Rings and Batchelor's
It was 5 days until the wedding and he had been looking forward to tonight almost as much as the actual wedding. It was his Batchelor party. The lads had booked out a private room at a high end New York club with their own bar and unlimited drinks. He had picked out his favourite grey suit and waistcoat. He knew Emma and the girls were heading to her favourite champagne bar so she could have a great night too. He jumped slightly when the bedroom door of the apartment opened and the click of Emma's heels told him she was dressed and ready to go. She looked stunning. She had straightened her hair and had weaved some into a small plait across the top of her head. She wore a champagne coloured dress with diamantes across the shoulder forming one strap and bejewelled heels.
"So? What do you think?" She looked genuinely nervous by what he thought.
"Let's just say if our friends weren't going to be here any minute then we would be back in that bedroom already." Her cheeks flushed red and she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a light kiss on his lips. He held the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss, this one sent sparks down her spine and her knees began buckling. They drew away from eachother when the buzzer sounded. "Here we go then, love." He told her.
"Have fun tonight, okay?" She was already making her way to the video monitor to see if it was the girls or the lads. She flicked it on and her face lit up when she saw Mary Margaret's beaming face. "I gotta go. Love you!" She grabbed her purse and phone, kissed him on the cheek and headed out the door.
"Love you too!" He shouted as the door clicked shut. His phone vibrated in his pocket. The screen flashed with a notification of an incoming message.
David: Downstairs, hurry up!
He picked up his keys and wallet and headed out the same way as Emma had just a few seconds before. He saw David's truck and the girls' white limo turning the corner.
"Come on, Killian! The guys are getting restless!" He could already hear singing from the back of the truck suggesting that the passengers were already a little tipsy. He jumped into the truck next to David and they pulled away from the kerb, headed for a night of drinking, laughing and fun with his mates. What could possibly go wrong?