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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jun 24, 2012 23:20:29 GMT
 So. Brent and Chase were getting married. And so was Alex and Reid. Alex was still getting his head around it. But he couldn't be happier for all of them. After all they had been through, maybe it was time for them all to have some good luck in love. The wedding wasn't too far off in the near future and that only meant one thing: Bachelor party.
In the end, Brent and Chase were going to have a joint stag night with Reid and Alex which was probably for the best - the whole band hitting the town together. It had been a long while since they had all gone out together like this. Before when they all were younger by a couple of years weekends hitting the bottle in a group weren't uncommon. But real life had reared its head shortly after leaving Hogwarts and showered them with responsibilities. Tonight was going to be fucking awesome.
Alex hadn't told anyone the night he had planned out - he wanted it to be a surprise. His sudden, renewed interest in Moulin Rouge was probably a huge hint. But Alex didn't really expect anyone to catch on. The other hint was that he couldn't get But Its Better If You Do out of his head for the past week. Alex had also taken the liberty of planning his friend's wardrobes for the night so they wouldn't be out of the theme. It would be a downright lie if Alex said that he hadn't had fun planning all this.
They weren't going to one of Alex's usual haunts. They were probably going to one of the last places his friends thought their gay friend would take them: a strip club. With girls. While laying awake at night in his bed Alex had began to brainstorm ideas for the bachelor party. He had had plenty of time to think since insomnia was harassing him like a bitch. Paranoia did that. Alex swore that he wasn't imagining things being displaced in his home or someone tailing him home after work. Well, Alex had reached the conclusion that they were going to go see some boobies. Because... when were Chase, Brent and Reid ever going to see those again? Plus the other three were all interested in girlies too. Alex was just the odd one out but he didn't mind. It just meant he could dance without anyone worrying about him groping some girl.
"Nearly there, ladies." Alex snickered, fishing out his peacock mask and sliding it on. He went and handed his friends their masks, winking at Reid when he handed him his. He resisted the urge to just kiss the face off his fiancé right there and then. He looked too handsome for his own good in the outfit he had picked out for him. Alex had had way too much fun putting all this together. With a devious grin, he jostled his sable cane with a wolf's head on the handle on his knee. Alex got a cane because he was awesome. Sipping a margarita, the limo Alex had booked (courtesy of Chase's wallet) pulled slowly to the kerb. They had arrived. "Bet you weren't expecting this."
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Jun 25, 2012 4:10:21 GMT
Chase couldn't believe how all out Alex had gone to plan this Stag night. This was fucking amazing. Chase knew it was going to be an awesome time because it was the four of them. Anything that happened with the four of them was going to be amazing. Brent and him were getting married, so were Alex and Reid, and they were spending tonight celebrating that. Chase couldn't be more happy.
He didn't care that he was the one funding tonight. Chase just hoped Alex hadn't mentioned that to Brent. Or wouldn't. Brent was perfectly fine with not knowing that Chase told Alex that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and just charge it to Chase's Gringott's account. There was enough money in it to buy two fucking houses. Chase was sure this night didn't cost as much as one house.
"Do I have to put my mask on?" Chase whined to Alex as he saw him putting his own mask on. His hand was intertwined with Brent's. Had been since they had got in the limo. This wasn't a traditional stag night, but they weren't a traditional couple. Chase couldn't help but notice right away that the outfit Alex had bought for Brent made him look incredibly fucking hot. Brent looked hot in anything though.
After seeing where they had pulled up, Chase's mouth dropped. "You brought us all to a strip club?!"
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jun 25, 2012 21:40:54 GMT
[/i] the Spaniard's ideas could get. He knew it was right to be a little worried right now. And the outfits as well? Yup, Brent was more than just a little worried to be perfectly honest. With a sigh, Brent reluctantly took the mask Alex handed to him and put it on. He knew Alex would probably force it on him anyway if he didn't. "Just go with it, Chay." he mumbled to his fiancé with a roll of his eyes. He followed Chase's gaze, eyes widening as he spotted their destination. Brent wasn't sure if he should be heading inside as fast as possible or making a dash for it before anyone had the chance to stop him. Instead, he leant his head back on Chase's shoulder and sighed again, "Oh Merlin..." This was going to be one hell of a night...[/color][/ul] |
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Post by Reid Rutherford on Jun 28, 2012 20:09:16 GMT
Reid wondered all day what his fiancé had enstore for them. He knew Alex would ho all out for this, like he did everything else. It wa one of the reasons Reid thought he was in charge in the first place. The outfit he wore he actually really liked and not only because Alex picked it out. He wondered why Alex didn't go into fashion as a profession instead of healing.
He looked at the place Alex had chosen for the Stag Noght and was surprised to say the least. A strip club? Really? This was not some place where he thought Alex would want to go. "Love, why are we at a strip club? Better question, why did you choose for us to come to one?"
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jun 28, 2012 21:17:55 GMT
Alex looked from friend to friend to fiancé when the pulled up, drinking in their reactions. To arrive at this place, of all places, was probably unexpected for the three. His eyes flashed merrily behind his black mask adorned with peacock feathers before downing the last of his margarita and setting the glass on the plastic holder.
"Yes, a strip club. Is there a problem?" Alex chuckled, slipping out of the car and straightening out his clothes. He gave the limousine door a tap with the end of his cane as a signal that it could go home. "Never been to one or something, ladies? To be honest... I've only been to one with girlies once..."
Alex looked at the other three masked men in turn. He was curious to know what they had expected him to put together as a stag night if this was surprising. He just shrugged his shoulders and adjusted Reid's mask that was askew a tiny touch, giving him a quick peck on the tip of his nose before talking.
"Why did I choose for us to come to one? ...well ...you're all about to wed men and, like, when's the next time you're going to see boobies again? I know you all like them. I don't even think Chase has seen any in person..." Alex gave Chase a cheeky wink. His friend had been in love with solely Brent for most of his life so he hadn't had a girlfriend. Ever. If he had seen a girl's chest it was either through the television or just by accident.
"And... I like their dresses, 'kay?" Alex snickered, going over to the door and holding it open for their friends. This club was rather popular so Alex had had to call up at least a week ago to reserve a decent corner for just them.
"Chase picks out the first round of drinks... something strong... to break the ice."
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Jun 28, 2012 21:31:09 GMT
Chase sighed heavily. This was going to be a long night. He listened to Brent and put his mask on, one handed. It was probably messed up a bit, but he didn't care. He turned his head when Brent rested his own on Chase's shoulder and kissed the top of his head.
"You brought us here purposely so we can see boobs?! And just because I was a ... you know. Before Brent, doesn't mean I hadn't seen boobies." Okay, so he technically hadn't, but none of them needed to know that. He was pathetic. "Plus I've been fawning over Brent since I was eleven. I just call myself bisexual. I could be just plain gay. Okay, no I'm attracted to women too. But that's not the point." Chase rambled. He did that when he was nervous, and the look of this club scared him.
Chase dragged Brent with him as Alex held the door open for them all. He walked in and just kind of stood there. Waiting for Reid and Alex to come in. Chase still hadn't released Brent's hand. "Why am I always the one to choose..." Chase grumbled toward his friend. "What about Malibu and Coke... that's strong. Right?" Chase asked, not entirely too familiar with alcohol.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jun 30, 2012 13:12:56 GMT
[/i]." Brent sighed, but he was still smiling slightly. Of course Chase hadn't been the best to ask on what they should drink since he didn't have too much experience of his own with it.[/color][/ul] |
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Post by Reid Rutherford on Jul 19, 2012 20:18:20 GMT
Reid smiled when Alex adjusted his costume. It seemed Alex always wanted him to look his best. He would always look at his clothes and fix anything that looked like it needed fixing. It mostly happened when they were at home but there were a few times where it would happen out in public. "A strip club is fine love. It just wasn't exactly what I thought you had planned for tonight, especially since you have never been into woman."
He walked into the club behind Brent and Chase. He really didn't care what they drank just as long as it was good and strong. After that, he had no opinion. "I don't really care what we drink. Let's just find a place to sit and get this party started."
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 20, 2012 20:47:12 GMT
Alex gave Chase a look. Brent was right, he wasn't really doing himself any favours. He was looking more and more like a virgin the more he rambled. Had Chase even been to a place like this before? Alex was guessing he hadn't. He grinned cheekily. If he was getting nervous now... just wait until later.
"Okay, okay. Sorry guys. Next time anyone has a stag night, we'll sit around a table playing cards and drinking cheap whiskey." Alex said with a roll of his eyes at Chase. "Or we just don't invite you. So lighten up, relax, and have fun. Its only one, little night. Now come with me to get drinks." The young man took a hold of both Brent and Chase's hands, separating them and guiding Chase over to the bar with him with prods of his cane in his back. There was going to be no hand-holding all night. The girls wouldn't be interested if they thought that all of them were gay.
"Hola, preciosa." Alex smiled once they were at the bar. The girl flashed him a blindingly white smile in return. Her dress was... rather small, to put it simply, but it fitted the whole Moulin Rouge theme the club had going. But Alex wasn't interested in her. There was a guy tending the cocktail bar who caught his eyes more. Alex only snapped out of it when the girl asked what she could get them.
"Four Malibus and cokes, I guess. And, hey... do you still do that random shot dish?" Alex looked over at Chase and smiled innocently, so what if he had been here before? Not every single night was just girls, and he'd been exceedingly drunk. He didn't remember much. "I don't know what its called again but its this dish thing with a bunch of different shots. You can spin it and make a game out of it. The shot you get is random. Its fun." The scantily-dressed worker came back and asked where they'd be sitting and what the occasion was. Alex smiled gently and leaned forward over the counter so she could hear. And Chase couldn't.
"We're sitting on the next floor by the balcony thing. Its a stag night. But... this guy here... he's a bit shy. And he'd the one paying for it all so..." Alex let his sentence trail off but the girl seemed to get what he was getting at. She told him their drinks would be taken to their table by someone in a bit. Alex said thanks and dragged Chase away to their table.
Since Alex had called in advance and paid, he'd managed to get one of the good tables. The place had a theatre-like feel to it - there was a main "stage" and then two flights of stairs that curled round to an upper floor. It was more private up here. Alex thought that maybe his friends would appreciate that. They had their own corner whilst being able to have a good view of the whole, dimly lit venue from the balcony thing.
"Let's go ladies, I call dibs on the seat by the balcony." Alex chuckled, pointing to where they were sitting.
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Jul 22, 2012 5:54:14 GMT
Brent was too cute when he fixed Chase's mask like that. Chase just smiled the entire time. Chase told himself he was going to have an awesome night. He was going to have fun tonight. He was with Brent, at their stag party that was joint with their two best friends, who were getting married. Nothing could make this night even more perfect.
When Alex grabbed his hand away from Brent's and dragged him to the bar, Chase looked back at his fiance with a pouty look that said help him. He was going to have fun... but why couldn't they hold hands and have fun too? Didn't make sense to Chase.
Then Chase heard Alex order the malibu's and coke's and then... a shot glass round? "Trying to get us smashed within the first five minutes?" Chase asked with an amused smile as he watched Alex lean forward and tell the girl behind the bar something. "What did you just tell her..." Chase asked him with a questioning glare. He was nervous about Alex bringing him to a strip club when he knew Chase had only ever had sex with Brent.
Chase sighed and followed Alex more. They went by Brent and Reid so Alex could show where they were sitting. Chase instantly gravitated toward Brent again. Hoping Alex wouldn't tear him away again. Grabbing onto one of his suspenders. "I think Alex is trying to keep us apart..." Chase whispered with a laugh and a smirk in Brent's ear as they followed Alex to the balcony.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 11, 2012 18:16:02 GMT
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