Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or anything, but you can always get it for me for my birthday :3
"Where are we going?" I cried, arms outstretched feeling around. Someone had put a blindfold over my eyes as they helped me into the limo. Another pair of hands passed me a bottle of beer, I supposed, and I took a swig. Good stuff.
"Don't worry about it, man," Gibby's voice rang in my ear… possibly to my right. I turned in that direction. "Just enjoy the ride."
"Fine," I muttered, and folded my arms to my chest. Secretly, I was glad. This must be my bachelor's party, my last night of man—gone—wild freedom. I had been anticipating this evening for a while… possibly the moment that I got engaged.
It's not as if my fiancé and I aren't happy; we are. She makes me feel better than anyone else has in a long time. Her eyes sparkle when they meet mine, and her kisses leave me begging for more. And believe me, I've begged, but I respect her wishes. I'm not that kind of guy.
"Come on, man, it's going to be fun!" I heard Wes's voice from somewhere else in the car. "Whoo!" he cheered.
I took another gulp from the bottle. This was going to be a crazy time.
"A strip club?" I screeched, glaring at Gibby. He shrugged his shoulders and nodded, giving me puppy dog eyes. I shook my head immediately, and adamantly sat down on a bench outside. "You guys go, I'm not going in there."
"Pussy!" Rick jeered at me.
"Go look at them on your own, you don't need me for that," I muttered, disgustedly. Gibby knew my views on women and respecting them. I promised myself I would never step foot into something that degraded them in such a vulnerable way.
"Will this change your mind?" Gibby sighed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. It was a video clip- I tapped the play button.
"Hey Freddie-Beddie,"Carly's sweet voice echoed through the block. "I know where you are tonight- a strip club," she still smiled, yet it lost some of her glow. "And I want you to know it's okay."
I gasped. "How did you get her to agree to that?" Gibby shushed me and pointed to the screen.
"In fact, Mel and I are going to a male strip club for my bachelorette's party," she sheepishly admitted. "It's all in good fun, and tradition. Just as long as you don't sleep with any of them, I'm cool. I don't need the dirty details," she bit her lip and turned a lovely shade of rose.
Gibby turned off the phone and pulled me up off the seat. "Let's go!"
"To the women!" Rick yelped, running in the bar.
We all snorted and followed suit.
A/N: I haven't written an iCarly story in FOREVER! Review & tell me if I should keep going. I have two more chapters already, but if you guys don't like it I'm not going to keep it. thanks lovelies! xo neon-greenshoelaces