I watched Brad for a few minutes while I chatted idly with Alan about football. He knocked back two drinks in under three minutes. Clearly this was going to be a bad evening for him. I couldn’t imagine the family being too impressed with him getting absolutely legless very early on, and from the look Alice shot him as she and Erica returned to the table after about ten minutes (and a third drink for Brad), he wasn’t going to last much longer as Alice’s boyfriend.
Erica sat next to me, with Alice on the other side of her, clearly smouldering. My wife leaned in to whisper to me. “I think you should look after my sister tonight,” she suggested. “You know, dance with her, help her have a good night despite that idiot.”
I nodded and smiled at my wife. She had already said she wouldn’t be dancing tonight as her stomach was uncomfortable, so I’d been expecting to sit at the table for a couple of hours and then set off home early.
I stood and rounded my wife, and offered Alice my hand. “Want to dance?” I asked.
She looked at me, surprised, but then smiled happily. “Yeah, I’d love a dance.”
We joined the other guests on the dance floor and danced for a while. All innocent of course. No grinding or anything… she is my wife’s sister of course and the rest of their family was all around us! I’m not a good dancer but I don’t mind. A bit of enthusiasm goes a long way! Alice had a lot more rhythm so at least I had someone to copy. The main thing was that it brought a smile back to Alice’s face and I could tell she’d started to enjoy herself again.
Before too long the bride and groom arrived to cut the cake and enjoy their first dance. Alice thanked me for the dance and went to stand by Erica for the cake cutting. I could see the pair whispering to one another. Erica smiled and waved to me as Alice talked close into her ear. She was nodding at something or other.
As the happy couple got into their first dance I saw Erica was now whispering into Alice’s ear. Idly I wondered what they were talking about as I returned my attention to watching the lovely Kasey’s petite body moving with her husband’s and recalling my own wedding night again.
Towards the end of the song, the pair motioned other people to join them, and so I sought out my wife. Erica joined me for the dance as it was a slow one. Alice was nowhere to be seen, although as we slowly turned I noticed Brad was now dancing alone, looking none too steady on his feet.
“It would mean a lot to Alice if she could… get back at Brad tonight,” Erica leaned in to whisper as we danced, “She’s gone to the toilets now, while everyone’s in here.” She pulled away a little, and looked into my eyes. “Make sure she goes home happy tonight. I’d love to hear about it in the car on the way home.”
I simply nodded and smiled as we continued to dance. Erica had sent her sister to me before during the pregnancy, as she knew our months of no sex ourselves (we had miscarried previously, straight after sex, and we were both paranoid about it happening again) was difficult for both of us. I walked Erica back to the table after the dance finished and then excused myself to the toilet.