Ian's bachelor party was INSANE. He started at the club first, where the tables turned and he got a lap dance for once. The guys from work and him got sloppy drunk on apple-tinis and shots, then they moved to a dance club across town. Ian danced until he couldn't feel his feet, grinding with every man he could get his hands on. Of course, Mickey would have murdered them if he found out, but hey, what's the point of a bachelor party if you can't have a little fun?

Lip really wasn't about the gay dance club scene, so they had a couple of beers before-hand and sat on the roof. Lip, being his brother's best friend, was more than a little concerned about the whole marrying Mickey Milkovich thing, but out of respect for Ian, he tried to keep it to himself. Until now.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this? Lip asked as he threw a beer can off the roof and passed the joint to Ian. "You know, with the wedding and everything?"

"Yeah of course, why wouldn't I?" Ian took a puff from the joint, chugged the rest of his beer, and threw the can off the roof as well. Their front yard was going to look like shit in the morning.

"It's just, you guy's haven't exactly had the most conventional of relationships."

Ian laughed and took another puff. "That's an understatement. Our relationship has been all kinds of fucked up, but I love him."

Lip nodded and smiled at his best friend. "Okay. Then let's get you married."

And although Ian loved Mickey more than anything, he couldn't help but let his stripper side go wild on his final night of singledom. The most beautiful man came up behind Ian while he was ordering another round of shots at the bar and rested his hands on Ian's hips. Ian turned around to find himself inches away from a tall, dark, and handsome man with just enough facial hair to make him drool. "Why hello there."

"Excuse my foward-ness, I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. Would you like to dance?" This man's voice was deep and sexy and Ian had butterflies in his stoumach as he spoke. "Okay." Ian squeaked out.

Ian could barely believe it. Him and this gorgeous man were grinding in the club, their hips glued together as if they were one person. The air was electric, and every single inch of Ian's skin was tingling. He felt a little guilty, sure, but it was his bachelor party, and Ian wasn't going to let Mickey's insane jealousy ruin it.

The mysterious man's hands covered every inch of Ian's upper body. One hand finally rested on Ian's hip, while the other started by grazing his ribs and slowly moved down to Ian's other hip and then even lower. When the hand grabbed Ian's crotch, he couldn't help but moan a little. And that's when Ian's eyes shot open, and he remembered that he was getting married the next day, and he turned around and peeled himself off of the other man's body.

"What's wrong?" The stranger whispered in a husky voice that made Ian shudder all over again. "I, uh... I'm getting married tomorrow so I really shouldn't."

"All the more reason to," The man groaned as his hand went down to Ian's groin once again and grazed over it.

Ian grinned his shit-eating grin but moved the hand away. "I'm sorry." He then left the dance floor and went outside for a smoke. That's where he ran into Ned.

"Well hey there gingersnap," Ned greeted as he walked up to Ian. "Need a light?"

Ian was mostly speechless. "Sure." Ned lit his cigarette and leaned against the wall of the club next to Ian.

"Haven't seen you around in a while. Where have you been?" Ned looked Ian up and down and smiled. "You look great."

Ian looked at his feet, avoiding eye contact from Ned. "I've been pretty busy, preparing for my wedding."

"Ah. Well then. I should get going, I have a very cute dark and handsome man waiting for me on that dance floor. I'll see you around," Ned said, grazing his hand along Ian's abs as he walked away. Ian pictured Ned and the mysterious man together and lost his half-boner altogether. He put out his cigarette and walked away.