Night Out

Fitz's POV
"Don't tell Liv! I'm talking to you, Aaron! I mean it. If this gets back to her I will kick your ass all over the state of California! Keep your fucking mouth shut! Got it?" I shouted. I immediately regretted the shouting and grabbed my head with both hands to keep the world from spinning. I had to lay back down fast.

Aaron groaned, weakly lifted a hand, and flipped me off. "You should have worried about her finding out about all of this before you got the five of us arrested. Dumbass."

I wanted to beat him up right now. I really did. But I was in a sad state and couldn't keep my head from feeling like it wanted to explode. Lying down made the spinning stop, but it did nothing for the terrible ache that was threatening to split my head into a dozen pieces. I'd give just about anything for a couple Tylenol and a sip of water. Maybe a comfortable bed to lay in? With a thick comforter on it. It was so cold in here!

Instead, I was laying on a wooden bench that was narrower than Liv's ass with my head near Matt's. I didn't open my eyes to look where my other friends were sitting, standing, or laying. I couldn't open my eyes even if I wanted to. It was so damned brightly lit in the cell we were in that the light hurt my eyes. The other reason, and maybe the more important one was that I didn't care where they were. I had more than enough to deal with keeping myself on the bench and the world from turning so fast.

"This is not how I imagined the night ending." Paul moaned.

"It was fun while it lasted though." Matt replied.

"It just didn't last longer than five damned minutes!" Mark complained. "Worst bachelor party ever!"

We had gotten arrested fairly early on for drunk and disorderly conduct while celebrating my life as a bachelor being over. I wish I could say I don't remember what happened. That it was something like one of those Hangover movies where everything is blacked out or forgotten, but it wasn't like that. I remember everything in vivid detail.

It all started when the guys showed up at my place in the back of a rented limousine. They looked like a bunch of high school football players headed to prom together. I remember thinking that none of us needed to be hanging out the sunroof. We would surely look like sad aging men with nothing better to do than be seen hanging out of a limo on a Saturday night.

I invited them in for a pre-party drink and they piled out of the car like clowns at the circus. All of us had on dress pants, a button up shirt, and a jacket. We'd be thankful for the jackets when we got inside the freezing jail cell later on.

Five shots were poured and the glasses were excitedly tipped back and then slammed down on the counter.

"One more shot!" Mark demanded.

"We are gonna have the time of our lives tonight, boys!" Paul sang with a big grin.

"It's gonna be a long night. We need to pace ourselves some." Matt advised.

"Who needs to pee before we go?" Aaron asked.

"Is this guy for real, Fitzy?" Mark asked as he jerked his thumb in Aaron's direction.

"THIS is who you wanted to replace me with as best man? Get the fuck outta here with that noise!" Matt warned. "Go pee, Aaron. Make sure you shake it good."

"Leave him alone, guys." I chuckled.

"We don't want to be seen with a guy with piss on his pants." Paul said rolling his eyes.

"Now's our chance to ditch him! Come on!"

"It'd be so fun to slam the front door, knowing he can't do anything until he finishes pissing." Matt said laughing like a hyena.

"You guys are bastards." I said trying not to laugh but losing that battle.

"He would have had more fun at the bachelorette party." Mark pointed out. "That boy is in love with your girl, man. You need to handle that shit."

"He is not in love with Liv." I told them grinning. "Besides, Liv loves me. Not Aaron. There's nothing to handle."

My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pants pocket to see who it was. Still grinning, I held up my phone and showed it to them. "See. It's Liv! Shut the fuck up so I can hear her you guys."

I swiped my finger across the screen and said, "Hi beautiful."

"Hi handsome. What are you up to?"

"The guys just got here to pick me up for our night of fun."

"Oooooh! Put me on speakerphone please so I can say hey to everyone."

I complied, happy knowing that she had called before we left.

"Heyyyyyyy Liiiiiiv!" Paul chirped.

"Is that my crazy Paul?" Olivia asked.

Paul grinned like a kid who just saw boobs for the first time. He pointed at himself, looked at me, and whispered, "I'm her Paul. You ain't shit, son!"

"Shut the hell up or you'll end up missing. Crazy Paul." I warned with an extended middle finger.

"Liv! Fly to California and save this sad gathering of men. At least you'd give us something pretty to look at while we're out." Matt tried.

"Married Matty strikes again. Have you come up with any baby names yet? Olivia really is a beautiful one." she teased.

"My wife would kick my ass if I even suggested naming a daughter after you. Thankfully, it's still too early to know what we're having."

"You can't blame a girl for trying." Liv replied. "Where's Mark the serious one?"

"Present." he chimed in. "Where are you going for your bachelorette party tonight?"

"Uhh, me and my sister in law are going to get a drink at a few bars and call it a night." Olivia explained.

"Liv. That's the saddest damned thing I've ever heard. How would you like for me to ditch these assholes and come hang out with you and your girl? I could show both of you a really good time tonight." Mark winked at the group of us standing nearby and waited for Olivia's answer.

She was silent for so long that I thought she was actually contemplating Mark's offer. I opened my mouth to speak up when Olivia said, "nah. We'll be fine. We're not big into partying. She's got a two year old and a husband. I've got stuff to..."

"Liv, Liv, Liv." Mark said, taking the phone out of my hand and walking away with it. "You are a young woman."

"Mark!" I said loudly. He was trying to convince my fiancé to get wild and crazy tonight and I wasn't loving the idea of it.

"You've got your whole life to do boring shit on the weekends." Mark continued.

"Dude!" I yelled and held my hand out for him to give me my phone back.

"What? You gonna go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to get new soap or something? Come onnnnn, Liv. Live a little! Get out there and fuck up the town. No one will die."

"Mark! Shut the hell up!" I demanded.

Mark looked over his shoulder at me and his eyebrows went up into his hairline as a huge smirk tipped the edges of his mouth. "Ohhhh, I see. The future husband has you on a tight leash. Is that it? Can't go out and have some fun with a woman who is married to your brother. Jesus, that's sad."

Olivia laughed. It sounded like one of those fully belly laughs. She had figured out that Mark was an asshole, not some strong silent serious type. Fucking idiot. "I like this side of you much better than the serious side. We'll see what happens tonight. Things probably won't change much though."

"Give me THAT!" I threatened quietly, as I snatched the phone out of Mark's hand.

"You called too early to talk to Aaron. He's taking a piss." Paul said on a laugh, trying to break the tension.

"I already spoke to Aaron." Olivia informed us.

The four of us looked at each other with confused expressions. "You did?" I asked. "When?"

"He called me when he was on his way to meet the other guys with the limo. He's the reason I'm calling." she explained.

Four heads turned my way and silently made death gestures as they whispered Aaron's name. "What do you mean you're calling because of Aaron?"

"Yea. He told me I should call and remind you to behave yourselves tonight. That he would report any shady behavior back to me." Olivia chuckled.

The death gestures turned much more vicious and other creative hand gestures were added to the mix. "Put her on mute." Paul whispered angrily.

"Hang on a sec please, Liv. I'll be right back." I touched the mute button and four mad as hell voices began shouting inventive ways they were going to kill Aaron.

"That fucking guy has got to GO!" Mark threatened. "I will kick his ass! I mean it, man."

"Who does that, Fitzy? Who calls their best friend's girl and tells on him?" Paul asked.

"That is pretty fucked up." Matt said plainly. "You gotta admit it."

"Guys! Guys! Calm down!" I shouted. "I'm sure Aaron said that to Liv as a joke. There's no way he's going to tell on us like a little bitch. Let me finish this conversation with her and then we'll have a little talk with Aaron and get everything straightened out. Huh?"

"I'll straighten out his spleen." Mark said.

"I'll break his ribs." Paul joined in.

"I'll make him forget Liv's name." Matt added.

"Aww, that's a good one, Matty." Mark said clapping him on the back.

I left the three of them to their inventive empty threats and walked away to talk to Liv. "Hello?"

"What happened?" she asked.

"Nothing important. The guys are getting riled up is all."

"Be careful. I don't want anything to happen to my fiancé."

My proud smile knew no bounds. She was worried about me. Besides my mother, no woman had ever cared about what happened to me on a daily basis. It was nice. I couldn't wait to get used to the idea of it.

"Besides, I don't want to get a phone call from Aaron about what the five of you are up to."

My proud smile fell off my face and my own inventive thoughts took over. Fucking Aaron! If he survived the night, it would be a miracle. I ended the call with her just as Aaron walked into the living room. "Grab him" I instructed my three friends.

"Happy to." Mark said through gritted teeth.

Aaron looked like he was going to puke.

Paul pulled a chair away from the table and Mark threw Aaron into it. "What the fuck you guys?" Aaron griped.

The four of us gathered around the chair he was sitting in, giving him ugly looks. "What the fuck is right!"

Aaron gave us a confused expression.

"You need to stop calling Liv every five minutes, dude."

"Yea. That's not how friends operate, dipshit."

"I can call Liv whenever I want to." Aaron began.

"Fine. You can, but you shouldn't."

"You were friends with Fitz long before you met Olivia." Mark reminded him.

"So. I can be friends with both of them." Aaron explained.

"When was the last time you called Fitz?" Matt asked.

He glanced over at me and I pulled out my phone to check. I held the screen displaying recent calls up to his face. "Last Tuesday." I informed him.

"Man, that's low. You don't call another guys woman."

"And you definitely don't tell her that you'll keep her posted on what he does at his bachelor party, you asshole!"

"Stop calling Olivia or we are going to be forced to beat the shit out of you. We don't want to, but we will."

"Fine." Aaron pouted.

"Isn't there something you want to tell Fitz?" Matt prodded.

"I'm sorry. She's just so nice, you know."

"Yea. I know." I extended a hand towards him. He took it and I pulled him up.

"We're good, right?" he asked me.

"We're good. But if I see you on your phone tonight, I'm going to yank it out of your hand or demand to know who it is."

"That's fair." he said. "Can we go now? The limo is waiting."

"Let me make a quick phone call first." I muttered still looking at my phone. I heard some grumbling, but then we all piled into the back of the car and were on our way to the first stop. "Let's go!"

Mark poured each of us a drink as soon as the car began to move. He held his drink up and said, "to Fitz! Another one bites the dust of bachelorhood. I hope you and Liv will be happy together for a shit load of years."

The other three guys raised their glass and said, "to Fitz!" before we all emptied our glasses.

We had been pounding shots in the limo and breaking up the monotony of that by stopping at each bar we came to rush inside and get a drink. We had no agenda other than getting hammered. It wasn't a very well planned out bachelor party, but we didn't care because we were having a good time. And that was all that mattered.

Inside the third one, Paul stood up on the bar and began singing "That's What Friends Are For". We started off trying to get him to come down but that quickly turned to us swaying together and climbing up on the bar with him as people protested loudly.

"Get the fuck down guys! I'm eating peanuts and drinking beer here!"

"I'm going to beat all five of your asses if your feet go anywhere near my drink!"

"Fuck your drink. Don't kick my date. You're all too drunk to dance. Just...stop!"

"Keep smilinn. Keep shinin. I'LL BE ON YOUR SIDE EVERMORE! I will, you guys! I'll always be on your side because you guys are like my brothers. Brothers!" Paul said through tears.

"That's what fucking friends are FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR. WHOOOO!" Matt was adding his own words to the song and it was still appropriate somehow.

Aaron was acting like he was singing to a sold out crowd at Madison Square Garden. He had grabbed a wine glass from the rack above the bar and was singing into the bottom of it like a nine year old girl singing into her hairbrush. He had his back arched and his face up towards the ceiling. "In good times. And bad ones. I'LL BE ON YOUR SIDE FOREVER MORE!"

"Fuck! We are amazing!" Mark said with a huge grin. "This crowd LOVES us! Look at 'em!"

The five of us looked out at the packed bar. No one was looking at us except a couple of big guys in dark clothes. I chuckled. "They DO fucking love us! They are coming over to get our autograph, you guys! This is the bessss night ever! You guys are my brothers."

The gentlemen who wanted our autograph turned out to be the cops. They wanted to haul our asses off the bar and that's exactly what they did. "Okay guys. Time to get down off the bar now."

"NO MAN! We are putting on a show! Can't you see?!" Paul tried to explain impatiently.

"I see that the five of you are drunk. Get down from the bar on your own and leave the premises or you will be arrested and spend the night in jail. Make a decision. Now!" He warned.

We were staring at them, blinking really slowly and swaying, but not to music. "Who are YOU to tell US what to do?" Matt demanded angrily. "We are the fucking five guys!"

"Never heard of ya. Are you getting down now? Or do I need to get you down?" The officer asked.

"Do you want an autograph?" I asked laughing like a lunatic.

"Are you getting down, Sir?"

I made a face and in a voice that mocked his said, "Do you want an autograph, Sir?"

"Ohmyfuckingawd dude! Do that again!" Aaron said laughing beside me. "You sounded...sounded...sounded..."

Paul smacked Aaron on the back once.

Aaron looked at Paul and hugged him. In a serious tone he said, "thank you, man. Fiz sounded juuuuus like him."

"Jail it is, gentlemen." The officer easily pulled Aaron down to the floor and slapped handcuffs on him.

"This guy's strong. Wait your turn, Matty. It's...wow." Aaron explained with a slur.

Matt jumped to the floor, not wanting to wait for his turn. And then he crumpled all the way to the floor and held onto his ankle. "My ankle disappeared! It's fucking gone! What am I supposed to do now?"

"Sir? Your ankle is right there." The officer pointed out.

"Well shit. There it is. Hi you." Matt said to his ankle.

"Please get to your feet, Sir."

"Sir, YESSIR!" Matt saluted him as he screamed the words. He burst into laughter and said, "he's funny."

"You're next. Let's go."

"I'm getting married next weekend. Issssssssnt that great? Do you guys wanna come to the wedding?" I asked on a burp.

"Ohmygawd dude! That would be so beautiful." Aaron began to cry. "They could put handcuffs on you and Lith after you get to be man an wife."

"Awwww, yea. Less do it! Please say you will. You gotta!" I asked, laying my head on his shoulder. He flicked his shoulder harshly and left me staggering there. "I'm tired. And hungry. Matty! Can we go get some chili cheese fries on thewaybackhome?"

"We ain't goin' home, man. We're goin' ta jail."

"I don wanna go there!" I said loudly. "Do you guys have chili cheese fries at your jail?"

They led the five of us outside and put us inside the back of three cop cars. That meant one of us was riding alone. That was Aaron. It was his payment for the shit he had pulled earlier with Olivia. Now we were even.

The five of us spent the remainder of the long night sobering up inside a freezing cold jail cell with a dozen or so other guys who had been nabbed for stupid things too. The pain of a hangover is bad enough. Dealing with
it being cold and hungry and exhausted is another matter altogether. Worst bachelor party in the history of the world.

Olivia's POV
Leesa and I were sitting in a bar having a drink together quietly. We had been here for about an hour, just relaxing and discussing our day. There wasn't a lot of fanfare to be had. We were both grown women who knew that getting married didn't mean the end of life as we knew it. We knew how to act like we had some sense and still enjoy ourselves. I bet Fitz was doing the same thing.

My intelligent sister in law had rented a town car and driver so we could fully enjoy ourselves without having to worry about strange taxi or uber drivers. The plan was to hit up Lucky's on Forty-Second Street and then The Shaved Pig downtown. The Pig had a killer band tonight and the two of us wanted nothing more than to do a little dancing with our drinking. Leesa had insisted on getting a hotel in the city for us to crash in after our "wild night". I had told Fitz about our plans just in case something happened.

A few guys had hit on us as we sat at the bar, minding our own business but we didn't give them the time of day and stayed engaged in our conversation. It was nice to know that I wouldn't have to be living the single life anymore. I would be marrying the man of my dreams one week from today. That was enough to make me smile and twist the ring on my left hand with my thumb.

"What are you grinning so hard about?" Leesa asked.

I shrugged. "Nothing really. I'm just ready to be married to Fitz. With just one week to go my excitement is practically uncontainable."

"Awww, that's great. I'm so glad to know that you have found the one for you. I know you and Fitz are going to be really happy together. I mean, you already are, but somehow it's even better once you're married." she told me.

"And that's how life is twenty-four seven with Harrison?" I asked with a straight face.

"Hell no!" Leesa exclaimed.

I couldn't help it. I giggled louder than I should have instead of sticking up for my brother.

"That man is a mess. He's crazy as hell and loud and opinionated and makes me worry unnecessarily and..." She stared off into space as a strange smile crossed her face. "Well...he's my mess and I love him more than life itself. I'd be lost without his crazy ass." She chuckled at her own words.

I held my glass up towards my sister in law and said, "to the crazy men in our lives that make it so much better."

She grinned and clinked her glass to mine. "I'll drink to that!" We tipped our glasses up and after emptying them, set them back on top of the bar. Leesa threw her hand up in the air in an effort to get the bartender's attention so we could order more drinks. "Hey! Down here!" Leesa shouted above the noisy patrons.

A hand grabbed my sister in law's and jerked it down and a voice said, "Don't do that."

We both angrily whipped our heads around to see who was putting their hand on Leesa and why. Leesa scowled and stood up once she made eye contact. "What the fuck, bitch?"

I was more than ready to kick someone's ass for touching my sister in law without an invitation but was surprised to be met with a pair of familiar green eyes, long red hair, and a smirk I knew all too well. "Abby?"

"You know this person?" Leesa angrily asked as she continued to stare her down.

I put my hand on Leesa's shoulder. "Yes, I do. This is Abby."

"Why in the hell are you putting your hands on me, Abby?" Leesa made the redhead's name sound like a disease.

Abby calmly looked between the two of us with her smirk still in place. She must have decided that Leesa wasn't a real threat because she stuck her right hand out and said, "sorry about that. I couldn't stand by and watch the two of you sit in this boring ass bar for another minute."

Leesa stared at Abby's hand for a minute and then shook it. She wore an aggravated expression as she did so though. "Excuse me. But who died and left you in charge of the bachelorette party you weren't even invited to?"

"How did you know where we were?" I asked.

Abby looked at me and the smirk returned. She simply said, "Fitz told me." Looking over at Leesa she added, "When he told me what your plans were, I invited myself. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. This is pathetic and we're leaving."

You got something better in mind, Red?" Leesa asked.

"Than sitting quietly belly up to a bar and drinking..." She picked up my empty glass. "What the hell was in here? Wine?"

I nodded.

"Yea, we're definitely getting out of here."

"What if we don't want to go?" Leesa challenged.

"We'll keep the town car and driver, but the rest of the night is on me. Unless that's overstepping?" Abby asked Leesa.

"That is the kind of overstepping I'm talking about. Lead the way!" Leesa said grinning. She grabbed a nearby waitress, closed out our tab, and the three of us got into the backseat of the town car. "So, where are we going?"

"You'll see." Abby said. "Please tell me that the two of you are halfway decent dancers?"

"Is this woman serious?" Leesa asked me. "Liv and I already had dancing on the agenda for tonight. As a matter of fact, we are great dancers. I was born on a dance floor."

I began laughing. It was probably the wine getting to me by now. "You were not. You went to dance camp just like I did. Are we going dancing?"

Abby abruptly asked the driver to pull over in front of a chain store. She said, "I'll be right back" before she got out of the car and dashed into the store, leaving Leesa and I wondering what the hell was going on? About ten minutes later she came back with something in her hand. She threw it at me and said, "put this on."

"What is it?" I asked and held it up. It was one of those sashes like Miss American wore, but this one said bride to be and was plastic. "I'm not wearing this thing. It's too cheesy."

"Shut up and put it on, Liv. It serves a purpose other than making you look like the winner of a fifth grade spelling bee. You'll see." Abby said.

Leesa shrugged at me so I put the damned thing on. I felt like an idiot. Probably looked like one too. Oh well. This night had been hijacked by a crazy redhead. "How did you get to New York so fast? It hadn't been more than a few hours since I had spoken to Fitz."

"I was at corporate for training on my new position. It worked out kinda perfectly, so I went with it." she explained.

"You were working on a Saturday?" Leesa asked doubtfully.

"Yup, but because I did it today, I'm off on Monday. When Fitz called and told me that the two of you were celebrating Liv's bachelorette, I took it as a sign that I should stay the weekend. I hope you guys aren't mad at me for inserting myself into your night?"

"That's a question better saved for the end of the night. Let's see how it goes and then I'll give you my answer." Leesa said with a grin. "But since you're taking us dancing you can't be all bad?"

"I'll take that compliment." Abby said, returning the grin.

The car pulled up in front of a huge club. There was a line a mile long outside, and now that the sun had finally gone down, the temperature dropped a little lower too. It wasn't cold, but cooler. I looked out the window from the backseat and muttered, "we're never gonna get inside."

"Of course we are. That's what the sash is for." Abby informed me.

"You are a genius, Abby." Leesa said and gave her new best friend a high five.

I still had no idea how the sash was going to get us in, but they did and that was all that mattered. I opened the car door and we all got out. Abby led us towards the front of the line as the people standing in it grumbled or continued with the conversations they were having or eyed what we were wearing. Abby marched up to the door man and said in a flirty voice, "hey. We are out to celebrate this one's bachelorette. When I asked her how she wanted to spend her last unattached Saturday night, do you know what she said to me?"

The door man eyed me closely.

"Tell 'em." Abby giggled.

I pushed my way past Abby and stood toe to toe with him. He was a good five inches taller than me, even with my heels on. I looked up at him and smiled. In my best sultry voice, I said, "I told her that only The Aura would do. She told me that it's impossible to get in here, but I told her that I just knew there'd be a sweet man at the door who would let us in. You are going to let us in, right...?"

The door man eyed the three of us up and down, taking his time doing so. He leaned down to the red velvet rope and opened the gold hook, allowing us to go inside. He nodded to me and said, "Dave" before returning his stoic gaze back to the sea of people waiting to get inside.

"Thank you, Dave." I sang and patted his shoulder before walking by him and into the darkened interior.

"What the hell was that, Liv?" Leesa asked over the loud voices inside. "And how did you know the name of the club?"

"That was me getting us inside. And I saw the name of the club as were coming around the building. Any more questions?" I asked.

"You played that out really well." Abby said praising me. "Now, let's go get a drink."

The three of us had given up all hope of finding a table inside the packed club. Instead, we emptied our glasses on the way to the dance floor. The music was thumping loudly, and dozens of bodies happily moved to the beat near the stage where the DJ was doing his best work. A waitress picked up the glasses and disappeared into the crowd.

In no time at all we were lost in the music. Our happy little trio had our hands up in the air as our hips swiveled in circles or side to side. In our minds, we were the only people on the dance floor and that's exactly how we acted. It was so freeing to just move to the beat and forget about everything for a while. No wedding stuff, no work stuff, nothing. Just dancing. It felt good to let it all go for a little while.

Several songs later, and I was in need of something to drink. Knowing they would never hear my voice over the high decibel noise level, I tapped Abby and Leesa and pointed to the bar. They nodded and followed me. "That DJ is amazing!" I praised.

"He's cute too." Abby replied with a grin. A waitress brought us each another drink and Abby added, "drink up. We're staying here for an hour and then we are leaving."

"Leaving?" Leesa and I said in unison.

"Yup. We've got another stop to make on our evening of fun."

"But we're having fun here." I whined.

"Trust me. The next stop will be more fun." Abby said with a grin. "I need to hit the ladies room before I go back and dance some more."

"Come and find us out there." Leesa told Abby. We threw our heads back, emptying our drinks and quickly made our way back to the dance floor.

The three of us were happily dancing together again when the DJ started talking. Everyone who had been dancing stopped and listened. "We've got a young lady here tonight who is celebrating her last weekend as a free woman."

My eyes widened and flicked over to Abby. "What the hell did you do?"

"Whadda mean?" she asked with an innocent smile.

"Olivia Pope. Where are you?"

Everyone looked around for Olivia Pope. Including myself. I was NOT going to be made a spectacle of by a bunch of strangers. One by one though, people started noticing my sash and they looked up at me.

"Come on, Olivia. Don't be shy." The DJ continued. "We have something for you. You just gotta come claim it."

"Go on, Liv. Stop being such a baby." Abby said.

"You don't know any of these people and chances are you will never see them again. Who cares if they see you going to the DJ to claim a ginormous dildo or whatever it is that they have for you? Just go with it. Besides, it's going to be another week without Fitz. You might just end up needing that." Leesa chuckled.

I was laughing too. Mostly because it made sense. I raised my hand in the air and began walking towards the DJ's space.

"There she is, ladies and gentlemen. Miss Olivia. Melissa is going to bring your free gift out, and from what I've been told, it's a favorite of yours." he explained through the microphone.

I was tapped on the shoulder by a woman I presumed was Melissa. She was a size zero with boobs bigger than my head and perfect white teeth. She was holding a silver tray with one shot glass on it. I smiled at her and when my eyes landed on the drink I began to laugh, almost uncontrollably. It was a penis shaped shot glass filled with a deep red drink.

Melissa grabbed the phallic shaped glass and handed it to me. "Your friend said you liked red wine, so that's what we filled it with." she explained.

My eyes searched for the green ones belonging to Abby. Naturally, she and Leesa were standing at the front of the crowd, and they were both grinning wildly. I winked and held the drink out towards her in salute. Seeing that there was a small hole at the top of the glass, I shook my head back and forth in amazement at what I was about to do. I wrapped my lips around the top of the glass and emptied it. The applause and whistles from everyone inside the club was deafening. Leesa was right. I didn't care what they thought of me and I was having a great time.

"Let's give Miss Olivia one more round of applause everyone." the DJ said. Again, the clapping was loud, and I even stopped and gave a curtsey and a wave to my new fans with my new shot glass in hand.

When I reached the girls all three of us were giggling. I hugged them both. "Thank you, Abs."

"Thank you?" she exclaimed. "I never thought that would be your reaction, but I'm glad for it. You're surprising me tonight."

"Me too. It's nice to see you loosened up." Leesa added.

"Are you ladies ready for the next stop?" Abby asked. The music began to play again at the teeth rattling level it had just been at.

"Nothing could be more embarrassing than this. Lead the way." I said loudly.

The car came to a stop twenty minutes later and I read the name of the establishment we were parked outside of. "No, no, no, no!" I chanted.

"You said lead the way. This is the way."

"Hell yea it is! Let's do this!" Leesa encouraged. "It'll be fun, Liv. Come on! Live a little."

"Don't you 'live a little' me!"

"It's not that big of a deal." Abby said. "Women come here all the time."

I was still nervous. "Before I get out of this car, do you promise that you will not do anything to bring attention to me like you did at the club? No...mentioning that I'm celebrating my bachelorette. Shit! I gotta take this thing off me!" I pulled the sash off and threw it on the seat. "No pointing me out. Nothing like that! I mean it, Abby. Promise me!"

"Jesus. Calm down, Liv. I promise. I won't do anything. Honest." She said it with a straight face, and I believed her. "I'll even buy you another drink to settle your nerves."

"I don't think I can handle another drink." I pointed a finger at her and opened the car door with my other hand. "I cannot believe we are about to do this."

"What's the big deal? We are grown ass women. Let's go." Leesa said.

The three of us walked inside the all-male revue as if we owned the place. No one would ever be able to tell that I had never done anything like this before. We were shown to a table fairly close to the stage. Close enough to make me wonder if Abby had set this up before we got here. I looked over at her with daggers in my eyes, but she held her hands out, palms towards me, and said, "this is not my doing. I swear."

The moment we sat down a waitress appeared and asked what we'd like to drink. We told her and she left us. The three of us found the ladies room and relieved our bladders before the show started. A few minutes after we were back in our seats, the waitress brought our drinks out. I had opted for cranberry juice this time. "This isn't what I thought it would be." I admitted, looking around.

"What did you expect? Naked men hanging from the chandelier?" Abby asked. The question forced all three of us to look up at the ceiling. No naked men were found up there.

"No, I just thought these types of places were...what's the word I'm looking for? Seedier than this? Gross. Like perverts hanging around or something." I was being honest with them, even though I knew it sounded ridiculous as soon as I said it out loud.

"This place is nice. I've been to a strip club once before." Leesa explained. "It wasn't as nice as this one. It was more like what you just described. It made me feel icky. This feels more like a club without the loud music."

Just then the music that had been playing quietly was turned up several notches and a man walked out on stage. He was handsome and tall and had a great smile. He introduced himself and welcomed us to the show. He turned out to be funny too, which was nice. Before he walked off stage, he said, "To start things off, here is Chef Shawn."

Leesa, Abby, and I sipped our drinks as a man in a white chef coat walked on stage. The music got louder, and his hips began to move in a circular motion as he pretended to stir something in a bowl with a spoon. It wasn't long before he dropped the bowl and spoon, and slowly began unbuttoning the chef coat and pulling it off. Shawn had muscles for days! His arms, his chest, his back.

"Holyyyyyy shit!" I heard Leesa mutter.

Shawn was definitely cooking, and he wasn't shy. The pants were the next thing to go, leaving him in a very small black speedo type of deal. He had amazing legs too and as weird as I felt for looking at him, I couldn't stop. He grinded and gyrated on the stage before jumping off of it and wandering through the crowd with a big grin on his face. That was the moment I became overly interested in my drink. I didn't want to look at him anymore. I didn't want him to see me or come anywhere near me.

That was also the moment I felt something come over my head. I looked up to see Leesa grinning mischievously at me as she slid the bride to be sash back over my head. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I hissed at her.

"Just keep in mind, Abby had nothing to do with this. This one was all me, girl!" Leesa replied with a wink.

An extended hand was suddenly in my face. I knew who it was without even having to look up and refused to. This could not be happening to me! I closed my eyes and silently willed Shawn to go away.

"Come on, Olivia." his deep voice demanded. "What's a bride to be if she hasn't been wooed by Shawn the Chef?"

I finally was brave enough to meet his gaze. His eyebrows were wiggling at me and he was grinning like a little kid. It was then that I noticed that the sea of women in the audience were chanting my name. I looked around at them clapping in time with the music as they said it. Was I really about to do this? I downed my drink, making the women go wilder. Apparently, I was doing this.

I slid my hand into Shawn's, and he led me to the stage. I was grinning like an idiot and almost tripped over my feet more than once, causing me to giggle. My head was swimming with the effects of the alcohol I had consumed up to this point in the evening. But it was a happy feeling.

A chair was already set up on the stage and Shawn escorted me to it. I sat down, grateful to be off my feet again. He spoke to the crowd, hyping them up for what he was about to do to me. I thought I was ready, but now I wasn't sure.

Suddenly, there were about ten guys on stage, and they were all facing me with perfect smiles. I took a moment to appreciate each one of their handsome faces and muscular chests before the music was turned up again and all ten men began to move in a synchronized dance especially for me. I wanted to be mortified, but surprisingly, I wasn't.

When their little show was over, they all stood behind me posing while Leesa and Abby, as well as half the crowd took pictures. Each one of them kissed my hand before exiting the stage. I was left with Shawn once again and he walked me back to my seat in the audience.

"I thought you'd be embarrassed beyond words! But that...that was...you were all into it!" Abby accused with a laugh.

"Shameless hussy." Leesa added, laughing too.

"You two are just jealous it wasn't you." I said with a grin. "Can we please leave now? I can't drink another thing and I desperately want to lay down somewhere."

We each gathered our purses and made our way to the door. "Are we going to your place to sleep this off, Liv?" Abby asked.

"Uh uh! We have a hotel room waiting for us. Two queen beds. Plenty of room for your skinny ass, Red."

Abby smiled at Leesa. "You're a fun girl. Now that it's the end of the night, tell me something Leesa. Are you mad at me for inserting myself into your bachelorette party?"

"That's a huge NO! Liv should have invited you from the beginning. This was the best bachelorette party ever! I can't wait for Liv to show Fitz that penis cup." Leesa burst into uncontrollable laughter, followed by Abby.

I didn't care about the cup right now. I had other pressing things on my mind. "I don't know why, but I could really go for some chili cheese fries right about now?"