Vic, Marina, and Sasha - 10PM
It had been a good night for Vic, probably one of the best ones he'd had to date at the Dog Park, all things considered. It was hard to not feel a pang of disappointment at the fact that they still had no idea what the fuck had happened to Rodeo, but life couldn't pause. Vic knew that all too well after what had happened with Zhenya, and he was especially feeling it tonight.
He'd been pretty worried about the whole 'bitches-carrying-him' concept, but somehow they'd made it work overall. Okay, he'd been dropped a couple of times, but he'd made it. At least now he got to spend the rest of the night on a decently comfortable bed, reclined like a fucking prince in his white suit, while everyone else partied it up.
As good as things were, as touched as he'd been by the speeches that Sasha and his other loved ones had made earlier, there was still a part of him that was worried about how his son -- well, their son now, technically -- was taking the new situation. Sasha had been a little kid when he and Zhenya had gotten married, but Vic was sure he remembered it well even still. So once he caught sight of Sasha through the crowd of partiers, Vic beckoned for him to come over to the four poster bed. Kind of a weird place to hang out with your family, all things considered, but they didn't really have a choice.
"Having a good night?" he asked, patting Sasha's shoulder with one heavy hand once they were all seated together.
So far there had yet to be anything that was going to leave Sasha emotionally scarred for life, but the night was still kind of young -- which was why he was fully prepared to accept all offers of alcohol and had a plan in place to sneak off and text Bea if things got to be too much here. Or, well, he’d probably still do the latter one, even if things didn’t ever reach the point in which he might need an escape.
To Sasha this all felt a little surreal, of course he had been old enough to remember his dad marrying his mom, but had hadn’t had such an active role. This time around he was allowed to give a speech and everything. He grimaced every time someone called Marina his step-mom now, though. She wasn’t nearly old enough to be his mom and he had at one point been crushing on her, so it was just a little weird.
Still over all he couldn’t complain about the festivities so far. So when he caught sight of his dad waving him over he didn’t hesitate to join them -- even if it was a little weird to have to join them on the bed. Sometimes he wondered where some of these traditions around this place came from.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Sasha turned the question around on his dad. “Both of you, really.” He tacked on while glancing over at Marina as well. “I mean I can’t complain, so far you haven’t done anything that’ll make me wish brain bleach existed and you two look happy, so what else could I ask for?”
Marina laughed and reached out to ruffle Sasha’s hair. The night was still young, considering Dog Park standards for parties that went until dawn, but already she was happily tipsy. The great part about getting hitched and having a celebration in your honor was that people would do basically whatever you wanted them to do. Any time their jars of moonshine neared empty, there was a patch there to refill it. Whenever Marina started feeling hungry, a bitch brought her more food. Being treated like Dog Park royalty almost made her want to get married every day.
“What could we possibly do that would make you need to bleach your brain?” She asked, still laughing.