Dylan sat back, loosened his tie a little, and took a healthy sip of cold beer. He was sprawled out on his chair in terrible posture, but didn't really care. The last six months had sucked, and since things didn't look like they were getting better tonight, there was no reason to try and impress.
It all started at Thanksgiving break. His promised threesome with his sister Lisa and her friend Kate had been awesome, but after that, things had slid downhill.
He'd made the mistake of saying the name "Lisa" in front of his girlfriend Barb, forgetting that she knew Lisa as a lover, not a sister. Barb blew up like the Fourth of July, and although they'd patched things back together, like most patches, it didn't hold, and by the time Dylan went home for Christmas he was single again, and a pariah among the girls in his dorm.
This seemed like a blessing in disguise though, as he had his choice among four women to satisfy his needs, his sisters Emily and Lisa, and hopefully, Lisa's friend Kate and Bridget, the redhead he'd spent part of the previous summer with.
That blessing was disguised so well he couldn't find it though, as all four girls were otherwise occupied. Kate had gone 'home' to the Philippines for a month, Bridget had failed out of school and was basically under house arrest from her parents, Lisa had just started dating a guy from their high school and "didn't want to screw things up," and Emily had decided to forgo men and was now 'dating' her roommate Robin, a fact that was kept from their parents, who thought the two girls "were just really close."
The Spring semester was no better, as Barb's friends made sure that any girl that came within ten feet of Dylan was informed of what a dirty rotten cheating scoundrel he was, a fact that kept Dylan without female companionship for the semester.
Even a visit from Jennifer, the tiny Asian he had met and fornicated with while out of town at a bachelor party fell apart when she found out he was a freshman, since that gave them a six year age difference.
So now here he was, at his cousin's wedding, watching everyone else have fun while he tried to drink away his sorrows.
Even this weekend had started out well. His parents didn't want to spring for three hotel rooms, so he was sharing with his sisters, an arrangement that seemed to work well until Lisa brought her newest boyfriend, and he ended up sharing a bed with this meathead whose vocabulary matched his shoe size (and not European sizes, either). Since the guy wasn't invited to the wedding itself, Dylan chuckled as he thought of the meathead, whose name was Chuck, sitting back in their hotel room, staring at the walls. It was too bad someone had unhooked the cable to the television.
A hard smack to the back of his head quickly pulled Dylan out of his fog. He turned to see Emily, the older of his sisters, sit down in the chair next to him.
"Hey Dyl. What'cha doin?"
"Just thinking." Dylan looked his sister up and down. Emily was the closest to their cousin Karen, and had been chosen as a bridesmaid. Her dress was a lime green halter type that tied behind her head. On most women, no chance, but with Emily's dark complexion, it still looked good.
"Oh c'mon bro, we both know you can't do that." Emily was teasing, trying to get a rise out of him.
"You know you look like the Statue of Liberty, right?" Dylan asked, sipping his beer. He saw his sister's face go from a teasing smile to an angry one in under a second.
"That's not funny Dylan."
"Oh c'mon Em, It's not your fault. Just laugh at it."
Emily looked down, and sighed. "You're right." She giggled a little. "All I need is the torch."
"And the crown." Dylan answered quickly. "So, having fun?"
"I guess. These three guys keep trying to dance with me. I think I'm like the only single girl here."
"Where's Lisa?" Dylan asked.
"She's been back and forth to our room like three times already. I think she's making sure he doesn't pee on the carpet or something." Emily's assessment of her younger sister's new catch matched Dylan's.
Dylan chuckled in reply. "Yeah, she really picks them. And yeah, I think you are the only single girl here."
"You would know, Casanova. Come dance with me." Emily grabbed her brother's hand, and pulled him to his feet. When he tried to take his beer with, she snatched it from his hand, set it on the table, and dragged him out to the floor.
For an unknown reason their cousin and her new husband had decided to get a string quartet, and the dance floor was populated by mostly senior citizens arthritically swaying with one another as Emily dragged Dylan out. Dylan chuckled, thinking they'd lowered the average age out there by at least ten years.
He and his sister discussed how old everyone in their family had gotten as the slow-danced, one of their hands out and together, Dylan's other on Emily's hip, and her other on his shoulder.
As they rotated near the edge of the dance floor, Emily nodded with her head.
"Those are the three creeps that have been stalking me all night." Dylan turned and saw three guys that looked about their age crowded around a table.
"Who are they?" He asked.
"Neighbors of the groom's parents. No idea why they're even here, but none of them can hold a conversation and all of them need to see a toothbrush."
Dylan chuckled. "Well, you know out in the sticks where they're from, toothpaste is like gold."
"That's so mean Dylan. I seem to remember you going to parties out in the woods."
"Yeah, so? I never said I was Joe Cool, I just know they aren't." They had gone another full rotation, and Dylan looked at the group again.
"Who's the other Miss Liberty?" Dylan could only see her blonde hair and back, but the lime green dress was a dead give-away.
"Uh, that's Katrin. She's one of the groom's cousins."
"So, she's not with the Three Stooges?"
"I don't think so. Why?"
Dylan broke away from his sister quickly. "Then she needs rescuing."
Emily turned to head back to her seat, but watched her brother. He approached the group, ignoring the three guys as he leaned over between them and asked Katrin to dance. She quickly accepted, taking Dylan's offered hand, and soon they were on the dance floor, where Dylan grinned over at his sister.
Emily turned back to the three guys, and saw that they saw her, and were getting up. Unable to take any more of them, she stood up and headed towards the ladies' room, knowing that was her one safe haven.
