Hello my dearies!
I know that I'm like super late with the update but I really wanted to finish the next chapter (which, sadly, I haven't yet) before posting this one. However, as I told you, I still haven't wrapped my head around it and it's not right that I hold this one as hostage! This is the first one set in California (Artcedes' wedding is getting closer and closer, sweeties!)... I wanted to write two Californian chapter (this one and the next one) BUT the next one is coming differently from what I predicted sooo... there are going to be three Californian chapters! I think that the last chapter of this story will be Chapter 25 but, since it appears to me that I basically don't have a hold on them, I'm not very sure about it. LOL!
Hope you guys will like this chapter more than the previous one 'cause it seemed to me that it didn't go that well but it's okay and I'm very thankful for all those amazing people who took their time to write to me their opinions or simply read it or faved it. I mean... You are a blessing!
Now, enough with the ramble, I'll leave you to the new chapter. Hope you'll have fun!
Rachel was like a child on a sugar-high when the small group of friends landed in San José and followed Santana and Brittany to their car (they were already in California from a couple of days, visiting the blonde's family; they were using Britt's and her mother's cars to drive around the city… so much better than spend some money in rented cars!).
"This is so exciting! I had never been in the West Coast before!" she squealed as the guys loaded the cars with their bags and garment bags and laughed out loud at the petite brunette's behaviour. She flipped through the pages of her pocket version of the "Lonely Planet" California guide and started to rattle on random information about the city until Puck took the book from her hands and rose it until it was out of her reach (not a very hard task, actually) and stated "Babe, calm the fuck down. We can't even see a quarter of the things that are in this book 'cause we're here for just four days, for our friends' wedding may I add, and we will be in the first flight for New York Monday morning 'cause you have a opening night in three weeks and your director will kill us all if you're not there in time for rehearsal on Monday afternoon, so shut the fuck up and calm the fuck down because if you keep talking like you did all flight long, I'm going to fucking explode".
She crossed her arm and frown at him "How very eloquent of you. However, I feel the need to tell you that you're being a real killjoy, Noah, and I won't let my spirit be damaged by you and your negativity", raising her nose in the air and walking to the front seat of the car driven by Santana. He sighed deeply and followed her, sitting with Finn and Marley in the behind seat.
Santana put in the GPS the place where they were staying (and in which the reception would take place too) and started to bitch around with Puck while Rachel, Finn and Marley were looking out of their windows with the amazement of three children on Christmas morning and were taking pictures of the surroundings.
It all seemed so exotic for them with all those palm trees. They were used to pines and conifer trees back in Ohio; palm trees were definitely something completely new for them! Puck chuckled eyeing his girlfriend, her nose-tip pushed against the window and a big smile on her face. His girl might be fucking cray-cray but she was fucking adorable!
The ride to the hotel was really short and, when they arrived, they couldn't believe their eyes. The white building was huge and very well kept. Around, perfectly trimmed flowerbeds and bright green grass almost shone under the warm sun. That place exuded class and to be very expensive! Rachel was still gaping at the building as the bellhops arrived and unloaded the trunks of the cars, asking for the car keys so they could put the cars in the private resort parking lot.
Noah slid his hand into hers and dragged her in the main hall. The hall was absolutely amazing and unbelievably cosy and warm, full of fresh flowers and wooden furniture. Rachel rose on her tip toes and tried to look around her: from where she was, she could see a big room full of round tables with people eating and, from a big glass window, she sneak a peak of the pool, where some kids were already playing happily. Thanks to her wandering eyes, she also noticed the signs "Spa", "Fitness Center", "To the Golf Karts" and "Conference Room".
The petite woman was about to say something to her friends but a massive man walked to them and started "Are you 'Cedes and Artie's friends?". Blaine promptly replied "Yes, sir. And you are…?", extending his hand cordially and with a big smile on his face. The man took his hand and shook it firmly, saying "I'm Trent Jones Jr., Mercedes' father. Welcome to San José. Hope you like this place".
Rachel immediately stepped in the conversation and told him "Like this place?! We love it! It's absolutely perfect and stunning. But we would have settled for much less, sir. It's already a lot that your family decided to pay for our accommodation completely; we don't want to be a burden".
Trent laughed out loud "Oh, my dear, don't worry about that. Just because Mercedes and Artie don't want our money, doesn't mean that we're hurting economically", making Rachel blush furiously and stutter "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't want to imply that…" but Mercedes' father just waved his hand in dismissive manner and shook his head with a big smile "Don't worry, sweetheart. I know that my 'Cedes doesn't talk about the fact that our family is rich. She's so stubborn and proud that she doesn't want our help. It's a sort of miracle that both her and Artie let us pay for your stay and for part of the wedding, so we're helping where we can".
Rachel smiled brightly and thanked him again, introducing one by one the others. Trent shook every single hand, always with a kind smile on his face; he seemed like a really lovely and kind man. He said that it was a pleasure meeting her daughter's friends but he had to go check on some other things for the weeding and that he would see them that night at the rehearsal dinner with Mercedes' and Artie's families.
"Oh God, Noah! Look!" Rachel squealed as soon as they entered in their room. The room had white walls and white curtains that lead to a small balcony where they could see a nice garden and a small golf court. The landscape was absolutely perfect: even if there were some tall buildings blocking the general view, hills were gently inclining in front of them and, in the hotel garden, some palm trees were moving along with the warm breeze.
Rachel looked back in the room and Noah was already spread on the poster bed, eating the chocolates that the maid left on the pillows. She jumped next to him, smiling broadly and giggling when he pulled her on top of him. Noah slid his hands on her back as Rachel pecked the tip of his nose and said "Noah, do you like it here?", blushing a little when he stated "As soon as I manage to get you naked, this place will become my favourite one".
She smirked and whispered in his ear "And how long will it take you?" but, as soon as Puck slid his hand on her ass, the door shut open and Kurt went in, keying something on his phone. "Diva, I'm calling 'Cedes right this instant because we need some explanation. I mean, have you see…Oh, did I interrupt something? Sorry, not so sorry. Next time close the door properly, Puckerman" the skinny man said, sitting in the edge of the bed.
While Noah groaned and whined at the interruption, Rachel simply smiled and patted his chest, shooting him an apologetic smile and sitting next to her dear friends as he put the phone on speaker and waited for her friend to pick up.
"Hello Mr. Fantastic! Landed alright?" Mercedes greeted excitedly from the other end of the phone, laughing loudly when Kurt screeched "Mercedes Jones! Why on earth didn't you tell us that you're like the Paris Hilton of California?! I googled your father as soon as he stopped talking. A hotel chain all over the west coast and you don't say anything to your favourite friends?!" and Rachel gingerly told her "Good morning, Mercedes! You're on speaker!". "Hello Diva! And do I look like freaking Paris Hilton? That twig wishes to be like me. She can only dream to have my sass… and ass, too" stated the ebony beauty, making Rachel laugh and Kurt scoff, and then she continued "And I don't own a hotel chain, my parents do! Hell, I don't even own a house yet! We don't need my parents' money, we manage to live out of our well-earned money, thank you very much".
After Mercedes stopped talking, Rachel asked full of curiosity "But, wait… You could had made Artie stop stripping as soon as you two got together if you…" but was cut short by her friend, who said "I met him that he was already a stripper and I didn't told him that my family is rich. I told him only a year after we got together. And, as I already told you, I don't use my family's money and I don't ask for them; we only let them pay for our wedding because they insisted since we don't want any other presents. I want to make it on my own and so does my beau. So, are we done with the inquisition or…?".
"No, we're not done! I…" Kurt started to say but Puck rolled his eyes while still laying on the bed and told him "Leave the chick alone, Hummel, and get the fuck out of my room. You already cock-blocked me one and I didn't beat the shit out of you but if you're not out of here in a minute…", looking in the eyes the outraged man, who was gaping at him.
Rachel slapped her boyfriend in the chest, crying out loud, and Mercedes laughed from the phone and said "Say what?! You are loco, Kurt!", snorting and barely managing to talk between the laughter. When she calmed down a bit, the ebony beauty stated "White bread, go away from there as quickly as possible and I'll see you three at the rehearsal dinner tonight! Bye Puckleberry! Kurt, hope to see you in one piece tonight! I'm out".
Kurt got up from the bed and looked at Rachel before stating "Your boyfriend is a brute. Don't even know why you like him" but, then, he took a good look at the man and sighed "Okay, I know why you like him but he's a brute nonetheless". The flamboyant man walked away and yelled "At least lock the door this time" before disappearing behind the door.
When Noah grabbed Rachel by her waist and dragged her on his lap, she tried to resist him by saying "No, Noah. You were awful to Kurt. You don't deserve anything right now!" but he attached at her neck and sucked at her pulse point until a low moan escaped from her mouth. He smirked in satisfaction and whispered "Don't hate on me because I want you all for myself. Not my fault you're fucking hot".
The petite woman smiled and grabbed his face so she was able to kiss him languidly on his lips but then she got up and walked towards the bathroom, saying "I have to take a shower to wash away the plane dirt". He was absolutely shocked: he really thought that he managed to convince her into give in! What the hell…? Did he lost his magic touch?
"Well, Noah, aren't you coming too?" she told him; her head sneaking from behind the bathroom door and a sultry smile on her lips. He jumped out from the bed and ran after her, not before locking the main door.
The group, after a quick nap (and some extracurricular activities for Rachel and Noah), put on some nice clothes and went in the lobby where the concierge sent them in the restaurant. Waiting for them and surrounded by a few people, there were Mercedes and Artie, who, as soon as they saw their friends, excused themselves and literally ran to greet and hug them all.
Rachel beamed as she hugged Artie and patted him on his chest, saying playfully "Well, aren't you dashing? I might even steal you away from Mercedes" and laughing when she heard the black woman reply "Over my and Puckerman's dead bodies, crazy-cheeks!". The petite brunette was wrapped in her friend's embrace right after and Rachel found herself smiling fondly and holding the other just as tight. "Oh, 'Cedes. I missed you so much. Our sleepovers are not the same without you" said the brown-eyed woman while still trapped in the embrace.
Mercedes smiled and stated "Of course they're not the same; I'm absolutely irreplaceable. But you are kind of irreplaceable too, diva. I still haven't got a lot of friends here. Sure, I'm like an hour away from my parents and my sister and her family live in Los Altos Hills but it's not the same, you know. Artie started to work at the lab just one month ago and I didn't meet many of his colleagues' wives yet so I particularly miss our little group", making Rachel sigh and say "I'm sure that you will find some new friends here too. Sure, no one would be as awesome as we are but you will be fine. And, when you get lonely, you just have to call me and I will be more than happy to keep you company. You just have to be sure that I'm not at the theatre, in which I'm basically living since the opening is so close and the director is driving everyone mad…".
Mercedes looped her arm in the other's, started to walk towards the table (following the others that were being introduced to some family members by Artie) and gushed over her "I'm so excited for you, Rach! You have to tell me everything about the rehearsals! Everything! But first, let me introduce you to…".
Artie's parents were absolutely lovely, poised and polite. His grandma Gladys was an adorable old lady with a very wrinkled face and white hair who, after talking to Rachel for awhile, was trying to set her up with some sort of Artie's cousin, even if she already told her several times that she had a boyfriend.
"But, honey, it would be really lovely to have you in the family as well. You seem like a really good and smart girl. Is there no way that you can ditch said boyfriend and start dating Edmund instead?" said the old lady, making Rachel giggle and blush at the same time while shaking her head. Later that evening, she even introduced Noah to her! She dragged him by the arm and, with a big smile, said to the old lady "Mrs. Abrams, I'd like to introduce you my boyfriend, Noah Puckerman".
Grandma Abrams was staring at him and Puck was doing his best to appear as charming as possible "Mrs. Abrams, it's a pleasure meeting you". The old lady looked absolutely smitten as Puck shoot at her a smouldering smile and looked at Rachel, stating "Well, well, dearie, this just prove how smart you are: I wouldn't let this beefcake go for nothing in the world either! Now I think I just have to find him another date… Do you think that pretty Latina over there is available?" and throwing the young couple in a fit of laughter.
Mercedes' family, on the other hand, was just like her: loud, funny and opinionated. Her mother was definitely the definition of loud and loved to argue with her sister about every kind of TV show, especially Real Housewives of Atlanta. As soon as she found that Rachel was an actress and that she was about to be in an Off-Broadway show, she gushed on her all evening long and told her that she would definitely come to New York and see her show, telling her how she saw the production of 'Cats' when she was younger and fell in love with Broadway so much that every time she happened to be in the City she made a point to see at least on show.
Noah spent the evening talking about football and baseball with Mercedes' brother-in-law, Shane, who was very funny (even if the teams he supported definitely sucked, according to the hazel-eyed man), and talked gibberish with his daughter who was just five months old and was kicking happily in her father's arms. He even held her for a while and laughed loudly when she was beaming at him with her toothless smile, her tiny hands playing with his tie (Yes. Rachel forced him to wear a tie. It was like hell. He was fucking hot and Rachel told him that numerous time but it was still hell for him).
When they all sat down to start dinner, the pastor started to talk about what would happen during the ceremony and what the spouses and the bridal party would do. Everything seemed pretty easy: they just had to follow the instructions of the minister and everything would run smoothly. Mercedes told them that the wedding will be set in the Japanese Friendship Garden and she was so excited about that. She assured them that it was absolutely stunning and that she couldn't wait for them to see it; she just hoped that the weather would have be just as great as the weather reports said because she wanted the ceremony to take place outdoor and not in the Tea House.
When the wife-to-be said the location, Rachel squealed and started to say that she wanted to visit the garden so bad but she was afraid she couldn't do it because of the limited time in the Californian city. She read about it plenty and research about it extensively; knowing that she would manage to visit it and that she would always link it to such a happy event put a huge smile on her face for the rest of the evening.
The evening flew quickly between toasts, laughter and wedding talks. Artie's best man was absolutely hilarious (when the others understood what he was saying): Rory was born and raised in Ireland and, even if he spent every single summer of his life in Chicago with his uncle and aunt – Artie's neighbours, he had a really thick Irish accent.
It was hilarious see how Brittany was more than certain that he was a real Irish leprechaun and was trying to make him grant her three wishes. Finn went particularly along with him… maybe because he was one of the few people who fully understood him (how her brother managed to do that was beyond Rachel; every time she tried to talk with Rory, she had to ask him to talk very slowly!).
The girls also met Mercedes' sister and maid of honour Mona and tried to find out something about the bachelorette party that she organised for the following evening. The only compulsory things, according to the woman, were stilettos. And feeling sexy. Rachel was kind of scared of how the night could turn out while Santana nodded in appreciation at the woman and whistled slowly, with a wicked smirk on her face and saying "Oh, I like how it sounds. Do I have to bring some booze?". Mona put an arm around the Latina's shoulders and stated "Uh! That would be lovely! You know…", walking away from the little group to talk with the black-eyed woman alone.
Okay, now Rachel was definitely scared of how the night could turn out!
Today was one sweet fucking day if you asked Puck.
Sleeping in, lazy morning sex, chilling under the hot Californian sun by the pool with his babe down to a very skimpy bikini next to him. Seriously, this was kind of the perfect day. He was even excited for the bachelor party as he got dressed in his and Rachel's room while she was looking at him from the bed.
The only thing he and the other guys knew about today's party was that they had to wear comfortable clothes because they were going to do some outdoor activities so he just put on a T-Shirt, a pair of jeans with his beat-up Converse.
"Do you have any idea of what are you going to do today?" asked Rachel from her position while he was checking his freshly trimmed mohawk in the mirror. Without diverting his gaze, he answered "Nope. Shane and Rory planned it all by themselves and didn't tell us anything in particular. Just to be in the hall at 5". He checked his phone: he still had half an hour before meeting with the guys.
When he raised his head, he found Rachel biting her bottom lip and staring at an undefined point on the wall: good Lord, his girlfriend thought way too much!
So, since he was kind of a kickass boyfriend, he sat down on the bed and patted at the place next to him, watching as she crawled to him and rested her head on his tight. He caressed her face and dove his hand on her hair before whispering (classy as ever) "Why the fuck are you nervous, crazy cake?". She rolled her eyes and replied flatly "I'm not nervous, Noah" but he promptly rebutted "Bullshit and you know it. Babe, cut the crap and tell me what's wrong with you. I have to be in the lobby in 20".
He watched her as she sighed and asked timidly "Do you think that strippers will be involved in the bachelor party?", which made Puck laugh loudly. Rachel frowned and slapped her boyfriend's chest as she stated seriously "Well, I'm happy that my misery amuses you so much!". Noah kept laughing but managed to say "That would be fucking ironic, don't you think?", which gained another eye-roll from the brown-eyed woman.
When he calmed down a bit, he told her "B, I don't think there will be strippers 'cause I know Artie told the guys that he didn't want any of that… Or something on the line of 'Mercedes would cut my balls if she finds out that there are strippers'; don't remember which one. But even if there are, you know that you have nothing to worry about, right?". His hand was right on her cheek and she leaned at the touch, whispering "It's just… I finally have you all for myself. I don't like to think of some other woman touching you or…".
Her eyes were closed tightly and she could feel the frustration rose from the pit of her stomach but, when she hear Noah say sweetly "Open your eyes, beautiful", it just disappeared and she give him a small sweet smile (she turned to mush every time he called her 'Beautiful'; he didn't use that word very often but when he did… God, she loved him so much).
"Don't worry, babe. You don't have to share me with any other chick. I'm yours" he said seriously before descending and kissing her sweetly. When they broke the kiss, she smiled brightly and told him "I love when you say that. I'm yours, too". "Now, don't go all sap on me" he winked at her, pecking her lips one more time and gently getting up so that he gave her time to move from her position. When Noah glanced one last time at her from the door, Rachel shoot him a big smile and told him "Have fun with the boys and be careful. I love you, honey", laughing loudly when he replied "I love your crazy ass too, babe. See ya later".
Of course, he was the last one to arrive in the lobby and rolled his eyes when the others told him "Puck, we were about to send a rescue squad up there to save you. We thought Rachel might had tied you to keep you there". The mohawked man smirked and stated "If she would had even thought about tide me at the bed, sure as hell I would have ditch your hairy asses and stayed with her", which made his friends laugh (minus Finn, who just glared at him) and tease him for it until Artie, Shane and Rory arrived and loaded them in the van the Irish man rented.
Once inside the vehicle and on the road, Artie asked them "So, where on earth are you taking me? Please, don't make me do anything stupid or reckless. Mercedes will kick my ass if I come back with broken bones or without teeth, like in 'The Hangover'; she wants a perfect wedding photo shoot and I can't be as hot as I usually am without teeth. And I don't think she will be down to keep a tiger in the backyard either" but the New Yorkers just told him that they had no idea at all while Artie's future brother-in-law and Rory just shrugged his shoulders and shared a knowing glance, still not leaking any detail about the day ahead of them.
The guys joked for the whole ride (which was quite short) but the shenanigans stopped when Shane parked the van in front of a grey building with a bright red sign. As soon as they understood what they were going to do, Puck started to laugh out loud, Artie whispered in disbelieve "Are you guys kidding me?" while Mike and Sam high-fived excitedly, stating "This is going to be freaking epic!". The only people who stayed silent were Blaine and Finn who were looking at the others a little bit confused. Their behaviour was easily explained when the tallest one asked "What does it mean 'Laser Tag'?" and Blaine nodded in agreement, pointing at Finn and saying "What he said".
Puck's mouth flew open and said slowly "You have to be fucking kidding me. Do you really not know how to play laser tag? I mean, not totally surprised about Anderson 'cause he's gay", which was met by the petite man's cries "Hey! That's stereotypical and homophobic!", but, then, the hazel-eyed man kept going "but you, Hudson; you should know about that. it's a sort of rite of passage for teenage boys! Like seeing the first pair of boobs or shave for the first time".
When Blaine didn't receive any type of recognition or excuse, the curly man just rolled his eyes and shook his head: even if dating Rachel improved Puck's behaviour a bit, deep down inside he was still an uncouth hooligan. Thank God Blaine knew that he was like that and he didn't mean to say that out of spite because, after all, he was a great friend. With a shitty sense of humour but a great friend nonetheless.
Mike explained quickly to the two guys what was Laser Tag as the group entered the building and the clerk, after talking to Shane, led them to a room full of black vests with some colourful led on them. The young clerk explained briefly the rules of the game and how the equipment worked. Before giving them the vests, he informed them that they had to follow some pretty basic rule of conduct, at which Noah rolled his eyes in annoyance but nodded anyway.
Once the teams were made (Artie, Rory, Puck and Blaine VS Shane, Mike, Sam and Finn) and the guns handed to them, the guys entered the external arena and the two teams split, looking for their own bases and figuring out which strategy they should follow. Suddenly, a female electronic voice went on and started the countdown "3…2…1… Game On".
Puck immediately run behind a block while Blaine tried to sneak a peak at what the others were doing. The perfectly coiffed man spotted Sam and, after a quick sign to his companion, the two men started to aim their laser at their blond friend who, caught off-guard, yelled "Fuck!" and tried to find a place to hide because, since they caught him, his gun was off for ten minutes. However, the duo ran right after him, with Noah still shooting at his best friend (and increasing the time off for Sam's gun) and yelling at his teammate "Anderson, watch my back!".
In fact, a couple of seconds later, Mike appeared from behind a wall (alarmed by the blonde's desperate cries for help) and raised his gun to shoot them. Blaine tried to catch him but the Asian was a fucking ninja and his laser was the fastest of the two, putting in time out Blaine's gun. The short man tried to look for a way out but his only way out there was blocked by Mike so the only thing he could do was watching his lean friend smile wickedly and went to pull the gun's trigger again.
Mike's smile disappeared when a "Pow pow pow" was heard. Puck shot at him and, with a smirk, he stated "Chang, you should know that Puckfasa can wipe the floor with your ninja ass", aiming at the Asian once again. However, Chang was really fast and managed to run away before being shot at again.
Blaine beamed at him and said jokingly "Aw, Puck, I knew that deep inside you have a soft spot for me. You love me, Puckerman. Should I tell Rachel about that?". Puck laughed out loud and said "Shut your trap and go ahead, Anderson! Just trying to save your sorry ass, man. You really suck at this. Now let's kick some losers' asses and be careful 'cause your gun is still off", patting the other man's shoulder and walking away (Blaine following him) acting like a real soldier.
Two hours, four games, one feud with another team (in which the average age was, like, 10) and numerous swears after, the eight grown-ups finally left the building, laughing and teasing one another for their ability (or better, inability) at laser tag.
Once again in the van, they stopped for dinner before moving on to the next activity. Artie looked at where they were and told them sarcastically "McDonald's drive-thru, guys? Classy. It's not like I'm getting married anyway", which made his friends snicker. Mike poked the future groom with his elbow and teased him "Oh, come on, Artie! You're basically already married to Mercedes; I don't even know why we're doing a bachelor party! So you get what you get and don't whine. Big Mac, Double Quarter Pounder or McRib?".
By the time they arrived to their next stop, the van was literally a pigpen, full of Coca-Cola cups, burgers' boxes and cardboard potatoes wraps. And, just to raise the intellectual level in the van, the guys were involved in a burp contest. Blaine and Rory, who were the most finicky of the group, were torn between being grossed out and being slightly amused.
When they got off of the van, the noise of loud engines diverted the guys' attention from the contest and Finn immediately lighted up, saying excitedly "Go-Karts! Now, this is something I good at! I'm going to beat you all!". "What?! You're delusional, Finn!" screeched Sam while Puck laughed out loud and stated "In your dreams, Finnessa! I think they don't even have karts for freaking tallish guys like you! And… I'm a fucking dragon on the kart; you're all doomed!".
As they were putting their gear on (and the clerk was having a hard time trying a suit big enough for Finn, which made the guys take the piss out of him for the rest of the evening), Puck's phone went off and an envelope appeared on the screen. He checked on it and read
From: Rachel* "Hi honey, are you guys having fun? I'm about to meet with the girls in the lobby. Say hello to everybody. Love you"
Noah went to type his answer but, then, an idea started to play in his brain. "Trouty Mouth, come here!" he called for his roommate, who rolled his eyes and muttered something from under the helmet. Puck extended his phone to the blonde as the latter took the helmet off and eyed suspiciously at the phone device. "Puck, I'm not going to put your phone in the locker for you. You have legs, go for yourself" stated the Tennessee guy and frowned a little when his best friend pushed his phone in his hands anyway. He was about to say something but Noah was quicker and told him "I don't want you to put it down, moron. I want you to take a picture of me to send Rach! Chicks dig men in shit like this!", indicating himself in the racing suit.
Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest and demanded "Ask nicely!", which made Puck roll his eyes and say "If you take this fucking picture, then I'm going to take one of you too to send Quinn. Deal?". That was enough to make Sam beam at him and take the pic (fin-fucking-ally). When he finally got rid of the man who was now happily sending the image to his girlfriend, Puck send his babe his pic with a text attached.
To: Rachel* "Ur man is 1 fucking hot kart driver, babe"
The response came right after.
From: Rachel* "You look really handsome indeed, honey. Be careful and have fun with the go-karts! See you later XO P.s. Watch out for Finn; he's a really good kart driver. Dad, he and I used to spent Sunday afternoon at the kart circuit in Lima"
Archived in his personal spank-bank the image of his girlfriend with a racing suit, the group started to move and, after watching a short video with safety instruction, the guys hopped on their karts and positioned themselves on the start line, waiting for the clerk to wave the flag and start the race. There were a couple of more drivers but were competing in the indoor track so they had the outdoor one all for themselves.
They had a blast on the track, trying to surpass one another: they were all really competitive! They found out that Finn was really great at it! He basically won the majority of the races but that didn't save him from the jokes about his attire (the suit was still too small and the ankles and wrists were on display. It was too funny to not say anything about that!).
The jokes about Finn being a giant and not fitting in the racing suit continued even hours later when the group went to a bar for drinks and fried chicken wings. It was only a coincidence that it was also karaoke's night. Artie sang almost every Michael freaking Jackson's song on the song list and it was so damn funny watch a plastered Artie trying to do the moonwalk and almost falling from the makeshift stage! The guy was such a lightweight: he definitely didn't know how to handle his vodka.
He was drinking his fifth beer that his phone went off again and, when he saw the picture that Rachel sent him, he almost spat his beer all over Sam's face.
The lights in the room where his girlfriend was were soft and reddish and she was perched sensually on a pole. Rachel was upside down. Her hair falling in long dark locks and part of her stomach in display because her top was raised a bit by gravity while her hands were gripping the pole behind her back. Her long legs were bare thanks to her black shorts and tightened around the pole; her right ankle crossed on her left knee and the left leg stretched straight. The text attached was
From: Rachel* "Ur woman is 1 fucking hot pole dancer, babe ;)"
…The fuck?!
This is it for the bachelor party! Did you like it? I really hope so! Write me your opinions about it; I love to read your review!
Up next: Bachelorette party and an interesting conversation!
See you soon!