“I’m getting married tomorrow!” Boden yells through the heavy beat of the bass in the bar’s too-loud sound system. He slams down his shot glass before throwing it back.
We all follow suit—all twenty of us. Ten males, ten females all gathered in one section of a strip club on the Las Vegas strip.
This would be most men’s heaven. Half-naked women are dancing all around and over us. We have unlimited alcohol, and the only thing that will stop us is the night ending, which by the look of the happy couple, should have already ended. But it’s just past eleven at night—the night is still young.
Boden, the groom, is getting handsier and handsier with the woman dancing all over him as he tucks dollar bills into her thong. While Oaklee, the bride, keeps getting more and more sloshed, pretendin
