“Stop looking at me,” said Jim. “I don’t want to draw any attention. Look, we just have to leave her out there for now. She’s unconscious, let the sun do the hard part. We’ll check on her in a bit, I’ll let you know when.”
“Okay, but you might want to take a look in the bathroom mirror,” said Luca. “There’s something on your jacket, and that’s why I took mine off.”
“I just don’t understand why you would flirt with her in the middle of the dance floor,” said Lesley, Baby’s wife. Baby sighed in exaggerated exasperation. “For the last time, Lesley, we’re just friends,” said Baby.
“This is the walk you wanted to take?”
“It sure is.”
“Baby, wait,” called Lesley. Without slowing down, he said, “I can’t do this with you right now, I’m going to check on our daughter.”
“Girrrrrrrlll,” said Olivia Spencer-Kim-Lewis-Blank. “Girl, I know,” said Robyn.
Almost everyone but the bride and groom were inside for the reception. They hoped because of the large number of guests, no one would notice that they’d slipped out.
“Hey Luca, where have you been?”
“Where have I been? Where have I been? I’ve been looking for you! Where have you been?”
“Oh! Sorry you couldn’t find me. A bridesmaid’s job is never done. I was just keeping an eye on the other bridesmaids so we don’t miss great chances for photos.”
“That’s nice,” said Luca. “My sister is lucky to have you with her today.”
“She sure is,” replied Liz. “And I think–”
“I really want to hear this babe,” interrupted Luca, “I, uh, I… just have to run to the bathroom. Too much juice, you know? You go dance, I’ll check on the kids and find you later.”
“Sure, honey,” said Liz, “that’s fine. I’ll see you later.”
“You think anyone noticed we were missing?”
“Don’t try to distract me,” said Daniella. “I plan on winning the first battle–dance battle, that is– of our marriage.”
The wedding reception was winding down, but the guests didn’t seem that interested in leaving. Daniella and Quincy were more than happy to keep dancing.
Luca joined the crowd watching his sister and brother-in-law dancing. He stood there, hoping he blended in and no one noticed he hadn’t been there the whole time.
It was pretty clear that everyone left was pretty juiced. Luca went to join in with the bride and groom. According to his father, showing up in photos all day and night looking completely unruffled was good for the alibi.
At Daniella’s request, Luca went to find his wife for more candid pictures. To pass the time while they waited, Laurel and Robyn sang along to the music.
You cannot imagine how hard it is to wrangle three drunk bridesmaids and one very drunk bride just to take one picture. Not to mention the fact that two of them didn’t want to be within 10 feet of each other.
“Hey, so this was fun, don’t you think? I think so. Although, I have to say goodbye now,” said Lesley Branham, “I’m going to find my husband Baby. I think we’ll go home, put Luz to bed, and then make love all night. That sounds lovely, don’t you think?”
“Yup,” said Robyn through gritted teeth, “sure does.”
Jim also joined the last of the wedding guests and began dancing near the door. He was glad he’d brought a change of clothes, and hoped no one would notice because he was still dressed somewhat in blue. And he was really glad the photographer had left so there would be no photos of him in his new clothes. At least now he knew, the next time he went vampire hunting, take off your jacket first.
Daniella and Quincy decided to leave before the last guests. They wanted some family time with the kids before bed. “Mrs. Epstein,” said Quincy, “can you believe we made it through this day?”
“I love to hear you call me Mrs.,” said Daniella, “and yes, I can believe it. One day down, a lifetime to go! I’ll race you home!”
“So nothing to worry about kids,” said Quincy, “nothing is changing. We’re still the same family, we just had a big fancy party celebrating our love, okay?”
“Can we still have family slumber parties? I think we should have one tonight,” said Hannah.
The whole family put on their PJs. “See,” said Daniella with a yawn, “nothing has changed.”
“Alright,” said Quincy, “who wants to have a pillow fight in mom and dad’s room?”
*10 minutes later*
“So… should we tuck them in then head to bed?”