"Ward. Get your ass out here. We want to see!"Fitz called as Ward changed into his suit.
"Just hold your horses Fitz." Ward replied from behind the curtain.
"I just want to see what an idiot you look." Fitz jested.
"Geez, thanks a bunch Fitz. Way to make me feel better!" Ward snarked, pulling back the curtain. He stood in front of Fitz, who froze, his breakfast bagel halfway to his mouth.
"I take it back. If I swung that way I would totally do you in that." Fitz told him.
"It looks ok?" Ward asked tentitavley.
"It looks great Ward." Coulson told him, punching Fitz on the shoulder.
"Not quite. It needs a little adjusting. Step onto the podium and we can mark it up and we can send you on your way." The assistant told him.
Ward did as he was told and an hour later he, Fitz, Coulson, Rob and Kain were headed to meet the girls before they got on their train to Glasgow.
"Skye! Hold still. I can't get this button to close!" Simmons complained as she learned how to fasten Skye into her dress.
Skye stopped fidgeting and Simmons fastened the last button. Skye walked out into the shop and the shop assistant made sure it fit her in all of the right places. It turns out it was a couple of inches too long so the assistant pinned it and Skye went to take the dress off. The assistant helped pull it over her head so she wouldn't stab herself with a pin. The whole process didn't take long and before they knew it they were headed to the train station to meet the boys. When May and Simmons learned that Fitz was taking Ward to Glasgow for his bachelor party they decided to take Skye to a spa up there, so they made the decision to all go together.
They all settled into their seats for the 12 hour journey and started to play games. The girls started playing Snap with one deck of card that they brought and the boys started playing cheat with the other.
The girls gave up playing snap when May won every hand as her reaction time was better than the others, whereas the boys gave up on cheat when Ward won every game and they couldn't figure out how he was doing it.
They moved onto a group game of scrabble, which turned dirty as they got in the spirit of their celebrations.
"There better not be one of those" Skye said when Fitz played the word 'stripper'.
After Scrabble was exhausted they turned their attentions to individual activities. Ward got his book out. Coulson sat in the aisle seat, talking across to May. Kain was sleeping; Fitz was working something out in a notebook. Amber was doodling something on a jotter and Skye and Simmons were sat talking in hushed voices. Rob and Sue, who had got their ticket seperatley sat at the other end of the carriage.
"So you and Fitz are making a go of it?" Skye asked a rather embarrassed Simmons.
"How did you know?" Simmons hissed.
"When we got home last night we saw the two of you walking down the street hand in hand." Skye said innocently.
"So you caught us?" Simmons asked horrified.
"Yeah. But it's ok. We all knew it was going to happen eventually. Why didn't you tell us?" Skye asked her.
"We were planning on it after the wedding, when we were sure about it."
They changed trains in Manchester and once they had settled into their new seats Coulson pulled out a game of Monopoly. The one game where everyone stood a chance against Ward and May.
They were still playing as the train pulled into Glasgow. They quickly stuffed the game into its box and jumped off the train. They followed Fitz to the hotel they were going to be staying at and settled into their rooms.
That night the boys were going out while the girls stayed in and the following day the girls were going to the spa while the boys recovered. That evening they were going to go out to dinner as a group before heading back the following day.
They were in the first pub on the crawl and Fitz explained the rules.
"We go from pub to pub, having a whiskey in each."
"Neat or on the rocks?" Ward asked. He didn't like the sound of this.
"Your preference." Fitz told them, before ordering a round from the bar tender.
"Bottoms up!" he called as he passed out the drinks
They all downed their drinks in one. Fitz surprised Ward once more by standing on his bar stool and blowing an air horn.
"Ladies. My friend here is on a Stag Hag. Shall we show him how we do it"? he called to the crowded bar.
Four hours later Fitz led an almost paralytic Ward into the last bar on their tour. Except, he forgot to tell Ward to duck and he walked straight into a low hanging beam and landed on his ass. When Coulson and Rob picked him up off the floor Fitz put yet another whiskey into his hand. They were all very drunk and would probably regret most of it in the morning.
Coulson laughed as the girls stared at Ward and, one by one, went up to kiss him. When all of the girls had had their fun last orders were called and Coulson got in the last round of drinks.
Once the drinks were disposed of Rob got hold of a taxi number and dialled it to get them back to the hotel, before Fitz pointed out that he had chosen the hotel so that they were pretty much there by the time they had finished the pub crawl.
They all staggered back to the hotel and decided it would be best to call it a night. They didn't expect to come face to face with the girls.
Skye laughed when she saw Ward being propped up by Coulson and Rob. She laughed even harder when she realised he had about a hundred lipstick lip prints on his face.
May was impressed how wasted Fitz had got Ward. He could usually handle his alcohol, but Fitz had clearly done a good job on him.
"What the hell did you do to him?" Simmons shouted.
"Stag Hag." Fitz told her, slurring his words slightly.
"What did you do to his face?"
"Tradition to tell all of the women in a bar who a stag is and then they kiss his face, leaving marks. Usually you don't need to tell them by the second bar. The number of lips gives it away."
"You hit him round the head?" Simmons asked, noticing Ward's eyes were starting to float in different directions.
"No. Wait, no. We did not hit him on the head." Fitz said, confusing Simmons.
Simmons turned to Coulson, who appeared to be the most sober of the group.
"He walked head first into a low flying beam."
"Great... A drunk with concussion. I better stay with him tonight, make sure he's ok." Simmons said, slightly irritated that Fitz had allowed this to happen.
"I'm not drunk? Am I?" Ward slurred.
A scream from behind promptly put an end to the discussion. Everyone looked to see Kain had caught Amber around the waist and was unsuccessfully trying to tickle her, completely forgetting she wasn't ticklish.
Together they managed to get all of the boys into their beds. While Skye cleaned the lipstick off Ward's face Simmons made a bed for herself on the room's sofa. Together they put him into bed and propped him up so he wouldn't choke if he vomited.