The week between Christmas Eve and the wedding passed quickly. Now, Lilian, Dahlia, and Stephanie were at Stephanie's house, waiting for Trish and Lita to arrive so they could go out to a club. Dave, Hunter, Ric, and Randy had all left about half an hour ago, neither Dave nor Lilian looking too pleased about having to leave each other for the night… however, tradition called for them not to see each other the day of the wedding, so…

"Hey, girls!" Trish said, walking into Stephanie's house. "Sorry we're late! Lita here had to do her hair about a million times."

"Oh, don't even go there, Blondie!" Lita said, smacking Trish on the arm. "Trish here bumped into Randy," she drew out the young wrestler's name before continuing, "In the hotel and decided to flirt for an hour."

"Shut up!" Trish replied, smacking Lita on the shoulder. "You weren't supposed to say anything!"

Stephanie shook her head at the two ladies' bantering. "So how are you two doing?"

"Good," Lita said, glancing at Lilian, who was leaning against a pillow on the couch, her feet propped up on Dahlia's lap. "How's the blushing bride doing?"

"I'm good, even though I feel fat," Lilian answered, rubbing a hand over her swollen stomach. "Ready to enjoy my last night as a Bachelorette!"

"Getting cold feet, Lil?" Trish asked with a grin, knowing fully well that that was not the case at all.

"Of course not!" Lilian said, knowing Trish was teasing her. "It's just weird to think that tomorrow I will be Mrs. David Batista."

The girls all nodded, looking at Lilian. "Are you sure you want to go to this club tonight?" Stephanie asked Lilian.

Lilian sighed slightly, nodding. "It's okay… I mean, this is your night for fun too. I don't know what you have planned, so… I guess I'll just go with the flow."

"Okay, Lil," Trish said. "Let's go!"

The girls left Stephanie's house, and Lilian laughed when she saw a limo sitting in front of the house. "Surprise!" they said together.

"You guys! You didn't have to get a limo!"

"We know," Dahlia said. "But we wanted to. Now let's really go have fun!"

Dave walked up to the strip club, somewhat uncomfortable as his friends held the door. He knew this was his last night as a Bachelor, and that he was supposed to have fun… but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being disloyal to Lilian.

"All right, what do you want first, Big Man?" Ric asked Dave.

"Uh… just a Budweiser, I guess," he replied, running a hand through his hair.

"You heard the man," Ric said to a bartender, settling on a stool next to Dave. "You okay, Dave?" he asked, watching as Dave glanced around the club.

"What?" Dave asked, shaking his head, meeting the gaze of his friend. "Yeah, Ric, I'm fine."

"You sure? Getting nervous or something? Cause I'll personally kill you if you hurt Lilian's feelings-"

"Ric, you know damn well that I could never hurt Lilian… I just… don't worry about it, man. Tonight we're supposed to have fun," Dave said, smiling at the bartender sliding a beer down the bar to him. "Thanks, man," he said, laying down a tip and turning around to survey the action. He nearly rolled his eyes when he saw Randy at the edge of the stage, a wad of dollar bills in his hand as he eagerly waited for one of the pole dancers to make her way over to him. His gaze traveled over to Hunter, who was sitting on a couch, two girls sitting on either side of him, talking his ear off. Hunter looked less than thrilled that they were next to him but he didn't want to be rude to the girls.

"Hey there, ladies and gentleman, we have a last night Bachelor in the house!" Dave heard the DJ proclaim.

Dave nearly groaned when Ric, Randy, and Hunter all started clapping and pointing to him. He did, however, actually groan when two of the strippers made their way over to him and pulled him off of the bar stool and guided him up onto the stage.

The men in the club all cheered as the girls pushed Dave down into a chair, one going behind him and massaging his shoulders and the other giving him a lap dance. Dave averted his gaze from the woman leaning in front of him, obviously pressing her breasts into his face on purpose. He met eyes with Hunter, who immediately stopped smiling when he saw the look on Dave's face.

As the girl in front of Dave turned around to sit on his lap, Hunter stepped on the stage, a small smile on his face. "Ladies, we appreciate your services, but we're gonna have to call an end to this right now," he said gently, winking at the strippers as he slipped them each a couple of twenty dollar bills. They took the hint and backed off, turning their attention to a young man who had just turned twenty-one, pulling the nervous boy up on stage with them as his friends hooted and hollered.

Dave shook his head, closing his eyes as he stood up from the chair. "Thank you, Hunter," Dave said softly. "I just can't get Lilian out of my head."

"It's okay, buddy. I understand," Hunter said, punching Dave lightly in the arm as they met up with Ric and Randy. "So what do you want to do?" Hunter asked Dave.

Dave ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. "I don't know, guys. I just kind of want to go back to the hotel and grab a pizza and watch some scary movies," he finally said.

"Hey, Big Man, it's your night," Ric said, shrugging his shoulders. "Let's get out of here."

Lilian laughed as she watched Trish dance with Stephanie, the blonde obviously drunk off her ass. Lilian wasn't sure what all Trish had drank so far, but she was sure that the blonde would have one heck of a hangover when all was said and done. 'Thank God my wedding is at 6:00 in the evening,' Lilian thought wryly, knowing that Trish was going to be sleeping for a long time tomorrow.

"Hey, Lil, what's up? You having fun?" Dahlia asked, settling next to her sister on the soft plush couch that had been provided by the club, handing her another diet Coke and taking a sip of her Cosmo.

"Yeah, Lia, I am," Lilian replied, curling her feet underneath her. "It's fun sitting here people watching. Where's Lita, by the way?"

"Over there, dancing with some guy," Dahlia said, gesturing. Lilian turned her head just in time to see the guy purposely grope Lita's backside, the redhead not happy with the action.

"Uh oh," Lilian murmured, struggling to stand when Lita hauled off and decked the guy.

"Lilian, stay here," Dahlia said fiercely, running over to where Lita and the guy were standing, yelling at each other, frantically gesturing for Stephanie to join her. Stephanie ran over as well when she saw the commotion that had stirred, Trish stumbling over to join Lilian.

"Hey, preggers," Trish said loudly, laughing as she leaned against Lilian. "What's going on?"

"Lita's about to kick someone's ass, and Dahlia and Steph are trying to stop her from doing that," Lilian said, struggling to hold her friend up.

"Ooh! Can we join in?" Trish giggled.

"No, we can't," Lilian told her friend. "I'm pregnant and you're plastered. That isn't a good combination." Trish laughed loudly at her friends words. Lilian merely shook her head, watching as a bouncer finally made his way over to the group, breaking up the argument. He said something to Lita, what Lilian did not know, over the loud music. Lita shook her head, flipped the guy who had harassed her off, and made her way over to Lilian and Trish, Dahlia and Steph following closely.

"Come on, guys, we need to get out of here," Lita said angrily.

"Whyyyyy?" Trish whined loudly. "I wanna stay!"

"Well, apparently, I'm getting kicked out of the bar because someone," Lita said, angrily raising her voice to let the guy who had grabbed her ass hear her, "Can't keep his hands to HIMSELF!"

"Li, chill," Steph said softly, guiding Lita away, leaving Dahlia and Lilian to guide Trish away. "Let's just get out of here."

The five ladies made their way out of the bar. Lita shook her head, turning to Lilian. "I'm sorry, Lil, I didn't mean to ruin your big night," she said.

"Eh, it's okay," Lilian said with a smile. "It was funny to see you hit that guy."

Everyone laughed and Dahlia glanced at her watch. "Well, Lil, it's officially the big day," she said. "12:09 in the morning."

"WHAT?" Trish all but yelled. "We missed the countdown? Aw, man!"

"Trish, hush. It's not New Year's yet. It's December 31st," Steph interrupted before the blonde started crying. "So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know… you know any good all night diners?" Lilian asked Stephanie. "I'm having a craving for a Rueben."

"As a matter of fact, I do," Stephanie said.

"Do they serve booze?" Trish asked, stumbling against Dahlia, Lilian's sister easily keeping the blonde on her feet.

"No, thank God," Stephanie muttered. "Nah, Trish, but they do have good pancakes," she said, knowing that the blonde loved pancakes.

"Yes! Let's go!" Trish said, running to the limo, all of the girls laughing hysterically when, in her drunken state, she forgot that there were doors to the limo and crashed into the side. Trish fell backwards, sitting up, a confused look on her face. "I… uh, I meant to do that," Trish said sheepishly, struggling to stand.

"This is the night where we need the video camera," Lita commented, walking over to help the blonde Canadian up.

"Oh, Lil, aren't you gonna miss stuff like this when you're married and when Baby arrives?" Steph asked, wrapping her arm around Lilian's shoulder.

"Yeah, a little bit," Lilian replied with a shrug. "I still hope we can do girl's nights out, though! And not just when someone is getting married."

"Nah, I promise, Lil," Stephanie said, allowing Lilian to climb in the limo. "But let's not worry about that now! Let's just have fun!"

End Part 3.1