June's Diary
“Wedding Balls”

What have I gotten myself into?  That was definitely a bed party for the record books, let’s just say I’m going to be talking with a few of the bridesmaids so I can learn some of those tricks, and leave it at that.

The day after the wedding, Eric, the bridesmaids and I met up with the bridegrooms and my Maid of Honor.  Apparently they stayed in the Executive suite and had their own wedding night party while Eric and my bridesmaids were ringing my chimes over and over.

The whole entourage spent the day at the art museum, quietly admiring the paintings and sculptures, arm in arm as amorous couples (and a few threesomes), but much of that was to cover for everyone leaning on each other for support.  We had all pretty much recovered by the afternoon and went for a nature walk in the park, then a lovely dinner at this little German restaurant.

After dinner everyone was in the mood for a movie, but there was a strong disagreement as to which one.  As the debate of “Action Movie” versus “Chick Flick” was ready to get ugly, someone suggested we split up; guys to the action movie, gals to the chick flick.  Considering that we’ve been together as a single group all day, it seemed the best course of action.

-----( OOC Note: Eric does not go to the movie, the argument over the movie was staged to get the newlyweds separated so the eagle could sneak back to the hotel and set up the after-party, highlights of which are in the story 'Party Favors.' )

We returned to the hotel in the evening to hear music coming from the ballroom, the pigeon who had DJ’ed our reception was back, spinning disks to an empty but decorated room,  wearing headphones, a straining bikini top and a cockring.  Eric grinned as he held the door for the bridal party, closing it behind himself as he entered.

Eric led me to the center of the dance floor, kissing and nibbling gently on my neck as the rest of the group went around the room, closing drapes in front of all the doors.  Once they were done they gathered around us and the bird went into full ‘DJ Johnny Fever’ mode, “Good evening everyone, and welcome to the Adler-Overpine wedding after-party and bacchanal!  I’m your host and DJ, Xaxoqual, and before we get started, let me go over the rules one more time.  Rule One: We don’t talk about Fight Clu- Oops, wrong list.  Rule One: What happens at the after-party stays at the after-party.  Rule Two: Everyone here is ‘available,’ don’t feel like you can’t ask anyone, the worst they can say is no.  Which brings me to Rule Three: Nobody is to be forced into anything they don’t want; you take ‘No’ for an answer and ‘Stop’ for an order.  Rule Four: There is NO... rule number four.  Rule Five: Have Fun.  The other guests who will be arriving later have already been informed of and accept the rules, refreshments are along the walls, and, ‘ahem’ facilities are through the door behind the red curtain, no need to get dressed when heading out that way.”

“One last formality before we get started,” the bird cooed, “Eric?”

Eric looked at me with puppy-dog eyes (and considering how stern eagles look normally, they looked hilarious on him) and said “June, may I go play with our friends?”

I could not believe it, my husband sets up a swinger party for the day after our wedding?  “You’re a kinky bird, Mister Adler, and I think I like it.  let’s rock this joint.”

The bridal party whooped and cheered as they got naked, and Xax spun up an extra-funky remix of ‘Get Down Tonight,’ and then... things happened, but what happens at the after-party stays at the after-party. ;)