I don't own anything Castle – this is to give writing a whirl as this story formed in my head.
White Swans
Chapter 1
"Kate! Let's go!", Lanie yelled from the living room. The girls were on their way to Jenny's bachelorette party. They were going out for a nice dinner followed by the clichéd strip club. "I'm coming!", Kate replied as she came out of her room fiddling with her hair and pulling on her dress. "You look great. You have definitely gained back some of the weight you lost. You don't look like skeltor anymore", Lanie teased. "Thanks", Kate grumbled.
They grabbed their coats and headed down the street to the restaurant. The restaurant was busy that night and their giggling group of girls added to the atmosphere. The group consisted mainly of Jenny's friends, cousins and her sister; Jenny and Lanie had gotten close through their boy toys so she was invited and Kate was along for the ride. The dinner was nice, quieter, more Jenny's style, Kate thought. She sat back, had a glass of wine with her delicious pasta and listened to the chatter around her. Eventually the chatter slowed and the ladies readied themselves for the club. Jenny's best friend from university had rented a limo to take them to the club. If you are going to go all out...
At the club they found themselves to a couple of tables close to the stage to catch the shows. A few of Jenny's younger cousins looked embarrassed and slightly unsure of themselves but as soon as the show started they got into the swing of things. The girls were all giggling with their pink drinks and having a time of it. What were they called again, white swan? Why a pink drink called a white swan I don't know, shouldn't it be called a pink flamingo or something? Turning her attention back to the stage Kate watched as police men, firefighters and other garishly costumed men did their thing on stage.
Kate was lost in her own thoughts for a few minutes and then shaking her head Kate made her way over to the bar. "Vodka, lots of Vodka", she said to the bartender. Police men ...Shlemming, Firefighters... A Braddecker... Weddings are supposed to be romantic, not make you think of past relationships. I need some good Rrrussian Vodka. Lanie had followed her over. "What's going on Kate?", as Kate threw back the shot. Ok, not good Russian vodka, it tastes more like water. "First I am thinking about stupid past dates and now I am thinking about Castle." She threw back another. "Why? I don't know! Maybe the failed relationship aspect or maybe because last time I came to a strip club it was with him and now this Russian vodka makes me think about how I had to save him that time from the tattooed Russian in Chinatown!" She threw back another shot.
"Girlfriend, slowdown, we are supposed to be having a good time and really that train of thought made no sense whatsoever! Let's have a good night and we can talk about Castle tomorrow it's not like he is going anywhere!", Lanie exclaimed!
"Yeeeup that's the problem Lanie; he's not going anywhere, we are not going anywhere. Seeing those guys on the stage just as many of the guys I dated... not strippers mind you, but the uniforms and predictability, it just makes me want to do something! "
"All right girl, let's say goodbye to everyone, we'll get a cab back to your place and we can have some wine and talk about this."
"I don't want to talk about this or not talk about this - I am going to do something". She left Lanie standing open mouthed behind her, said her goodbyes and hailed a cab. "Richard Castles loft, please".
"Lady, I am going to need more than that.", the cab driver said. Frustrated, she climbed back out of the cab and decided to walk to Castles place. It was only a few blocks after all and it wasn't too late.
A few minutes later she arrived at his building, greeted the doorman and took the elevator up to his apartment. She checked herself in the elevator mirror; I look pretty good she thought to herself ... although I do smell a little bit like coconut oil. Too late now, she thought, as the elevator pinged and she got out. Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell...
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This is my first go at this - please review and give some constructive criticism if you can. Thanks.