The Iceberg Lounge was closed to the public, holding a very important private ceremony, namely the marriage of it's proprietor Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, popularly known as the Penguin. At the present moment, the wedding proper had ended, and the celebration
had begun. The bride, Carol Cobblepot, formerly Carol Danvers, sat perched on her husband's knee, a vision of loveliness in her wedding costume. Said costume, of which there wasn't enough to be considered a gown, had been chosen by her hubby and left absolutely
nothing to the imagination.
Carol was well aware of this. She was also aware that the wedding party consisted entirely of her husband's friends and none of her own, that many of the toasts were of a crude and sexual nature, and that her hubby was ogling the waitresses, who weren't
wearing much more than she was. She didn't care, however. She loved Oswald with all her heart and soul, and wanted nothing more than to please him. As far as she was concerned, anything that made him happy was good, and if she didn't like it, well that just
let her show everyone what good wife she was.
And so, Carol joyfully contributed to her own humiliation, oblivious to the fact that across the world, equally or more bizarre pairings were ocurring.