All Wet

The champagne hit the ceiling of the limousine and splashed back down on everyone. Bridesmaids squealed and leaned away like falling dominoes. I leaned away too; it was too late to do any good, like body english applied long after the frisbee is headed for the roof. Seconds earlier, the "don't open that in here" faction had finally lost their spirited debate with the "come on, we need champagne!" crowd.