A/N: THE STORY WILL PICK UP SPEED A GREAT DEAL AFTER THE WEDDING, WHICH IS NEXT BY THE WAY. THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO READ AND REVIEW AND FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS OR SUGGESTIONS. THIS CHAPTER IS MEANT TO BRIDGE THE TIME BETWEEN THE BACHELOR PARTY AND THE WEDDING; THOSE BOYS ARE IN BIG TROUBLE! I DO NOT OWN CJ, ELVIS OR LV. ENJOY!
CHAPTER 6: I FORGOT TO REMEMBER TO FORGET
The next day was Monday, the day before the wedding. The Montecito and WHIT had scheduled a relaxed day, for the winning couple and their twelve guests, but the ladies had another idea. The guys needed to be taught a few lessons , and the girls were more than ready to be their teachers. So they had all agreed, somewhere around two o'clock that morning, on their way back from local police station, that the men should start their day, bright and early.
"What the.…..?", Woody groaned as the banging on their door got louder. "Who would be at our door now? It's not even five-thirty.", he added shaking Jordan's shoulder. "It's probably Millie.", she answered half asleep. "Millie? Jordan, she's nine months old, what would she be doing standing outside of our room, knocking on the door?", he asked, thinking about the words that just came from his mouth and wondering if he was dreaming. "She stayed over in Cal and Colleen's room last night, they're probably bringing her back.", chuckled lightly. "Would you be a sweetheart and get her, I'd like to sleep in today.", Jordan added with a fake yawn. "Yeah I got her.", he sleepily replied, pulling himself from bed and into his chair. "There's some bottles already made in the fridge.", she called out to her husband then snuggled back into her pillow.
"Hey.", Woody greeted his brother as he opened the door. "You look like shit.", Calvin replied, leaning against the doorframe, trying to hold onto the two squirming babies in his arms. "Well you look like shit on a hot day.", Woody retorted, rubbing his temples. "I feel like it too. I just spent the last hour or so puking my guts out. And it wasn't the sound of me heaving or the flushing toilet, but the sound of me getting back into my nice warm bed that woke my son up. He woke up Millie and so here we are.", Cal explained, leaning to his left to hand over the baby. "Uh Cal, wrong baby.", Woody smiled, then nodded to the baby on the right. "Right. Here Sweetie go to Daddy.", Cal said to Millie as he kissed the top of her head and handed her over. "So I'll see you at eight.", Cal said, as he turned to leave. "What?", Woody asked his retreating brother. "Colleen said Nigel had something planned for us this morning. Remember?", Cal replied with a shrug. "No, not really.", Woody whispered, as he closed the door
"Bloody hell.", Nigel mumbled as Dolly pulled open the shades. "Rise and shine, Honey.", Dolly said in sweet but sarcastic voice. "W-what…time is it?", he asked, shielding his eyes from the bright light. "Oh it's after seven, you'd better get moving, you don't want to miss your workout. "Workout, what workout? Dolly?", he asked in astonishment. "Don't you remember, Nige? You and the guys had a private gym session planned. Now hurry, you guys only have the gym for two hours, then you need to get back here to shower and change; we're having our family brunch at eleven, then off to tour the beautiful city of Las Vegas. Our rehearsal is tonight followed by dinner and an exclusive show. Well, I'm off to the salon with the girls.", she chirped, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, then disappearing into the bathroom. "Workout? I don't work out.", Nigel said to the empty room as he staggered to his feet.
The girls were enjoying a relaxing morning being primped and pampered for tomorrows big event, the guys, on the other hand, were sweating it out in the gym. "Does anyone remember what the hell happened yesterday?", Bug asked from the rowing machine."Yeah, I vaguely remember Lily telling me I owe her two hundred and fifty bucks, but this morning she wasn't mad, she was nice to me.", Sidney said from the free weights. "She said the same thing to me last night, about the money.", Bug stated, thoroughly confused. "All I know is that I was sicker than a dog this morning.", Cal said laying on a weight bench, staring up at the ceiling. Bug nodded in agreement."I was sick too.", Max said, panting from the treadmill. "So was I. Maybe we ate something bad.", Charlie offered.
"I don't think so. We all ate the same things last night and I was fine. Just woke up with a killer headache.", Woody said, resting his head on his hand. "Me too." "So did I." "Oh yeah.", seemed to be the consensus from around the room. "Then it had to be how much we drank.", Garret pointed out. "That's fine for the rest of you, but I have a limit of only two drinks; alcohol and my meds don't mix.", Woody replied, shaking his head. "I can remember being in Nigel's room. Max, Garret and I were watching a football game and drinking the beer his dad sent over. But everything after that is a blur. I don't even know how I got back to my room.", Charlie explained.
"Nigel, exactly what is in that beer?", Garret asked authoritatively. "Well Dr.M, you see, I'm not exactly sure. Like I said before, it's a...well...a secret...family recipe.", Nigel shrugged shyly."Well that still doesn't help us figure out what happened between last night and this morning.", Bug reminded everyone. "Right. I remember answering the door to find my lovely hostess, Samantha Marquez standing before me. Or was I dreaming that?", Nigel wondered out loud. "No that did happen. I remember that and an awsome limousine outside of the hotel.", Cal added. "I remember smoke, a lot of smoke. We were smoking cigars.", Max said to Charlie and Garret.
"I remember loud music and legs, lots of beautiful legs.", Sidney smirked. "A gentlemen's club, that's where we were.", Nigel remembered. "Are you sure Nige, because I don't remember that. Just a lot of cops. But that might have been a dream.", Cal said, sitting up from his place on the bench. "Yes, there were definitly police...and two Abraham Lincolns.", Woody added, scratching his head. "Sweet Nancy, we were arrested.", Nigel gasped. "Naw." "No way." "How could we forget something like that?", the group objected.
"No, remember Mates; in front of the Pink Pony. It was after midnight, we were waiting for the limo. We started..um...singing. The police came, Dr.M threw the officers a few choice words, then Woody pulled out his badge and tried to talk our way out of it. The officers were getting annoyed because we refused to leave, so they arrrested us.", Nigel explained with renewed clarity. They all hung their heads in shame as the memories came flooding back. Just then Danny and Mike walked in, dressed in their sweats, ready to join in the workout. "Hey guys, how was your night out on the town?", Mike asked with a chuckle. The only answer was a collective groan heard throughout the gym.
