Hey babes! Sorry I didn't upload this over the weekend, it was a pretty busy weekend for us here at home. But it's Monday, and I'm awake, so I'm uploading.

A few review replies:

Guest: Aww. Thank you so much. Same, Skyeward has been rooted deep into my heart. And it's never leaving. :) You are too sweet, thank you.

Fini: It's okay. :) Yeah, I'm glad too. I haven't seen it yet, and I don't know when I'm going to see it. I know I've seen the original movies, but not in a long time. And I'm not crazy obsessed with it like some people are. But I'll probably end up seeing it at some point.

Enjoy!


*July 17, 2015*

"Tonight's the night," Skye smiles into her phone as she lies on the bed. "Tonight's the best bachelorette party in history."
"Yes it is," Jemma replies. "I don't know if it'll be the best in history, but we'll see."

"So, any hint as to where we'll be going?" Skye asks.

"Sorry," Jemma tells her. "I'm not saying a thing. It's for me, Bobbi, and Natasha to know, and you to find out once the time comes."

"Aw, come on, Jem. This is exactly what you did to me for my birthday."

"True, but you did have fun that night, didn't you?"

"Yes, I had a lot of fun. But I'd still like to know what we're going to be doing for my bachelorette party. Key word here being my."

"All I will tell you is that we are going to have a lot of fun."

"We better," Skye tells her. "Otherwise I am demoting you from Maid of Honor."

"You wouldn't do that," Jemma states. "I'm your longest and best friend and probably the only one, besides your parents and Grant, who can actually put up with you and all your shenanigans."

"You see, that hurts me," Skye says.

"Sure it does," Jemma says back.

Skye lets out a small laugh. "So, do you know what the boys are doing tonight for the bachelor party?"

"I do not. Leo wouldn't tell me anything. But I think he told Lance and Clint what he was planning."

"Well that's dumb that he didn't tell you."

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

"Eh, don't worry about me."

"I will always worry about you, Skye; whether you want me to or not. Now, I should probably get going so I can make sure everything is ready for tonight."

"Alright, I'll see you later tonight, then. Love you, Jem."

"Love you, too."

Hanging up the call, Skye drops her phone onto her bed and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Skye?"

Opening her eyes, she looks over to see Sara standing in the doorway to the bedroom.

"Hey kiddo," she smiles at her. "Come up here and join me," she pats the empty space next to her on the bed.

Sara smiles, moving towards the bed and climbing up onto it. She lies down next to Skye, immediately curling into her side and draping an arm across her torso. Skye wraps an arm around Sara and holds her close.

"Is tonight your bachelorette party?" Sara asks after a minute.

Skye nods her head, "Mm-hmm. I was just on the phone with Jemma talking about how excited I am for it."

"Can I come?"

Skye gives her an apologetic smile, "Sorry, sweetie. The bachelorette party is just for grownups."

"Oh."

"But I'll tell you what. Sometime soon, before the wedding, you and I can go out and spend a whole day together. How does that sound?"

Sara tilts her head back and smiles at Skye, "It sounds like fun."

Skye smiles back, "Well I sure hope so. Do you have any place in particular you might want to go to?"

Sara shrugs, "Not really."

"Hmm, okay. Well have you ever been to a spa before?"

Sara shakes her head, "No."

"Oh, you haven't lived until you've been to a spa. Especially the one I always go to; the people there are amazing. I think a spa day would be pretty fun for us."

"Maybe we can get some lunch too," Sara suggests.

Skye smiles at her, "I think that sounds like a great idea."

"Me too," Sara smiles.

"There you two are," Grant smiles as he enters the room. "I was wondering where you both were."

"We've been here," Skye smiles at him.

"We're gonna have a girls night," Sara tells her dad.

"A girls' night?" Grant asks, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed. "Oh really."

Sara sits up and nods her head, "Mm-hmm. We're gonna go out to lunch and go to the spa."

"And maybe we'll do some shopping too," Skye adds, sitting up on the bed as well. "We'll just have to see where the day will take us."

"And when exactly is this girls' day of yours going to be?" Grant asks.

"Sometime before the wedding," Skye answers. "We are going to have so much fun," she smiles down at Sara.

"Well I'm sure you will," Grant smiles. "Now, tonight is your Bachelorette party, right?"

Skye nods, "Yep. And your Bachelor party is tonight also?"

He nods, "Yeah. So Sara," he looks down at his daughter, "you are going to be spending the night with Phil and Melinda until one of us comes to get you in the morning."

Sara smiles, "Cool. Do you think Buddy can come too? I don't want him to be alone here all night."

"I'm sure they won't mind," Skye says. "But I'll text my mom just to be on the safe side."

"Alright," Grant says. "What shall we do for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Can we play Monopoly?" Sara asks.

"We most certainly can," Grant nods. "Why don't you go grab the game and set it up in the kitchen?"

"Okay." Sara climbs off of the bed and then makes her way out of the bedroom.

Grant looks back at Skye, "Are you ready for some Monopoly?"

She smiles, "I'm ready to marry you. Does that count?"

He smiles back, "It most certainly does. Not much longer now. Then we officially become a family."

"Can't wait."


"Alright, alright," the DJ at Providence, Vinny, says from his place atop the stage in his DJ stand off to the side. "We have someone very special down in the crowd tonight. She was in here way back in January for her birthday and now she's back for her bachelorette party. She is the beautiful and amazingly talented Skye!"

Everyone in the club cheers as Skye smiles and waves from her booth off to the side of the club.

"We're all really happy for you, Skye," Vinny continues. "Of course, I could have made you much happier, I'm sure."

Skye rolls her eyes and shouts out, "I highly doubt that."

"You always hate on me," he says back. "And I don't even know why you do it. But you know what, I'm going to let that one slide because you're getting married and you're my friend. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, Skye, as well as the rest of your life of not being tied down," he smiles and then makes the music louder again, making everyone cheer and start dancing.

"Sometimes I still can't believe we were friends with him in high school," Skye says to Jemma with a small laugh as she takes a sip from her beer.

"Um, I believe you are the one who was his friend. He and I never really considered each other as friends, more like acquaintances."

"Oh, I could have sworn you guys were actually friends."

Jemma shakes her head, "Nope."

"Well, that doesn't really matter," Skye tells her. "What does matter, is that we all have a really good time tonight."

Jemma nods her head, "Absolutely." She picks up her glass and holds it in the air, "To Skye, one of the craziest, weirdest, most wonderful humans I know. Bless Grant that he can put up with her for the rest of their lives together."

Skye laughs, "Here here."

The woman all clink their glasses together and then take a drink.

Skye swallows, "Alright. I'm going to go out to the floor and dance, who wants to come with me?"

"I'll pass," Bobbi says, rubbing one hand over her protruding stomach. "This one doesn't let me stay on my feet for very long anymore. But you go and have fun."

"Tasha?" Skye looks at her friend.

Natasha shakes her head, "You know I'm not much of a dancer. I'll just stay here and keep Bobbi company."

"Fine, weirdos. Jemma?" she turns to look at her best friend. "Please come and dance with me. If you don't, you'll no longer be my best friend."

Jemma furrows her brows, "Didn't you say pretty much that same exact thing to me when we were in the second grade and you wanted me to do the talent show with you?"

Skye nods her head, "But it worked, didn't it?"

Jemma sighs, "Fine. Let's go dance."

Skye beams, "Yay! Come on!" She reaches out and grabs Jemma's hand, pulling her up out of her chair and onto the dance floor.

Natasha smiles as she watches Skye make her way onto the floor, "You know, I've known Skye almost her entire life. I'm really happy that she's getting married, she's always wanted this."

"Well, I haven't known her as long as you and Jemma, obviously. I only met her after Lance and I got married, when Lance was meeting with Skye for the first time about doing a song together. But ever since then, I could tell that she wanted a family and all that goes with it."

Natasha nods her head, "Yep. And now she's finally getting it. And Grant is definitely the right guy for her, I'll tell you that right now."

Bobbi nods her head, "Yes he is."


"Alright, Fitz," Grant says to his friend from the passenger seat of Fitz's car as they drive down the road. "What is the plan for tonight?"

"Well that's for me to know, and you to find out, now isn't it?" Fitz smiles.

"This party better be a good one, Fitz," Clint speaks up from the backseat.

"Oh man, you two should have been there for my bachelor party. My buddy Nate from school threw it, and it was ridiculous," he laughs. "Now that was a party."

"I didn't have a bachelor party," Clint adds. "And I don't think Tasha had a bachelorette party."

"You see, now that's just sad," Lance frowns.

Clint shrugs, "We both like parties, just not so much when we're the center of attention. Which is why we didn't really have a huge wedding either. But I know Skye loves parties and being the center of attention, so I'm a little curious as to why the wedding isn't going to be a huge thing."

"Well it is," Grant replies, "to the people who matter to us. We both agreed that we don't want to have a super crazy wedding. I'm not really into that kind of stuff, and she doesn't want it to be too hectic with all the planning."

"Well then you are a very lucky man, Grant Ward," Lance tells him. "Bobbi may not seem like it, but she wanted all the bells and whistles for our wedding. Nearly drove me crazy, I'm telling ya."

Grant chuckles, "Somehow, that isn't too hard to imagine."

"Fitz," Lance continues, "what kind of a bride do you reckon Jemma'll be?"

Fitz tenses for a split second, "Oh, um, I—I don't—I've never really, we haven't..."

"Relax, Fitz," Grant says to his friend, clapping him on the shoulder. "Lance is just teasing, I'm sure."

"Right, yeah, course I am," Lance nods his head.

"See," Grant says to Fitz, "nothing to get worked up over."

"Yeah, sorry," Fitz says back.

"No need to be sorry," Grant tells him, removing his hand. "Just as long as you planned a good bachelor party."

"I think it'll be somewhat enjoyable," Fitz tells them.

"Well that's good enough for me," Lance smiles. "Let's have ourselves a bachelor party."


"Tonight is the greatest night ever!" Skye shouts over the loud music playing as she dances in the middle of the dance floor.

Everyone around her cheers, raising their drinks high up into the air.

The music slowly fades out and Vinny's voice comes over the speaker system, "Okay, everybody. How are you all doing tonight?"

The large crowd cheers again.

Vinny smiles, "That's what I like to hear. Now, I know that tonight is all about her, and she probably just wants to party. But if she's willing to, I think we'd all really enjoy it if Skye came up and sang a little something for us."

Everyone cheers and starts chanting Skye's name.

"Come on, Skye," Jemma says to her friend. "You know you can't pass up an opportunity to get up on stage and sing."

Skye smiles, "You're right. Okay, I'll do it," she nods her head once.

Jemma smiles, "Great, now get on up there." She gently nudges Skye towards the stage.

"But you have to hold my beer for me," Skye thrusts the bottle into Jemma's hands before turning towards the stage and making her way to it.

"Here she is, ladies and gentlemen!" Vinny exclaims as Skye gets up onto the stage. "Alright, Skye, what are you going to be singing for us tonight?"

"I'm glad you asked, Vinny," Skye says into the microphone sitting center stage. "I'm assuming you have all of my songs loaded into your system?"

Vinny nods his head and smiles, "Yes I do. Karaoke versions as well, just for the hell of it."

Skye smiles, "Good. Then please put on a little number I'm sure you all know. It's one of my biggest hits, and it's called Shake It Off."

The crowd below goes crazy, cheering loud.

"You got it," Vinny smiles, hitting a few buttons on his system.

"Real quick," Skye says, "I want to preface this performance by saying I am very tipsy right now. But here we go."

The best to the music starts and then Skye begins to sing, the crowd singing right along with her.

Once she finished singing, she gives Vinny a quick hug and then makes her way off of the stage and over to the booth where her friends are.

"Nicely done, Skye," Natasha smiles at her.

Skye sits down on the seat, "Thanks. Even half-drunk I'm still awesome on stage."

"Yes you are," Jemma agrees. "But let's hope that doesn't happen too often."

"Oh it won't," Skye tells her. "This is basically a onetime thing because it's my bachelorette party and I can do whatever I want to do."

"And what about Grant's bachelor party?" Bobbi asks. "Is he allowed to do whatever he wants?"

Skye nods her head, "Absolutely. Within reason, of course."


"This is a really nice bar, Fitz," Clint comments as the four guys sit in one of the booths. "Where did you find this place?"

"One of my line cooks used to work here," Fitz replies. "But he wanted to get more out of his culinary degree, so he came and worked for me. He recommended this place for a bachelor party."

"Well tell him thank you," Grant smiles. "This is a great place. It's not too crazy, just perfect for my bachelor party."

"I know you, Grant," Fitz tells him. "I've been your best friend for nine years. I know what kinds of things you like and don't like. All of that allowed me to create the perfect bachelor party for you. Just a night out at a bar with your groomsmen."

Grant claps him on the shoulder, "Which is why you are my Best Man. Now, why don't we all—"

"Is there a groom in here somewhere?"

Looking up, the four men see a tall blonde woman with long slender legs entering the bar, drawing every man's gaze to her. She's wearing a pair of denim booty shorts, a tight fitting shirt that accentuates her breasts, and a pair of black high heels; her hair is slightly waved and hanging down.

Grant whips his head towards Fitz, "Please tell me you didn't."

Fitz's eyes go wide and he shakes his head vigorously, "I didn't, I swear. I don't even know where to find strippers."

"I'm sorry, this part is all on me."

Grant and Fitz both turn their heads towards Lance. "You did this?" Grant asks. "Why?"

"Well, Fitz was telling me about the party and I thought it sounded kind of boring, so I decided to spice it up a bit. And don't worry, I called the bar and made sure they wouldn't mind this beautiful woman being here," he smiles up at the blonde woman now standing in front of their booth. "Hello, sweetheart."

"Hey," she smiles flirtatiously down at the men. "One of you here is the groom?"

Lance nods his head, "That would be this handsome fella right here," he claps his hand on Grant's shoulder. "I think he's a little shy, though, so you want to start slow, let him warm up to ya," he smiles.

The woman smiles, "You got it." She turns her attention to Grant, reaching out and grabbing his hand that is resting on the table. Fitz hesitates for a moment and then moves out of the booth, allowing the woman to pull Grant up and out of the booth.

"C'mon, hot stuff," the woman smiles at Grant, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "You need to loosen up a bit," she grabs his hand again and then starts pulling him towards the front of the bar.

"I am going to kill you," Grant whisper yells at Lance as he unwillingly follows behind the blonde. She shoves him down into a chair placed in the center of the area and then straddles his lap.

Lance sits back in his seat, a content smile on his face, "He'll thank me later."


So? What did you think? Let me know in a review below.

First, before any of your point it out, pregnant women ARE allowed in clubs and bars, I googled it before I wrote it.

Second, Lance totally seems like the kind who would hire strippers for a bachelor party, let's be real here. And I know it's kind of cliche, but I couldn't resist. :)

Third, I'll be doing my Christmas Q&A video sometime this week, so if there's any other questions anyone would like to have answered, now's your chance. :)

Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!