Vic, Marina, and Sasha - 10PM
"I have a couple of ideas," Vic said good-naturedly -- after all, they were on a bed all night -- but out of respect for his son, those specific ideas went unsaid. More adventurous men had no doubt taken advantage of this aspect of Dog Park tradition, but the idea was a little too much for him. Still, he hated the idea of ignoring an opportunity to embarrass his son. "I bet I could do some kinda pole dance on this four poster bed we've got," he added, doing his best to keep a straight face.
“That, dad could do that and I would need brain bleach to rid myself of that memory,” Sasha answered Marina’s earlier question while he smoothed his hair back down. “So yeah, please wait until I’ve left to attempt your pole dancing skills.” He tacked on with a grin. He was more than grateful for the fact that his dad wasn’t some kind of exhibitionist, because while nobody had said it aloud he was positive they all knew of other ways the bed could be used that might later require memory erasing for the youngest occupant of it.
"I guess I can hold off on that," Vic said, ruffling Sasha's hair again now that it had been flattened back into place. "I'll even wait until you're facing the other way before I start showing off my moves."
Sasha pulled a face -- mostly to get a laugh out of his dad and Marina -- and decided to shift gears before either one of them got anymore ideas. “So how does it feel to be married?”
Marina leaned over towards Vic, giving him a kiss, before pulling back and grinning at him. Marriage wasn’t necessarily different, but tonight still felt good. “I can’t complain,” she responded to Sasha’s question, though it took a few moments to drag her eyes off of Vic to look over at him.
"Pretty damned good," Vic agreed. He leaned back, carefully resting his weight on his elbows, and grinned as he looked at both of them: his two favorite people in the entire world.
Marina's smile continued once her eyes landed on Sasha, widening if that were even possible. She’d never been so happy in her life. “Well, me and your dad are wearing matching white suits and sitting on a king sized bed, so I’d say being married is pretty fucking great,” she laughed.
“I’m going to remind you both of these words when you’re out of the honeymoon phase, alright?” Sasha said this was all the attitude a teenager -- or at least this one -- possessed, grinning nearly as wide as Vic and Marina. “And I might use them in some future argument to get dad to give up on this idea that I should be some kinda monk until I’m like thirty.” He was inching towards the edge of the bed as he said this. “I’d make a really shitty monk,” Sasha added as he climbed off the bed. “Because I’m totally bailing on you two right now to go text Bea and tell her all about this,” now he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “So I’m super happy that you’re both happy, and welcome to the family Marina!” Sasha’s grin now matched the Cheshire Cat’s as he stepped backwards away from the bed, giving them both a wave before he spun around and fished his phone out of his pocket.