A little family gathering

I leaned forward and let my hand roam across Nikki's shoulder. She leaned into the contact and sandwiched my hand between her shoulder and cheek for a moment.

"Ok, don't do dat to her while she's driving." Nikki nearly purred against my hand. Her attention was momentarily called to the turn off we were taking, and she sat up more fully. "Wait. Local... did you mean that Inn up here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's just... ok, if we run into my husband, you're on the date with him, ok?"

"Wait you think we might run into him?" I asked, a bolt of ice water running through my veins. I wasn't going to say I was scared, more along the lines of knowing something is a really bad idea the second it crosses your brain stem.

"Uh... fifty fifty?" Nikki held out her hand and waggled it back and forth. "If Gus said yes, he'll be be hammering out the details in a restaurant booth till five tomorrow morning. Long after the rest of us are asleep. Besides, good news is de wedding is tomorrow, so nobody SHOULD be partying tonight."

The road curved around a narrow cut out into the cliff face reinforced with granite of a deep brown that nearly resembled orange in the last lights of the day. Up above us on the cliffside I could make out the shape of a wooden and glass framed structure, which looked straight out of a local brochure. My gaze kept wanting to wander from the view to the flower festooned dress that Maria filled out beautifully. I knew first hand that she had nice tits, but the dress just seemed to accentuate them.

"I've never eaten here." I remarked, taking in the occasional passerby dressed in the classic upper middle class garb that all extremely rich people wear. "I guess I figured they'd just run my plate and kick me out."

"Well, I can always pull the cop card, if I have to. But I prefer not to eat spit tonight." Maria shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, I can always pull a big stink, but food doesn't taste good when they don't want to serve it to you."

"Dat's why you never mess with people who handle your food." Nikki laughed. "Don't worry about it. My whole family's in de restaurant business. At least part time. You just have to speak de language."

"I already speak Spanish." Maria pointed out, turning the car into a small diagonal space which sat at a rather uncomfortable angle. Whoever had made this parking lot had made a lot of assumptions about the quality of people's parking brakes.

Maria shut off the engine and the three of us exited the small vehicle. I felt a bet nervous, almost certain that I'd be soon tromping down the steps in the opposite direction. I took in the small light fixtures, and the perfectly swept sidewalks. My mind immediately flashed to all the local cheap diners that I could get a reasonable meal at this time of night if this fell through.

The glass doors were a bit more intimidating than they had any right to be, but I happily held the door open for my two dates, and was delighted as the two lovely brunettes entered one after the other. The two of them continued to happily chat about things, and I heard a few things about health code violations, how to dodge them, and the definition of "Off Duty" and why it didn't really matter.

I was a bit absorbed in taking in the lobby, which seemed like something right out of a Hollywood version of a Dinosaur theme park. Polished stone and wood was everywhere, and really all that was missing was a few fossils. Wait, never mind there were plenty of those in the rooms. The staff even had the ultra professional appearance of required dry cleaning. Specifically the ones eyeing me and my jeans.

I knew I seemed a little out of place, but Nikki confidently strode up to the small podium behind which stood a rather snooty looking gentleman who would be soliciting our first tip for the evening.

"Good evening, are you here with the Bride or the Groom?" The superior smile on his face told me that we would not be getting seated any time soon.

"Is that thing STILL going?" Nikki boggled at him, before turning to look at me with a shrug. "Uhm... seventy five twenty five?" She waggled her palm at me again. "We're here with the bride... I should be under Corsini."

The face of the Maître d'hôtel fell as his fingers dropped to the small pad in front of him. It took only a moment for him to verify that Nikki indeed had a reservation, and that he wouldn't be getting a tip.