JACK DANIEL AND COOKIE - 1
Reever Wenham, a man of twenty-six, was finally tying the knot. That's right, he was getting married. He and his fiancé were a simple couple, not really enthusiastic on the entire celebration deal. They just wanted to get in and get out, so to speak.
Consequently, Reever had no intention of having a bachelor party. He didn't see the need for it. Eighteen-year-old Lavi saw things differenly.
"Reev," Lavi pleaded, walking next to the blonde man. "You've got to have a bangin' bachelor party."
The Australian man sighed, scratching his head. "Lavi, I don't have to have anything. It's unnecessary and costly."
"But, Reever! It's in the code!" the redhead explained.
"What code?"
Reever's question caught the one-eyed boy off guard. "The... Code of Man!" he shouted.
The blonde-haired man stopped walking and turned to face the redhead. "Lavi."
"What?"
"I'm not having a bachelor party," he said with finality. Turning on his heel, he walked off, leaving Lavi standing by himself.
Lavi contemplated the situation for a moment, before calling out to the older man. "You're going to have one! Even if I have to kidnap you, Reever Wenham!"
Lavi wasn't sure if he got it from his ancestors, or if it was just some special trait he was born with, but he always got what he wanted. He wouldn't consider himself spoiled, because, well, that's just dumb. He just used his resources.
Yes, he did plan on kidnapping Reever and taking him to Las Vegas for a bachelor party.
Yes, he did need Allen and Kanda's help to complete this daunting task.
No, they were not yet aware of what Lavi was planning for them. He was going to tell them sooner or later. But even an idiot would know that Allen and Kanda wouldn't go to Las Vegas willingly. Fortunately, the red-haired teenager had a plan.
The three boys were hanging out in Lavi's basement, their usual spot, while Kanda was angrily explaining his day's events.
"Naturally, I would have punched the kid in his face, right? 'Cause you just don't talk about my fucking car like that. But, then I thought about it, and I really didn't want to go to jail just because some brat won't shut his trap. So, I slashed his bike tires instead," the Japanese teenager said shamelessly.
Lavi was only half listening to the story, because he was focused on a way to bring up the topic of bachelor parties and Las Vegas and strippers and alcohol, without raising suspicion.
"You popped his bloody bicycle tires? Do you even know this kid?" Allen asked from the couch he was sitting on.
"Why should I care if I know him or not? He was bagging on my car, brat," the dark-haired teen said grouchily.
"I just think you were overreacting, Kan-da," Allen sighed, crossing his arms.
"You wouldn't understand this shit anyway, you're, like, thirteen."
"I'm fifteen!"
"Fifteen? Kid, puberty is gonna hit you like a fucking truck."
"I'm a late bloomer!"
"Fuck that! That's just code for 'I'm going to be four feet tall forever'."
"I'm not that short!"
"Guys, guys," Lavi interrupted their bickering. "Chill out," he said in a bored tone, his chin resting in an upturned palm.
Kanda would have laughed. He would have laughed if he could laugh, but that wasn't possible. "You're telling me to chill out? Dude, you're the least chill person I know."
"That's not saying much, because Kanda doesn't know anybody," Allen chimed in, smirking.
"Naw, I've been thinking..." the redhead started before the Japanese teenager could retort. He had to make his next few sentences believable, or else his plan would fail. But he wasn't worried. Because, well, he was Lavi. Smiling secretly to himself, he looked back at Kanda and Allen.
"I'm worried about Reever," he said, a concerned look on his face.
"Reever's a grown man, he knows what he's doing." Kanda replied blandly, brushing his dark bangs out of his eyes.
"No, dude, you don't understand..." he tried putting as much hurt in his voice as he could whilst keeping a straight face. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh.
Kanda stared at the one-eyed teen, his eyes wide. "What the fuck. Stop that!"
"Stop what?" Lavi asked, looking down at the floor.
"That!" the dark-haired boy gestured wildly towards him. "Whatever you're doing right now, fuckin' stop it."
"Don't be so bloody heartless, Kanda!" Allen snapped. "Something is obviously troubling him."
This is going perfectly, Lavi thought to himself. "Reever's like the father I never had. I love his Australian ass, and after he gets married, he's not gonna have time for us anymore. He'll be busy with marriage stuff."
"Well, what are we going to do?" Allen asked.
Hook, line and sinker. "Well... there is this spot in Henderson I was thinking about taking him. It's a nice little place that we could relax and stuff..."
"Wait, Henderson, Nevada?" Allen cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that's it." Lavi sniffed, rubbing his nose. "I just want to do something nice for him while I still can."
"Henderson's not that far away," the British boy mused aloud.
"Exactly! It would be like a day trip. We would be back before you know it."
"Whoa, back the fuck up," Kanda cut in. "What do you mean, we?"
Lavi scratched underneath his bandanna. "I thought you guys would do this with me."
"No. No way in hell am I going to Henderson with you two," he said, sounding extremely serious.
Goddamn it, Yuu. Don't make this difficult. Lavi made a wholehearted attempt to look completely heartbroken. Wiping his good eye, he sighed. "I understand, Yuu. It's alright."
"Way to go and be a total arsehole," Allen mumbled, throwing Kanda dirty look.
Leaning back in his chair, Kanda crossed his arms. "Shut your damn mouth, you're annoying me."
Allen tapped his chin with a gloved finger. "Maybe, I'll go ask Lenalee what she thinks about this."
So, Allen knows how to play dirty. Lavi tried not to smile. He and Kanda both knew that if Allen went to Lenalee, she would use her baffling feminine powers to somehow force Kanda into going with them. He wouldn't even put up a fight, because he would know he wouldn't win.
"You wouldn't dare." Kanda narrowed his dark eyes.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Smirking, Allen reached for his cell phone. "I have her on speed dial, you know."
"Brat, I'll fuck your good arm up if you push that button," he growled.
"Whoops, my finger slipped." Pushing the button, Allen held the phone to his ear.
Kanda stood up from his chair. "I'm not joking around, you little fuck."
"What's this? It's ringing?"
"That's it!" Kanda launched across the room, his hands reaching for the British boy's neck. Quickly ducking under Kanda's arms, Allen stood behind him.
"Hello? Lenalee? Yes, I seem to have quite a problem on my hands.... Yes, it does involve Kanda... Why, of course you can talk to him." Allen smiled sweetly as he held out the phone to Kanda. "She wants to talk to you."
"The hell she does." Sighing, the Japanese teenager gingerly took the phone and held it up to his ear. "Yeah?"
Lavi watched with amusement as Lenalee worked her teenage girl charm on Kanda. After a couple minutes on the phone, it was all set. Kanda would go with them to Las Ve- well, Henderson with them for Reever's getaway trip. That wasn't as hard as Lavi thought it would be.
The redhead, grinning like a maniac, folded his hands behind his head. Maybe those acting classes he took when he was younger really did pay off.
This is what happens when we're bored :D