Reception.

Aaron Aardvark

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Axel_is_go@yahoo.co.uk

AAmrn

It was cold outside, but warm in the limo, walking up the red carpet Misty clung 
to my arm, as everyone clapped in congratulations of the wedding.
We had booked a function room in the biggest and most expensive hotel we could 
find, it was called La Serpaeun Rousette Misty had booked the band, and had done 
all the decorating by hand, with some help from her three sisters. They had 
spent ages arguing whether to put Daisies, Lilies, violets or (Misties choice) 
roses, eventually they decided to put up bouquets of all of them mixed together.

When we reached the receptionist, she told us that our party was in lot four, 
and that the band was setting out their equipment. We waited in the bar until 
everything was ready and went down to dinner in the party room. All of the 
tables were fully laden with cutlery and plates. Ten elegantly dressed waiters 
were working their way around tables taking orders at every stop.

We met Brock flirting with one of the single guests, he thanked me again for 
letting him be best man.

We sat down for dinner Brock at my right hand and Misty at my left. I ordered a 
steak with a garden salad and jacket potatoes, Misty ordered a prawn salad with 
noodles and Brock ordered a burger and fries.

Later after the waiters had finished up and had dragged all the tables away from 
the dance floor, the band, consisting of a bassist a pianist a guitarist and a 
drummer, started playing. At first they played modern music so as to entertain 
the few children that were there.
Then suddenly the pianist and the bassist, two gangly figures one with red hair 
and the other with blue, leaped up into the air as a balloon full of rockets 
smashed through the wall, the “players” leapt onto the top of the balloon,
“Prepare for trouble” one said,
“And make it double” replied the other,
“To denounce the evils of truth and love”,
“To extend our reach to the stars above”,
“Jessie!”,
“James!”,
“Team rocket blasts off at the speed of light,”,
“Surrender now or prepare to fight!”,
then out of the piano, sprang a small cat like pokemon,
“Meowth!, that’s right.” It said leaping onto the balloon to join the now 
revealed Jessie and James, but, as soon as it landed on its surface its claws 
punctured the canvas and all the rocket thugs, not to mention Jessie, James and 
Meowth were whisked away as the balloon flew out over the horizon.
After the party (which had to be relocated to a smaller and less glamorous lot, 
due to the hole the rockets made in the wall), when everyone was either going 
home or to their hotel rooms, me and misty were on our way to our room to spend 
our first night together as a married couple when misty asked me if I had 
figured out what had happened to the real band, we ran outside and sure enough 
the only vehicle left in the parking lot was the bands van, we checked inside 
and there was the band, bound and missing their clothes, and beside them was a 
pile of clothes consisting of two pairs of black trousers, a white tank top a 
white sweater a white skirt to black sweaters and a pair of black caps all of 
them embellished with red “R”s. we untied all of them gave them the car keys 
that had been in the pocket of Jessie’s costume and let them go. 
After all that we finally went to bed.