Bachelorette
Summary: Prompt Request- Anon: Please wrote a story about the night before Claire and Owen get married. No Maisie.
If there was one thing I knew about my sister, it's the fact that I was not getting out of tonight's events. We were both stubborn, but for the opposite reasons. According to my sister this was my last night of 'freedom' and we were going to celebrate.
This time tomorrow, Owen and I would be married. Normally this would be something that would terrify me. I was not a woman who could be 'tied down'. The mere thought of marriage always had me running away.
Being the Operations Manager at Jurassic World I never had time for a relationship. Most of them never lasted more than a few weeks before I cut it off. Not this time. Not with Owen. Since the downfall of the park, Owen has been my constant rock. The one thing that kept me sane. He drove me crazy just as much as I did to him. We balanced each other well. It took us a year and a half to get from being chased by a hybrid dinosaur to realizing our lives work best together. Now here I was, less than 16 hours away from marrying Owen Grady.
"Come on, Claire Bear!" Karen wined, jutting her bottom lip out at me. "This is your last night as a single woman! Let loose, have fun!"
"I'm not single and Owen is going to kill you." I warned her. My eyes stayed locked on the neon sign flashing LIVE Male Dancers.
"My brother won't find out." Rachel winked, linking my arm with hers. She looked behind me and Karen did the same with my other arm.
"You guys!" I fought against their arms, but the two of them together were too much for me. "Don't you have husbands?" I tried reminding them. I wanted to remind Karen of the struggle it was to save her marriage with Scott. I'm sure this wasn't going to be discussed during their next marriage counseling session.
"Yes and I can tell you exactly where they are!" Karen laughed as she reaches for the door.
"Shoving dollar bills into someone's thong." Rachel reached across me to high-five my sister before adding, "My baby brother is most likely getting an eye full at the moment."
"Excuse me?!" I half shrieked, gaining attention from a small crowd just inside the door. They ignored my small tantrum.
Rachel and Karen worked to add items to my outfit, taking advantage of me being distracted by the flashing lights, loud music and three extremely muscular men in nothing more than a g-string dancing on a stage that stretched down the center of the room.
Four hands gripped my arms and hips, forcing me further into the club. We found an empty table which unfortunately was up against the stage. I took the time to look down at the added items covering my tank and jeans. I had a sash on with large letters reading BRIDE TO BE. Pinned to my tank was a large button stating BUY ME A DRINK, I'M TYING THE KNOT.
"No way," I gasped and tugged at my unwelcome accessories. Attention was not something I desired tonight.
"They stay on!" Both Karen and Rachel said, each one pinning my arms at my side.
Rachel scooted her chair close to mine so our eyes were level. "I'm basically another older sister now. Face it there's no escaping us."
I turned to Karen as she chimed in, "That's right! So relax! Let loose." She paused when a husky male waiter dropped off six shot glasses. After mentioning they came from one of the stage dancers, he walked away. Karen and Rachel each grabbed one of their shots. "See, Claire, what happens at the bachelorette party—"
"Stays at the bachelorette party!" Rachel finished her sentence while shoving my glass into my hand.
I closed my eyes when they clinked their glasses with mine and I downed whatever liquid poison was given to me. If I was going to survive the night I wasn't doing it sober.
"You've got an admirer, Sweetheart." Our waiter dropped a few more shot glasses on our table.
"First of all," I slammed down my shot glass after drinking it, "I'm not your sweetheart and second of all I'm not interested."
Rachel clapped her hand over my mouth. "Don't mind her, we're working on removing the stick from her ass."
"There it is!" Karen screeched in agreement and cheered Rachel before they drank.
Six shots in had me bouncing in my seat. "Bathroom?" I asked the screaming girls beside me.
"Pee your pants! I'm not missing this!" Rachel said before cupping her hands around her mouth and screaming towards the stage.
I looked up to see a new performer in a fireman's getup. He stepped in front of our table, swaying to the music in a way that had my heart pounding.
With Karen and Rachel distracted by clothes falling to his feet, I slipped away and hurried to the bathroom.
I washed my hands and stared at myself in the mirror. "I'm never surviving this night." I groaned and splashed water in my face to try and get myself to see straight.
Without thinking I grabbed my phone and called Owen. It rang until his voice requested me to leave a message. "I swear, Owen you put a dollar anywhere near anyone's—"
"Oh no, no." Karen clicked her tongue in disapproval and took my phone out of my hand. "Leave him alone. Here, you're going to need these." She winked and handed me two shot glasses.
I shook my head. "I drink those, I'm going to get sick."
"No you won't."
Knowing she wasn't going to back down I drank one right after the other and shuddered. "You're going to kill me tonight."
"It's called fun!" She called over her shoulder as she dragged me out of the bathroom.
"Is this the bride to be?" A voice echoed through the room. I looked around to try and figure out where the voice was coming from.
"Right here!" Karen gripped my wrist and stretched my hand over my head.
I spotted Rachel standing beside a chair on the stage.
"Hell no!" I yelled, fighting against my sister.
"Close your eyes if you want, but this is happening." Rachel smirked, reaching down to help me onto the stage.
They forced me in the chair and I immediately covered my face with my hands. The music pounded in my chest and I felt someone standing over me. Peeking through my fingers my throat tightened at the hard-ripped abs directly in front of my face.
"Shit," I hissed, as the alcohol flowed through my system, allowing me to drop my hands to my lap.
I turned to find my sister and soon to be sister-in-law cheering from our table, both their phones pointed at me.
The dancer removed more clothes and I went back to starring at my hands. "Oh crap!" I yelled, when his not so well covered package was inches from my face. Not wanting to know what comes next out of this lap dance, I slid down and curled myself into a ball. I could hear the roars of laughter coming from the two women who dragged me here.
"Hey," a deep voice spoke softly in my ear. "You're free to go."
I uncurled myself to find the nearly nude man offering a hand to help me up. Feeling overjoyed that my moment of humility was finally over, I reached out to let him help me to my feet. He kissed my cheek and I flushed a deep shade of red.
"Congratulations." He smiled and helped me down off the stage.
"Thank you," I smiled back up at him, making sure to keep my eyes locked on his sea blue eyes.
"I hate you both! Any of that video or pictures ever get shone to Owen, I'm telling him you drugged and kidnapped me."
"Deal," they both said at the same time.
A few more shots and I found myself brave enough to move out towards the dance floor with Karen and Rachel jumping around me. Despite the almost naked men dancing on stage around us, it was nice not actually being at a place where we were being hit on. It was finally time to let loose.
The morning sun shone bright through the hotel room window. We were staying in the bridal suite where we would be getting ready for the days event.
"Oh, my head." I groaned. I reached across the bed to try and figure out where exactly I was. Trying to focus through the light, I noticed I was sprawled across the king size bed, still dressed in the same clothes as last night. The bed under me was still made. "Hey!" I croaked, trying to remember where Karen and Rachel ended up.
"Stop yelling," Rachel groaned. I jumped, sitting up and realizing she was curled up at the foot of the bed.
"What are you a dog?" I snorted. "Where's my sister?" I looked around the bedroom.
"What the hell?" I heard Karen's voice in the other room.
"I think she only made it to the couch." Rachel informed me.
There was a knock on the door and I heard Karen talking to whoever it was. "Girls?" a voice was at the bedroom door.
Rachel and I looked up at Owen's mother standing with a tray of coffee in her hands.
"Coffee!" Rachel and I reached for the tray at the same time, both of us not moving from the bed.
Carol laughed at our ill attempt to reach the coffee she was offering. She walked over to the edge of the bed and handed us a cup.
"I warned you to behave." Carol scolded her daughter. "What did you do to this poor girl."
"Did you see Owen?" I asked her before Rachel could even begin to explain our night.
"He looks just as beat up as you." Carol chuckled.
I rolled my eyes. "That makes me feel so much better."
"Up we go!" My mom clapped her hands and flipped on the bedroom light. receiving a chorus of moans and grumbles from Rachel and I.
Karen shuffled into the room and silently went into the bathroom to shower.
"This is going to be a long day," I sighed, leaning back against the headboard.
"Let's get you married!" My mom was way too cheerful. I knew she never expected this day to come for me and by the tears already forming in Carol's eyes, she felt the same with Owen. The mother of a career-centered, strong-willed and stubborn daughter was standing beside the mother of a thickheaded, self-centered, strong-willed and stubborn son. Both mothers ready to watch this unlikely pair bind our lives together with a love deeper than either of us have ever felt before.
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