“It’s kind of like the Hangover,” Selene observes. She’s not even breathing hard, power walking down the hall of their hotel in heels like she does this every Friday night. “You know? That move with Zack Gal–”
“Oh - my - god,” Heather pants, fingers twisted tightly in the fabric of her skirt so that it doesn’t get caught under her wedges. “Oh god, we’re in a dude movie!”
At the head of the pack, Ryan stops, spinning on her stiletto to glare. She’s the only one in a dress short enough not to have to hold it and she puts her hands on her hips.
“We are not,” she hisses, “in a dude movie. This isn’t like the Hangover because we haven’t lost her!”
Heather and Selene look at each other and then back to Ryan. They’ve been following her lead all night, respecting her place as maid of honor, but Ryan knows it’s only a matter of time before that changes.
Witches don’t particularly like playing follow the leader.
“Well,” Selene says at last, “do we know where Kim is?”
“No,” Ryan says, “but–”
“Has she responded to any of our messages?” Heather asks.
Ryan pulls her phone out of her cleavage to check her messages and winces. “Well, no, but–”
“Does anyone remember what happened this afternoon?” Selene asks.
Heather wrinkles her nose. “There was a unicorn? I think? Or a donkey with a very convincing aura.”
Selene does jazz hands. “We lost the bride and we’re in the Hangover.”