Now for part II! Enjoy~

But I will warn you- there will be some disturbing things in here that may cause me to change the rating...

*Now back to the Bachelorette party*

"Woo hoo! Go Donovan!" Maxime and Gretchen cheered. Sahari was laughing, cheering as well.

Donovan was very good at his job. He knew just what to do. He didn't make much small talk, unlike most of the strippers out there, and boy, did he know how to grind.

"Someone's been naughty, hasn't she?" Donovan said to Sahari, giving her another wink as he threw his police hat back on. His leg came around the pole, causing him to spin around in quite rapidly before his hand came up and grabbed the top of his pole. Using it to lift himself up, he still move quickly along it. His legs hugged around the pole, and he turned himself upside down. He could see all five of them now, them cheering him on. A pair of pink panties flew across and hit him in his face.

How he loved his job.

"Come on, take off the pants!" Maxime cheered. Leafos turned a bit pink.

"B-But leave your undergarments on!" she said, stammering a bit. Gretchen rolled her eyes, while Maxime completely ignored her. Donovan smirked, stepping off of the pole. His hips swayed to the music in the background, the heavy beat causing him to somehow look sexier then he did before. Leafos was standing behind the couch, since she didn't want to sit, and Sahari was right in front of her. The pig-tailed girl started to blush again as Donovan came closer, his eyes locked on hers. Sahari almost shrieked (in a good way) when Donovan gently placed his hand on her stomach. His pelvis started to move again, grinding the small distance between him and the smaller girl. But his hips never touched hers.

"Why are you being so nervous, sweetheart?" The stripper asked, smiling when he knew the other girls were enjoying what was going on. Even the skinny one with the thick black hair had finally seemed to settle in, getting comfortable as he dance and stripped. But he knew better then to try and do anything with her- not only was she not 18, but Maxime had warned him about her... temper.

"I... I don't know what your talking about," Leafos said, turning her head away slightly. Donovan was starting to frown now. He was one of the best at his job, always leaving every woman he encountered happy. She was the only one being difficult.

Well, then it was time to kick it up a notch.

"Sweetie, I don't want only four out of five here to have a good time. Why don't you come with me," Donovan said. Leafos tried to step away, but Donovan had grabber her wrist, and was now leading her out from behind the couch. Leafos shot the other girls a "Help me" look, but they all just cheered as Donovan took her up to the pole.

"Okay, now, all I want you to do is grind, okay?" the stripper instructed. Leafos's face had turned a whole new shade of red, her hands gripped onto the pole.

"What? N-No! I'm not a-"

CLANK.

"Now you don't have a choice," Donovan said evilly. Leafos screamed, since she was now handcuffed to Donovan. Her jaw dropped; where did he get handcuffs?

That damn cop suit, she thought bitterly. She glared at her.

"Y-You can't make me-"

"Come on Leafos, it's not like you have to strip or anything," Maxime said irritably, upset that Donovan had to stop for this, "Grinding isn't that hard."

"Well, I actually have respect for myself," Leafos snapped, looking at Donovan, "... No offense."

"None taken," he said in return. The hand that was handcuffed to hers rose up, gripping the poll once again with her's dangling from it. Donovan began to grind once again, although this time his pants were slowly starting to fall with every thrust of his hips. Leafos blushed like crazy, her hands gripping the pole. She was motionless, refusing to move.

"Come on Leafos! It's a party for Christ's sake!" Sahari cheered, throwing a chip at Leafos's head. The girl scowled, then gasped suddenly when she felt a force on her butt.

"Just move your hips up and down as you move forward," Donovan said, removing his hand. Leafos growled, still refusing to move.

If only she had brought her alert system. She could call Storkos to get over here and free her.

*Back at the Bar*

"So then I said 'Sweetheart, do I look like I have STD's to you?'" Bart said. Sparcticus and Willy laughed, trying not to spit up their beer.

"God, it must be great being a free man," Willy remarked. Sparcticus gave him a strange look.

"What do you mean by that?" the bachelor asked. Willy sighed.

"I'm not saying that Lottie is bad or anything. I love that woman with everything I have. Not as much as building or Maddie, but I love her a lot. But sometimes, I wish that I can just go around and pick up woman like the free man I was,"

"... But you're still happy, right?" Sparcticus asked. Willy shrugged.

"Sometimes. But she never wants to go out anywhere, because she thinks it's too expensive. She also gets pissed at me when I bring Maddie to work a lot, because she thinks she's gonna get killed or something. Not only that, she also never lets me watch what I want on TV, and I have to go all the way out to the shed to watch my program while she sits in there and watches 'Law and Order' or whatever she's into now. I don't know, she changes her mind every week. Not to mention that dumb exaggerating thing she does with her voice whenever she talks- it gets SO annoying at times. She also always has to bitch at me whenever I-"

"WILLY! Stop it!" Bart shouted. But the builder didn't listen.

"Oh God Sparcticus, you get no freedom when you're married! The women control your lives- do everything you want to do before they ruin it! DON'T GO TO THE DARK SIDE-"

"GOD DAMMIT WILLY SHUT UP WILL YOU? This is a bachelor party for Sparcticus, to celebrate him getting married! We aren't here to scare him away," Bart snapped. Sparcticus was looking around nervously. Willy knit his brows together, giving the tinkerer a fierce look.

"Well, as his friend, I am only telling him the truth," Willy said.

"Look, just because you married the Wicked Witch of the West doesn't mean that Sahari is gonna be the same way," Bart argued, slamming his fist onto the table.

"Don't talk about my wife that way!"

"You just were a second ago, you hypocrite! Emphasis on the 'hypo' part!"

"Is that a fat joke?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Guys, calm down. We aren't here to fight," Sparcticus said, trying to calm them down. Bart and Willy said nothing, glaring harshly at each other. Sparcticus looked over at Arfur, asking silently for help.

But the Bartender was having his own problem.

"I dunno if I should go with what he said," Eddie slurred, his head tipping size to side, "H... He thinks th... that I should just... do it to her." Arfur looked at the cups next to the Lizard boy. There were at least four, all in which had the bit of alcohol he had poured into it.

"Well, I think that's up to her too, Eddie," Arfur said, sweat dropping a bit. He didn't know the boy was such a lightweight. Sure, he was skinny, but...

"Aw, but... but tha... that's no f... fun..." Eddie muttered, "I w-would be... be gentle... maybe..." He stumbled out of his seat, making his way around the bar to Sparcticus.

"Hey... Sparty... I...I ha...have a question," he said, jabbing Sparcticus in the side harshly. Sparcticus turned to him, happy to talk to someone else after the close fight, but something seemed to be off about the Lizard boy. His hair had become a bit messy now, and his eyes were a bit dilated and hazy. He was tilting side to side, swaying about while he stood. He was also speaking in slurs.

"Eddie?" the Eskimo said, giving his friend a close look. Eddie hiccuped, the alcohol on his breath hitting Sparcticus' nose in an alarming way.

"I... I wanna have... I want..." he said in a whiny kind of way. He collapsed a bit, but he was able to catch himself on the table. Bart and Willy were now looking at him as well, eyes wide.

"Son, are you alright?" Willy asked, looking at him with concern. Bart shot a look at Arfur.

Dammit, I told him not to give the boy too much to drink, the Tinkerer thought to himself, The kid is such a lightweight.

"I wa...want Seiko... badly..." Eddie gurgled, groaning a bit afterwards. Sparcticus picked him up, shooting a look at Willy and Bart. Willy just scratched the back of his head.

"Do you want me to call her or something?" he said. Bart leaned over, whispering into Willy's ear real fast. The Builder's eyes widened a bit.

"Oh, THAT'S what he means..."

"Eddie, why are you drunk? You shouldn't have been drinking," Sparcticus turned back to his friends, "Why is he drunk?"

"It was Bart," Willy said quickly. Bart glared at him.

"Thanks a lot," he turned to his Eskimo friend, "I only said a little though. He must have enjoyed it a bit too much though..."

"So you're telling me that even after one of us has already passed out, you go ahead and tell one of the younger ones to go ahead and drink himself silly?" Sparcticus said, irritation in his voice. He was referring back to Patch, who they had just tossed into one of the booths since he was passed out. Now it was Bart's turn to sweat.

"Um... Well-"

"HEEEEEEYYYY~" another slurry voice practically screamed. Sparcticus was almost afraid to turn around, but he did anyway.

Boy, did he regret it.

"T'was up bitchhhhessssss..." Dustin slurred, his eyes barely open. He was leaning against a hat-less Diggerling. The Diggerling had a short tuff of brown hair coming out from the top where his hat always was. His eyes were barely open as well, but he was still able to stand properly. Dustin on the other hand, was using the Diggerling to help himself stand up straight. His messy hair was even worse then before, and he was holding an almost empty bottle of "Everclear" in his hands.

"Oh, so that's where that bottle went..." Arfur muttered. Sparcticus got up, storming over to the blonde. He had Eddie in his grip, which the Lizard boy did not agree with.

"L... Lemme go," Eddie complained, "I gotta... Gotta pee..."

"Piss yourself if you have too," Sparcticus snapped, "Dustin, did you steal that bottle?" Dustin opened one blood shot eye.

"Heeeeeeyyyy Buddy! Th... This is Fr... Frankie..." Dustin said, pointing to the Diggerling. Frankie hiccuped.

" A-Actually it's just Frank," he said. Sparcticus held back a punch.

"I told you not to drink anything either-"

"HEEEEYYYY-"

"Quit saying 'hey'!" Sparcticus snapped. Dustin pointed.

"Y... You DID ge.. get a stripper!" Dustin explained, ordering Frank to walk him away from the angry bachelor. Sparcticus turned around, wondering if the guys had called some whore behind his back as well. But all he saw was Sprinkling, Seiko's helper.

"Dustin, that's not a stripper!" Sparcticus growled, walking away. Eddie stayed though, but started to stumbled around on his own. Sparcticus tried to get over there as quickly as he could, but Dustin was already there.

"Heeeeyyyy... you're late, ya du... dumb whore!" Dustin said, jabbing Sprinkling in her right boob. But the ditzy helper didn't seem to notice.

"I am? I am so sorry!" She cried. Sparcticus shook his head.

"No no, you're fine Sprinkling! He's just being a drunk idiot is all," Sparcticus said reassuringly. Dustin snorted, poking Sprinkling's clothed boobs again.

"But your st... still late! Now get... Get on a table and take... Take that top off!" He slurred. Sprinkling smiled.

"Okay!" She said happily, skipping away. Sparcticus started to panic- this was turning into a disaster!

"N-No! Sprinkling I know you're not THAT much of an idiot-"

"STRIPPERS HERE YA'LL!" Dustin shouted, while Frank screamed "YA HOOO!" really loud. Bart and Willy's face brightened as Sprinkling hopped onto a table.

"NOW it's a party!" Willy cheered. Bart turned to Arfur.

"Hey! Start pouring those shots Arfur!" Bart called. The bartender nodded, getting out his best vodka and tequila. Dustin and Frank had climbed into a table as well, cheering and throwing napkins around as if they were dollar bills. Eddie finally collapsed into a chair, making his drunken self comfortable. Even Patch started to stir a bit at last. Sparcticus took a deep breath, pulling out his alert system.

*Back at Sahari's house*

"There you go! You're getting the hang of it," Donovan said, smiling. Leafos had given up, and was grinding- not like he was, but enough to get the others to start cheering her name as well.

"There ya go!" Maxime said, clapping. Leafos's face brightened a bit- she had never been the life of the party before.

"Well, it's not as bad until you start- Seiko, put the camera away!" Leafos practically screamed, stopping her movements. Seiko snorted, putting her camera down.

"Too late~ it's going on Maskbook!" The gardener said cheerfully. Leafos stomped her foot, her face red with anger.

"You better NOT put that on Maskbook! What if Patch sees it?" She asked. Donovan tugged her arm with the handcuffs.

"So you have a Maskbook page?" He asked Seiko. The gardener nodded.

"Make sure you send me that video- but friend me first!" He said. Seiko's face turned a bit pink as Maxime gave her a playful shove to the arm. Sahari was smiling like she never had. I mean, what's better then a half-naked man humping a pole, with one of your friends handcuffed to him, and your other friends around you laughing? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Unfortunately, that all ended when the alert came.

"Sparty?" Sahari said quite loudly over the music. Gretchen turned off the music, and everyone got quiet. When your fiance calls on the night of their bachelor party, you know it can't be good.

"Uh huh... Uh huh... What? ... He did WHAT? ... Sprinkling's shaking her WHAT?" Sahari kept shouting every now and then. The other girls (and Donovan) started to look at one another.

"What's going on?" Gretchen demanded, sliding her mask back into it's rightful place. Sahari didn't answer- she just looked downright pissed.

"Fine. We will be right there... I'm not mad... I SAID I'M NOT MAD!" Sahari shouted before she hung up. She tossed her alert system aside, and got up from the couch in one heave.

"Sorry girls, but we gotta go," Sahari growled. Curious glances looked all around.

"Why? What's going on?" Leafos asked, suddenly worried. Donovan himself looked a bit interested.

"I don't know. Sparcticus just said that something went wrong at the party, and now he wants us to go help him," Sahari said, storming out the door after she grabbed her coat, "I mean seriously, it's as if he doesn't think I'm having a party right now or something..."

"Oh God... Eddie," Seiko muttered, fallowing out after the desert girl with Gretchen. Maxime turned to Leafos.

"... You coming or what?" she asked. Leafos sighed, holding up her wrist that was still cuffed to Donovan. Maxime rolled her eyes.

"He can come too. Now hurry up," Maxime said, running out. Donovan smiled, running outside with his underwear on, dragging Leafos behind him.

"That's not what I meant!" Leafos screeched, trying to pull herself away, which she knew was helpless.

*Now back to the Bar*

"What in the hell..." Sahari muttered, her brown eyes wide at the scene. Seiko's, Gretchen's, and Leafos' eyes were just as big, while Maxime was holding up her alert system to take pictures.

The scene was completely out of whack. To start, Patch was passed out on a table in a booth. Bart and Willy were cheering, spilling beer all over the place as they leaned back in their seats. Obviously, they were drunk. On the bar itself in front of them was Sprinkling, stripped down to her frilly pink bra and panties, shaking herself around like she had no shame. She was giggling like crazy, showing her face to everyone as she danced to the music. On one side of her stood Dustin, his shirt off. He was spinning the tattered fabric around in his hands above his head. On the other size of the ditsy helper was a random Diggerling, his butt turned to everyone as he smacked it repeatedly.

The sight was just crazy.

"Sparcticus!" Sahari screamed, stomping over to her future husband. His back was turned to the entire thing, sipping on a couple of shots displayed all over the counter. He smiled when he saw Sahari coming up.

"Hey baby," he mewed softly, starting to stand up. Sahari's face was not friendly, however, and was in a twisted scowl.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sahari snapped. Sparcticus looked a bit surprised.

"Huh?"

"What is the problem you are talking about?" She demanded. Sparcticus only pointed to the scene behind him.

"That." He said. Sahari looked over at the scene again, fury rising in her.

"... Seriously? THAT'S why you called me down here?" She was screaming now. Sparcticus looked really confused.

"B-but-"

"Sparcticus, this is a BACHELOR PARTY! THIS is the stuff that happens! No one will settle for a boring-ass party like you wanted. I can't believe you made me miss my party for this," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose through her mask. Sparcticus's eyes were wide, his lips parted slightly.

"B-But Sprinkling-"

"So what? We got a stripper- he's handcuffed to Leafos for crying out loud!" Sahari shouted, pointing to the girl. Sparcticus looked over, seeing the sexy man as he stood there, tapping his foot impatiently as Leafos fretted over the unconscious Patch.

"... You got a stripper?" Sparcticus said, his tone showing a bit of hurt. Sahari didn't fall for it thought.

"Sparcticus, you can make that face all you want, but the girls and I are going back to my place to enjoy the rest of the night, and you're going to sit here and enjoy Sprinkling's bouncing tits. Good night, and I will call you tomorrow when the hangover is gone," She said simply. She turned on her heels, and walked away before he could even say anything else. God, this whole thing was stupid. Why can't Sparcticus enjoy himself just one time, and let her enjoy herself?

"Okay, I am so sorry girls- and Donovan," Sahari added, speaking to everyone waiting at the door, "There is actually nothing wrong."

"Yeah, that's what you think," Maxime muttered, still catching a few pictures as the Diggerling started to hump Dustin. She was going to get so much 'likes' for this...

Sahari laughed, "Whatever, let's get out of here. Donovan still has two hours to go," Donovan smirked, flexing a bit in his underwear. Leafos was still looking at Patch.

"Are you sure we shouldn't at least help Patch? He's passed out on the table for crying out loud," She exclaimed.

"Relax girly, he will be fine," Gretchen said, patting her shoulder.

"Yeah. He's got four drunk friends there, plus the diggerling and Arfur," Maxime said. Sahari looked at her.

"Actually, there is five at the party," Sahari said, "That were invited anyway." Gretchen shook her head.

"When you went to go talk to Sparcticus, Seiko found Eddie drunk and decided to go ahead and take him home," the huntress explained. Sahari was quiet for a moment.

"... Eddie was drunk?"

*Elsewhere*

"Eddie, come on, work with me here," Seiko growled, trying her best to guide her drunken boyfriend around. Eddie was still uncooperative, however, as he still stumbled around. His arms were wrapper around her neck, his legs brushing up against hers. Seiko was blushing with every step she took; this was so awkward. As much as she loved the attention, she could swear that she could feel something hard brush up her leg ever time.

"Sei..." He slurred the first syllables of her name into her ear, the alcohol in his breath brushing against her face and into her nose. Seiko grimaced. The smell of the stuff always made her feel sick.

"I can't believe you drank something Eddie," Seiko scolded, "I thought you were smarter then that."

"Heh... you... you are hot w... when your mad," Eddie whispered again. Seiko brought a hand up, smacking him across the back of his head lightly.

"Shut up, please," she said sadly, "I can't believe you did this. And how could you make Sprinkling do that?"

"Th... that was Dust... Dusty..." Eddie said, his head tilting over to one side. Seiko rolled her eyes.

"I don't care. You could have stopped it. You guys took advantage of her," she sighed, "Ugh, why am I even bothering to tell you this? Your dad will give you the same-" she was shushed, a finger place to her lips with some force. Eddie slid around to the front of her, a drunken smirk on his face.

"Y... You talk a LOT," he said. Seiko pushed his hand away.

"Come on Eddie, stop playing around. We need to get you ho-" she was cut off once again, his lips pressed against hers. Normally they are soft, delicate kisses, but this one was much different. It was so forceful, so demanding. Seiko's eyes were wide open, while his were closed. His hands cupped her face, pressing harder. Seiko whimpered, trying to pull away as gently as she could to tell him to stop, and her eyes widened even further in shock when something wet started to trace her lips. His hands traced from her neck down to her shoulders, before sliding over her chest. All it took was a simple squeeze, and Seiko had had it.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" She practically screamed, shoving him off. Eddie stared at her in shock, stumbling a bit.

"I... I wanted... to take it to th... the next level..." he said, as if it were as easy as that. Seiko was fuming. As much as she love him, she did not want anyone trying to touch her in that way.

"Yeah? How about you walk your own drunken ass home," she spat, hugging over her chest as she stormed off. Tears were threatening to fall now; she couldn't believe this. He was always such a gentlemen, and wouldn't touch her unless she asked him too.

Well, it's just the alcohol. That's all it was, she told herself, though it wasn't helping.

He didn't have to drink it, her voice of reason told her afterwards.

*Now to the bar one last time*

"Oh she HATES me," Sparcticus whined, his head on the bar counter. Bart was patting his back, a bit tipsy from the shots he had drunk already. Willy was passed out on the chair next to him.

"Nah, she's just upset is all," Bart said reassuringly, "It happens to all couples."

"But she was mad, and she told me I ruined her night," Sparcticus continued to whine. Bart exhaled through his nose.

"Well... that WAS kinda your fault, since you DID make a big deal over nothing," he said. Sparcticus only glared, but said nothing else. Bart rolled his eyes in return, when he had noticed something.

"Hey, we are missing someone," he said. Sparcticus shrugged.

"Eddie went home already."

"I know that... Where did Dustin go?" Bart asked, looking over at Arfur. The bartender pointed to the stairs.

"I just saw him walk upstairs with Frank and Sprinkling," he said. Bart's eyes widened in horror, and he gripped the sides of his hat.

"Wha- He doesn't even have protection!" he whipped out his trusty condoms, "DUSTIN, YOU NINCOMPOOP, GET BACK HERE!"

And on that note... Bart went to go hunt Dustin down, leaving the depressed Bachelor to sulk in his own sorrows.

And there is part two :D Bachelor/ette parties can be pretty insane...

So one question; I know some pretty adult things were mentioned in this chapter (hence my sick mind) and I was wondering... should I bump the rating up to 'M' just to be safe?

Please leave a review! Because I will listen!... which reminds me, I don't know if the handcuffs ever came off... poor Leafos...