“Nnngh... my head. What happened?” Bee sat up and immediately regretted her decision. The room was spinning and it felt as though her brain was trying to burst out of the skull that usually kept it in place. She was in a hotel room, as far as she could tell, though it had been well and truly destroyed. There was a hole in the wall above her bed and the chandelier on the ceiling was swinging precariously by a wire.
She vaguely remembered checking in with her friends. “Sherry Ann? Pandora?” she called. From underneath a pile of mattresses, Pandora emerged, rubbing her temples. “Where are we?” she asked, looking around the room. “Where’s Sherry Ann?” “Mashallah” Sherry Ann mumbled as she fell out of the wardrobe. Pandora and Bee screamed when they saw her. “What is it? Stop that screeching!” “Your face!” Bee said in horror. “What have you done to your face?” Sherry Ann made her way to a mirror. It was suddenly obvious what the others were screaming about. Scrawled across Sherry Ann’s left check was a tattoo of Mike Tyson’s face. “Well this is certainly strange,” she said with a puzzled look, causing Tyson’s forehead to wrinkle. A noise came from the bathroom, startling each of the bridesmaids. Bee cautiously opened the door and slammed it shut much more quickly.
Before Pandora could ask what Bee had seen, her phone began to ring. It was her roommate’s number. “This isn’t really a good time,” Pandora answered. “What’s going on?” her roommate asked, just as another crash came from the bathroom. “What’s that noise in the background?” “Look, we’ve got it under control,” Pandora lied. “I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow.” With that she hung up and tossed the phone aside. Bee looked like she was going to faint and Sherry Ann was still admiring her new body art. “We need to get some fresh air,” Pandora said, “to clear our heads. Come on.” They glanced outside to make sure the coast was clear and hurried over to the elevators. In the lobby of the hotel they ordered drinks and discussed their situation. “I remember checking in,” Bee said. “We came to Vegas to blow off steam before the wedding but I can’t remember anything from last night.” “Me neither,” Pandora said. “I can’t remember anything either,” Sherry Ann said in agreement, “which can lead me to only one conclusion. We were all wasted last night.” Bee and Pandora nodded. That sounded about right. “Wait a second,” Bee yelped, standing up. “Where’s Sophie?” They looked around, realising for the first time that their friend was nowhere to be seen.
The three bridesmaids rushed to find a member of staff, hoping they would know what happened to Sophie. A bellhop named Bryan was standing beside the doors. Pandora approached him. Before she had reached his side, however, he began to say something. “Your room is a mess,” he said, winking over-enthusiastically. Pandora looked him up and down, insulted. “Nice uniform, dick.” She was turning away when Bryan grabbed her arm and slipped the keys to a Porsche into her hand. He nodded to the valet standing outside and winked again. “Thanks...” Pandora said, slipping out of his grasp. She called the others and they walked outside, hoping Sophie would be in the car.
“I don’t know,” Pandora said. “He just told me our room was a mess and then slipped me the keys. He obviously recognises us anyway.” “Here’s the car,” Sherry Ann pointed out. The valet parked the Porsche in front of them and opened the door. From nowhere, someone barged through the bridesmaids and punched out the valet. She sped off into the distance, leaving a trail of carnage in her wake. “Get up,” Bee said. “We don’t want to be found near any of this.” “Yeah,” Sophie said from the corner, “especially with your track record.”
“Sophie?!” the bridesmaids screamed in unison. “How are you feeling?” she asked, rubbing Sherry Ann amiably on the head. “What happened last night?” Pandora asked. “We don’t remember anything.” “I’m not surprised,” Sophie replied, laughing. “You were all pretty drunk.” “My deduction was correct,” Sherry Ann said smugly. “Somebody must have spiked our drinks.” “I don’t think so,” Sophie said. “After you tried a sip of beer, you insisted on doing shots. Every five minutes.” “Why aren’t you hungover?” Bee asked. “You guys locked me out on the roof accidentally and by the time I found my way back to you I had sobered up.”
“What about that thing in the bathroom?” Bee asked nervously. “You mean the wolf? I wasn’t sure how you managed to get it back to the hotel but Pandora kept mumbling something about alphas and calling it Derek, the best wolf ever. I thought the less said the better with regards to that.” “Is there anything else we should know?” Pandora asked, embarrassed. Sophie looked at the bedraggled, hungover bridesmaids and decided to spare them the rest of the details, at least until they saw the photos.
The following day, they showed up to take Anka to her wedding. It was almost as if nothing had happened. Sherry Ann needed several layers of makeup to cover her new tattoo though she insisted on keeping it once the wedding was over. Pandora also decided to keep her wolf though she wasn’t allowed to take it to the wedding. The four bridesmaids shared some knowing smiles throughout the ceremony as they stood beneath the giant stained glass window, hoping they wouldn’t get quite as drunk that night.
“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed,” the minister said hoarsely, “let them speak now or forever hold their peace...”