so far, from the little he paid attention. Between Luffy forgetting his head, the caterer being a right prick and running this way and that for anyone who called, Zoro hadn't seen much of it. But it'd still be a shame if some creep ruined the punch.
Zoro had been to enough weddings where some freak estranged family member or jilted ex crashed in order to do something weird, disgusting or sad and ruin the day. He was hoping to get through this one without any of that because despite the stick up the caterer's ass (Who had a chef cook for the whole wedding? Who did that?) the rest had been...fine.
Luffy whined about the vows being short, he'd been hoping for some 'fun' candid shots of the bride and groom crying, snotting, looking sickeningly in-love...something in short supply at this particular wedding. Usually, this was where Zoro would have made the argument that maybe the couple were just practical people - but the reception was over the top enough to quash that thought near immediately. Both families made long, overwrought speeches before any food was set out, and the first dance had been some classical thing with choreographed steps, another thing Luffy complained about, loudly, while taking shots up his own nose.
Zoro'd been eating leftovers with the rest of the staff, so he'd take Luffy's word for it.
All in all, there had been worse weddings, but this one took the cake in terms of bland necessity. Which was probably why he got such a kick out of startling the guy so much.
