Albino daddy
Boring. That's the right word. Her bachelorette party was boring. Plain. Nowhere near Liz's legendary bachelorette party consisting of crutches to the face and umbrella cladded drinks. Her bachelorette party would go into the existence of being the most boring bachelorette party in the history of bachelorette parties.
She stirs the little champagne left in her empty glass. Her guests already tired and restlessly chatting in the paper lantern dressed backyard of Liz and Kid's mansion. The toilet papers caress her exposed legs and her veil covers her face from Liz's concerned eyes.
"I'm so sorry." Liz apologizes for the millionths time. "This wasn't planned. When the entertainment arrives, I swear to Death I'll fire them and kick their asses when they arrive."
Maka sighs heavily. "It's fine. I know it's not your fault." She was getting married. To Soul none the less. The love of her life. Their upcoming life would be as tame as ever. If there was a time in her life she wanted to live on the edge like her crazy friend Black*Star, it was on her bachelorette party.
Seems like a crazy night wasn't in her cards.
She fishes up the large bottle of champagne by her chair and pours herself another glass of champagne. Immediately she empties the glass in a matter of seconds, the dry liquid dehydrating her throat worse than the scorching Nevada sun.
"This isn't fine." Liz snatches the bottle from her and takes a large gulp of it. "This is your one last night of freedom of getting humped on by random guys in thongs. And they're freaking ruining everything."
"Whatever." Maka stands up and rips the toilet paper away from her waist. "Can we just… cancel everything?" She takes off her band saying bachelorette, dropping it on the ground as if it was a heavy weight of disappointment. That's exactly what it is.
"Are you crazy?" Liz wraps her arm around Maka, tugging her close to her. "You deserve an awesome night. The night can't end on a boring note. What would that fiancé of yours say when he finds out your party rolled while his ruled?"
She bites her lower lip. Soul would definitely feel bad. Black*Star had climbed up their apartment wall in a ninja suit and kidnapped Soul to go on his bachelor party. With Black*Star handling his party, it was for sure going to be the wildest night in Soul's life. And when he found out hers stunk worse than a skunk, he would feel bad. Terrible in fact because her night wasn't as great as his.
"I don't want to embarrass myself anymore." She removes Liz's arm from around her. "I appreciate the effort, I had fun while it lasted. Now a calm bath is in my future." And crying and ice-cream. Maka turns on her heels and walks with sorrow in her steps.
"Hey, hey! Come one." Liz hurries after her and grabs her wrist. "We can still save this lame ass party. Let's go to a stripper club. I'll pay for that cutie Sharknado to give you a private lap dance."
She sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. "Liz. I'm not—"
She cuts off herself when the sound of a loud bass arouses. The bass comes closer and it shakes the ground they stand on. Music blasts throughout the neighbourhood. The guests along with Liz and Maka quizzically look in the direction the tune comes from. The music grows and wheels shrieks loudly.
A grin grows on Liz's face. "Finally they arrive."
Maka's eyes flutter as she watches Liz snap her fingers. As if on cue, their friends immediately scatter on a secret mission. Jacqueline and Liz howl as they carry a wooden table out on and the others gather chairs― is Kim holding handcuffs?!
Loudly wheels skid on concrete and Maka whips back toward the sound. "Yahoo!" Her eyes widen at the familiar voice. Around the corner appears a golf cart with a trailer pulled behind it. Soul and Black*Star sit in the front seat with a bottle of vodka in each hand, laughing loudly as they skid to a stop in front of her.
"Soul?!" Maka screams over the booming speakers attached to the trailer. Her jaw hit the ground when he and Black*Star stumbled out of the golf cart. In assless chaps. With a dick drawn on his cheek. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Oh shoot!" Soul's drunken eyes lay on her as he supports himself against the golf cart, dropping his bottle of vodka on the ground. "Hey guys!" He waves toward the others. They too wear leather assless chaps. "It's Maka's bachelorette party we crashed!"
What in the world had they done? The golf cart was marked with … a stripper business on the outskirts of Death City, and the assless chaps, where did they get their hands on those?!
"Well, well," Liz snickers as she slowly near them. "Look at who hijacked my strippers' golf cart. I didn't expect you to be the ones behind the delay."
Maka whirls around to her friend, stares at her with surprise. "You wanted the strippers to arrive in a golf cart?!"
She shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah, I mean, having them arrive in a cop uniform is old. I wanted to spice it up a little bit."
"Hold on!" Kilik shouts as he holds onto the side of the trailer and stumbles on the spot. With nipple clamps dangling from his nipples as if they were this year's must have accessory. "Freeze!" How much did they even drink? "We could strip!" Kilik shrieks loudly as if he got the most amazing idea ever. "We're already prepared!"
"Yeah!" Soul lights up as if it really was a good idea. "Dibs on my waifu!"
"We're not even married yet!"
Click!
Her eyes snap down toward the cold metal handcuff on her wrist. She glares at Kim who tugs at her hand. "Now this bachelorette's getting interesting." Maka splutters as Kim drags her toward the chair. Soul stumbles after her with a ridiculous wide grin on his face as if he caught the cream. Kim pushes her down on a chair and horror sets in when the handcuffs click awfully loudly. She pulls at the cold metal and her mouth widens with shock.
She's stuck.
"Waifuuuuu~" Soul drunkenly whispers as he clumsily climbs up on the table. The music blasts through the speakers and a male sings in a foreign language to an upbeat rhythm. He trips on his own feet as he shakes his booty, his cheeks wiggling in his assless chaps. Maka stares with horror at her soon-to-be husband poor attempt at twerking, his but cheeks were like a target for her hungry eyes.
Her fiancé is a bundle of social anxiety. Always the one to occupy the dark corner at every single party and the one to avoid eye contact with strangers. The same skittish man is on the table with his ass hanging out and rubbing his nipples as if they were sore.
"Hey!" He exclaims, shaking his messy hair to the beat. "Where did you get that body from?" He claps his hands and swings them high and kicks his legs oddly. The move reminds her a lot of a dance move she'd caught Soul dancing once in the kitchen. He sings along with the female singer. "I got it from my daddy." He shouts out and runs his hand through his hair. "It's true! My daddy's albino as fuck! You'll see at the wedding waifu!"
Maka gasps loudly when his foot slips and he tumbles down from the table and hits the ground hard. "Soul!"
He twists on the ground, groaning as he heaves himself up on his arms. "'m fine." Slowly he moves his half-lidded eyes toward her, scratching his neck. "My albino body's better than dad's."
Whatever Black*Star had given him, it's really scary.
The guys who arrived with Soul had scattered and give the other ladies lap dances. Kilik thrusts the air in front of Jacqueline's face and his nipple clamps slapping against his skin loudly. Liz's getting a very intimate and touchy make out session from her husband. No restrains there.
"Waifu~" Before she knows it, hands grab her cheeks and a wet hot tongue slips through her lips. She squeaks with surprise as Soul drops down on her lap.
Her bachelorette party had started out decent, went to boring and bland, but with a dynamic entrance by the man of her dreams, her bachelorette party wasn't so bad.
Her muscles relax as she kisses him back passionately, feeling his bare warm butt cheeks on her exposed thighs. His alcohol-drenched breath burns her lips and gums like an inferno was injected into her mouth. His hands cup her face and holds her close to him. The handcuffs rattle as she pulls at them, wanting and longing to touch him.
He repels from her lips and he grins wide at her. "Bad bachelorette. Stay in your seat." He dives for more and she rejoices in the sensation of his lips and the cuffs digging into her wrists.
Maybe her bachelorette party wouldn't turn out as bad as she thought it would.