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ADAM'S P.O.V
It was the day before the wedding. 6 months on from when Guy first proposed to Connie. It had been a long, trying time, none stop wedding talk had driven most of us up the wall, Julie especially, many a time I had to help her out. Not only was she being annoyed by friends about news on the 'happy couple' she'd had her own problems to sort out.
Her Brother had been a frequent tormentor, calling her nearly everyday to check on her. Eventually she took 2 weeks off from college to go home and sort things out with her family. Returning only to say things were now sorted and she wouldn't be seeing them again. Although myself and Connie had managed to get more out of her, the other ducks still remained in the dark. She had apparently argued none stop with her Mom and Brother. They both shared the same views that she was living in a dream world and some time soon she'd come crashing back to Earth. Julie being the defiant, stubborn person she is, had disagreed and argued that she was able to stand on her own 2 feet. Soon after her return, her Dad had arrived understanding how she felt and offered her money in secret, but she had turned him down. Still staying in close contact though with him, she now struggled along holding onto a evening job at a local hotel and attending college.
"Julie are you packed"? Connie shouted from their bedroom to the living room where Julie was sat with me and the others.
"You packed it for me nearly 3 weeks ago". Julie laughed, in a bit more of a cheerful mood than her recent moods.
"Are you sure you have everything"? Came another reply.
"Yes, I checked through it last night while you were out". Julie answered.
Julie and Connie were going to stay at Connie's Dad's until tomorrow and then we were all staying at the hotel overnight to save us travelling back here after the wedding was over.
After another half an hour of Connie checking through Julie's overnight bag, her own overnight bag and suitcase and Guy's suitcase, Connie declared herself ready to leave. Saying goodbye took another hour, half an hour for all us and half an hour for Guy. Julie growing very impatient throughout, though knowing she could get her own back tonight at the Hen party.
"Bye guy's". Julie yelled to us all pushing Connie further out the door. "Don't trash the place".
After we were sure the girls had departed Portman looked at everyone bar Guy evilly. Even though it was supposed to be me that organized the stag night, we had all had something do with it.
"Let's get all this crap moved". He shouted.
"But where are we going to put it all"? Ken asked logically. No-one had thought about where to put all the furniture.
"Julie and Connie's room". Fulton shouted as he and Portman lifted the sofa with Guy sat on it and took it into the girls room.
"We just have to make sure we move it before Julie comes back here". I said joining in.
By the time we had moved everything, it had turned 7pm. The party started at 8, we all dived for the showers. Luckily there were 10 showers and we had already sent Guy off half an hour ago to get ready. I was ready first, even before Guy, I suppose it was because I never dwelled on what I was going to wear either that or it was because I had decided earlier what I was wearing.
"My God, you lot are like women". I shouted. I knew that comment would speed them up. Guy was worse, he'd had a half an hour head start and he was still the last. Just in time for the first guests to arrive. The party was soon underway and luckily we had bought plenty of beer, in fact $300 worth. Before any of us knew it, Guy was well on his way to being stoned. Being the best man I had tried to fool him by filling a bottle with coffee but he downed that and then took another real bottle of beer. Oh well, it was going to be one of those night's where Guy wouldn't remember much of it.
JULIE'S P.O.V
For Connie's hen night, we had both decided to go out around town and check out some of the clubs and bars. We weren't a big group but we weren't small either. There was me and Connie, about 5 girls from college that Connie got on best with and a few more long time friends from Connie's neighborhood. After setting off about an hour later than we should have, and nearly causing Connie's Dad to have a heart attack by all the flesh most of the girls were showing we set off down the street which was only abut a 2 minute walk away from the main part of town.
"I hope they don't get Guy too drunk". Connie said her thoughts out loud.
"Guy won't let them go too far, Con". I replied not really telling the whole truth.
"We're talking about Portman and Fulton here Jules". Connie replied obviously worried about there antics.
"He's a grown man Connie, he'll be fine, now stop worrying about them and just enjoy yourself". One of the other girls said and we all agreed.
"Maybe I should just go and check". Connie stopped in her tracks.
"You can't it's bad luck. Anyway even if Guy does get drunk, he'll be fine, he's with Adam". I told her.
"Hey Adam's not as quiet as you think". Connie argued.
"Look, I'll go. I'll meet you at Europa". I stopped then flagged down a taxi.
"Are you sure"? Connie asked, obviously guilty that I was having to go.
"Yes, just keep your phone on and I'll call you when I'm outside the club". I said jumping into the taxi that had pulled up at the curbside and shutting the door as I told the driver where to go.
In away I was rather pleased I had offered to go and check on the guy's. I don't think I could have put up with Connie contemplating about what Guy was up to all night. I still wasn't feeling one hundred percent happy about this whole wedding thing. I knew why though now. When they returned from honeymoon, they would only be staying with us as long as it took for them to find a place of their own, then my best friend was leaving me with a bunch of guy's. I had been angry at Guy for a while, he was taking Connie away from me, but the more I thought about it, the happier I felt for them and had come to the conclusion that they'd either be around out our dorm or we'd be around at their apartment.
I was soon outside our dorm room, I could hear the music blasting from the room from 2 floors away. I walked straight in and was suddenly surrounded by God knows how many male eyes. I even heard one of them shout that the striper was here.
"STRIPER, WHAT STRIPER". I heard the ducks shout.
"You wanna just get off me". I screamed as I pushed one the guy's who had decided it was ok to grope me. At that I saw 10 pairs of hands pull all the male bodies away from me.
"Julie, what the hell are you doing here". Adam asked having a panic attack at my being there.
"Well, the bride to be couldn't settle until she knew that you guy's weren't going to get Guy too drunk, but I see I wasted my time". I looked at Guy who was now dancing with the ironing board and laughed.
"Hey Adam, nice choice, now let's see her at work". One of the guy's shouted.
"She's not a striper you idiot, she's on our team". I heard Portman bite back.
"Hey doll face, if I were you I'd quit hockey and get a job in a strip joint, you could earn plenty". The guy who had groped my butt looked me up and down then fluttered a dollar in my face. I then recognized him as Paul Helliwell from one of my classes.
I jumped forward to punch him but was caught mid air by Charlie, then was pulled backwards by Averman and Ken.
"Paul watch yourself, otherwise you'll find 10 of us about to do what she just tried to". Fulton told him.
"Oh feisty". Paul spoke harshly. This time no-one was quick enough and sure enough I got a quick punch in there and then some. In fact he fell to the ground and I landed on top of him still punching. "You bitch. You've not heard the last of this". He sulked away after the guy's pulled me off him.
"Get a life pervert". I shouted after him, now being held back by Portman. "DEAN let me go". I hollered at him.
"Only if you promise not to punch anyone else". He laid the grounds down.
"Fine". I pulled myself free.
"You okay". Charlie took my hand and looked at my fist.
"Yes I'm fine". I snatched away my throbbing hand.
"Ohh, the cat got her claws out". Averman battered in his usual tone.
"You got quite a swing there Cat lady". Russ laughed.
"Look, I better go. Just make sure he doesn't get too plastered". I nodded towards Guy.
"We will. Come on, get out of hear before he comes back for some more". Adam pulled me in the direction of the door.
"Let him, I've got 2 fists". I replied looking toward Paul who was looking my way angrily, obviously telling one of the other guy's about me. I let Adam pull me out followed by the others.
When I got in the taxi, I looked down at my left hand. It was swollen slightly and rather painful. Bruising had already begun it's cycle and it looked rather ugly. I don't know why I had lied to Charlie about it, why I couldn't simply admit, yes it hurt was beyond me and why I had flown at Paul that way was weird too, I never really acted on impulse before, but then again, I hadn't been mistaken for a striper before and been groped. I shuddered at the thought. It hadn't occurred to me that I put myself in a bit of a dangerous situation entering a room full of males, in my outfit which consisted of a black skirt, knee high boots and a fancy vest top. But I certainly didn't look like a striper.
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ADAM'S P.O.V
It was the day before the wedding. 6 months on from when Guy first proposed to Connie. It had been a long, trying time, none stop wedding talk had driven most of us up the wall, Julie especially, many a time I had to help her out. Not only was she being annoyed by friends about news on the 'happy couple' she'd had her own problems to sort out.
Her Brother had been a frequent tormentor, calling her nearly everyday to check on her. Eventually she took 2 weeks off from college to go home and sort things out with her family. Returning only to say things were now sorted and she wouldn't be seeing them again. Although myself and Connie had managed to get more out of her, the other ducks still remained in the dark. She had apparently argued none stop with her Mom and Brother. They both shared the same views that she was living in a dream world and some time soon she'd come crashing back to Earth. Julie being the defiant, stubborn person she is, had disagreed and argued that she was able to stand on her own 2 feet. Soon after her return, her Dad had arrived understanding how she felt and offered her money in secret, but she had turned him down. Still staying in close contact though with him, she now struggled along holding onto a evening job at a local hotel and attending college.
"Julie are you packed"? Connie shouted from their bedroom to the living room where Julie was sat with me and the others.
"You packed it for me nearly 3 weeks ago". Julie laughed, in a bit more of a cheerful mood than her recent moods.
"Are you sure you have everything"? Came another reply.
"Yes, I checked through it last night while you were out". Julie answered.
Julie and Connie were going to stay at Connie's Dad's until tomorrow and then we were all staying at the hotel overnight to save us travelling back here after the wedding was over.
After another half an hour of Connie checking through Julie's overnight bag, her own overnight bag and suitcase and Guy's suitcase, Connie declared herself ready to leave. Saying goodbye took another hour, half an hour for all us and half an hour for Guy. Julie growing very impatient throughout, though knowing she could get her own back tonight at the Hen party.
"Bye guy's". Julie yelled to us all pushing Connie further out the door. "Don't trash the place".
After we were sure the girls had departed Portman looked at everyone bar Guy evilly. Even though it was supposed to be me that organized the stag night, we had all had something do with it.
"Let's get all this crap moved". He shouted.
"But where are we going to put it all"? Ken asked logically. No-one had thought about where to put all the furniture.
"Julie and Connie's room". Fulton shouted as he and Portman lifted the sofa with Guy sat on it and took it into the girls room.
"We just have to make sure we move it before Julie comes back here". I said joining in.
By the time we had moved everything, it had turned 7pm. The party started at 8, we all dived for the showers. Luckily there were 10 showers and we had already sent Guy off half an hour ago to get ready. I was ready first, even before Guy, I suppose it was because I never dwelled on what I was going to wear either that or it was because I had decided earlier what I was wearing.
"My God, you lot are like women". I shouted. I knew that comment would speed them up. Guy was worse, he'd had a half an hour head start and he was still the last. Just in time for the first guests to arrive. The party was soon underway and luckily we had bought plenty of beer, in fact $300 worth. Before any of us knew it, Guy was well on his way to being stoned. Being the best man I had tried to fool him by filling a bottle with coffee but he downed that and then took another real bottle of beer. Oh well, it was going to be one of those night's where Guy wouldn't remember much of it.
JULIE'S P.O.V
For Connie's hen night, we had both decided to go out around town and check out some of the clubs and bars. We weren't a big group but we weren't small either. There was me and Connie, about 5 girls from college that Connie got on best with and a few more long time friends from Connie's neighborhood. After setting off about an hour later than we should have, and nearly causing Connie's Dad to have a heart attack by all the flesh most of the girls were showing we set off down the street which was only abut a 2 minute walk away from the main part of town.
"I hope they don't get Guy too drunk". Connie said her thoughts out loud.
"Guy won't let them go too far, Con". I replied not really telling the whole truth.
"We're talking about Portman and Fulton here Jules". Connie replied obviously worried about there antics.
"He's a grown man Connie, he'll be fine, now stop worrying about them and just enjoy yourself". One of the other girls said and we all agreed.
"Maybe I should just go and check". Connie stopped in her tracks.
"You can't it's bad luck. Anyway even if Guy does get drunk, he'll be fine, he's with Adam". I told her.
"Hey Adam's not as quiet as you think". Connie argued.
"Look, I'll go. I'll meet you at Europa". I stopped then flagged down a taxi.
"Are you sure"? Connie asked, obviously guilty that I was having to go.
"Yes, just keep your phone on and I'll call you when I'm outside the club". I said jumping into the taxi that had pulled up at the curbside and shutting the door as I told the driver where to go.
In away I was rather pleased I had offered to go and check on the guy's. I don't think I could have put up with Connie contemplating about what Guy was up to all night. I still wasn't feeling one hundred percent happy about this whole wedding thing. I knew why though now. When they returned from honeymoon, they would only be staying with us as long as it took for them to find a place of their own, then my best friend was leaving me with a bunch of guy's. I had been angry at Guy for a while, he was taking Connie away from me, but the more I thought about it, the happier I felt for them and had come to the conclusion that they'd either be around out our dorm or we'd be around at their apartment.
I was soon outside our dorm room, I could hear the music blasting from the room from 2 floors away. I walked straight in and was suddenly surrounded by God knows how many male eyes. I even heard one of them shout that the striper was here.
"STRIPER, WHAT STRIPER". I heard the ducks shout.
"You wanna just get off me". I screamed as I pushed one the guy's who had decided it was ok to grope me. At that I saw 10 pairs of hands pull all the male bodies away from me.
"Julie, what the hell are you doing here". Adam asked having a panic attack at my being there.
"Well, the bride to be couldn't settle until she knew that you guy's weren't going to get Guy too drunk, but I see I wasted my time". I looked at Guy who was now dancing with the ironing board and laughed.
"Hey Adam, nice choice, now let's see her at work". One of the guy's shouted.
"She's not a striper you idiot, she's on our team". I heard Portman bite back.
"Hey doll face, if I were you I'd quit hockey and get a job in a strip joint, you could earn plenty". The guy who had groped my butt looked me up and down then fluttered a dollar in my face. I then recognized him as Paul Helliwell from one of my classes.
I jumped forward to punch him but was caught mid air by Charlie, then was pulled backwards by Averman and Ken.
"Paul watch yourself, otherwise you'll find 10 of us about to do what she just tried to". Fulton told him.
"Oh feisty". Paul spoke harshly. This time no-one was quick enough and sure enough I got a quick punch in there and then some. In fact he fell to the ground and I landed on top of him still punching. "You bitch. You've not heard the last of this". He sulked away after the guy's pulled me off him.
"Get a life pervert". I shouted after him, now being held back by Portman. "DEAN let me go". I hollered at him.
"Only if you promise not to punch anyone else". He laid the grounds down.
"Fine". I pulled myself free.
"You okay". Charlie took my hand and looked at my fist.
"Yes I'm fine". I snatched away my throbbing hand.
"Ohh, the cat got her claws out". Averman battered in his usual tone.
"You got quite a swing there Cat lady". Russ laughed.
"Look, I better go. Just make sure he doesn't get too plastered". I nodded towards Guy.
"We will. Come on, get out of hear before he comes back for some more". Adam pulled me in the direction of the door.
"Let him, I've got 2 fists". I replied looking toward Paul who was looking my way angrily, obviously telling one of the other guy's about me. I let Adam pull me out followed by the others.
When I got in the taxi, I looked down at my left hand. It was swollen slightly and rather painful. Bruising had already begun it's cycle and it looked rather ugly. I don't know why I had lied to Charlie about it, why I couldn't simply admit, yes it hurt was beyond me and why I had flown at Paul that way was weird too, I never really acted on impulse before, but then again, I hadn't been mistaken for a striper before and been groped. I shuddered at the thought. It hadn't occurred to me that I put myself in a bit of a dangerous situation entering a room full of males, in my outfit which consisted of a black skirt, knee high boots and a fancy vest top. But I certainly didn't look like a striper.
Well what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!