One glass.

While Vinny certainly entertained the idea of taking the well-endowed redhead back up to his room, he’d already set his sights on another for tonight. He didn’t want to turn Bernice down too harshly though as she would be more than acceptable company another time. The trick was to sell her on another occasion.

“Hey, Bernice. I think it’s better just the one glass for me tonight,” Vinny began.

He could see her expression immediately turn cloudy and downturned at his rejection. Time to for the bait.

“I want to stay sharp and alert for the wedding tomorrow after all,” he said, stepping in close to Bernice and placing one hand on her hip, “don’t tell anyone but weddings really bring of the romantic in me.”

Bernice’s eyes once again coming bright and her cheery smile returning along too with a slight bush.

“Oh, me too! I just get so soppy over weddings. I’m so happy for Alexa and Daniel, they are just the perfect couple and so great for each other.”

Vinny couldn’t really care either way for their relationship. He and Alexa were already way outside the bounds of what was proper.

“God, I hope I don’t tear up tomorrow,” Bernice continued.

“Don’t worry about that, you’ll have me to look after you, ok?” Bernice nodded at that. “Now come here and give me a hug and off to bed. You need a good sleep for all the fun tomorrow.”

Bernice came willingly into Vinny’s arms. His hand sliding from her hip, across the small of her back and around her. He could feel her large soft breasts pressing into his chest. Vinny had been a smaller weight fighter in his time so Bernice felt a slight bit broader than him. The way she pressed her hips to his made Vinny think that his waist would feel right at home between those wide legs.

Coming apart, they wished each other goodnight and Vinny waited until she had left the bar. When she was safely out of sight Vinny waved the barman back over from where he had been putting glassware in the dishwasher and told him he was going to need a second champagne flute after all.

Back on Vinny’s floor of the hotel, he made his way past the door to his room ice bucket in hand. Two past his own room on the other side of the hallway was where Gillian was staying. He'd seen that she been the first of the bridesmaids to call it an evening tonight. It wasn’t so late that she was likely to be asleep when Vinny knocked on her door and waited for her to open. Passing the bucket behind his back when the door pulled open, Vinny saw the rapturous little blonde dressed in a skin coloured satin nightie and shorts set. Gillian’s smile bright white as if his visit had come during the middle of the day.

“What are you doing here Vinny?” Gillian asked. Any girl, of course, knowing full well the reason for the social call.

“This isn’t my room? I must have got mixed up sorry. I’ll go,” Vinny played.

“Don’t be silly. You knew this was my room,” Gillian said for all the world as if she believed him.

“I know but seeing as you missed all the speeches at the rehearsal dinner, I thought you might like to have a toast with me,” he said bringing the ice bucket out from behind his back and giving it to Gillian.

“Aww champagne! My favourite. The bubbles go right to my head,” she said, excited at seeing the bucket, stepping back into the room as she held the door open for Vinny to come inside.