Mission: Impossible
Title: Mission: Impossible
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lizzie Anderson, Hannah Johnson, Caitlin McCallahan, Michael Malone, assorted strippers.
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: When Lizzie says she doesn’t want a bachelorette party, her friends feel the need to correct that for her.
Author’s Note: A slightly belated Christmas gift for afteriwake who asked for Lizzie’s Bachelorette party.
Disclaimer: All either mine or afteriwake’s. Steal and we break fingers.
“No.”
“Lizzie. You can’t be-”
“No.”
Hannah was affronted. More than affronted, she was simply baffled. She wasn’t sure what her friend was getting at, but she certainly couldn’t be saying what she thought Lizzie was saying. “Are you seriously saying that you don’t want a bachelorette party?”
“I’m having a bridal shower, aren’t I?” Lizzie shrugged. “I don’t need anything more than that.”
“Liz,” Cait sighed, moving forward before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “A bridal shower and a bachelorette party are two completely different things.”
“I’m pretty sure that Robert is having a bachelor party,” Hannah pointed out. “Are you sure that this is what you want?”
“Yes,” Lizzie sighed, running a hand over her face. “No bachelorette party. I’m fine without one, and you guys would just go crazy with strippers and alcohol-”
“Of course!” Hannah interrupted. “That’s what they’re for.”
“Well, I don’t need that,” Lizzie sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Really. The night before my wedding I want to just-go to bed early and spend a quiet evening with myself.” She paused, glancing down at her watching, before looking back up at her friends with a smile. “So if there isn’t anything else-”
“No,” Cait sighed. “Clearly we can’t change your mind.”
“Thank you,” Lizzie sighed, before grabbing her bag and heading out of the restaurant. Hannah and Cait just watched her leave, determined expressions on their faces.
“We’re so not letting this go, are we?”
“No, we are not.”
***
“So she doesn’t want a bachelorette party?” Michael stared back at Hannah for a moment, before blinking at her. “What?”
“I know, right?” Hannah said, shaking her head. “It’s insane.”
“Everyone has an end of bachelorhood party these days,” he replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “She’s breaking with tradition here.”
“Tell me about it,” Hannah sighed. “I love her to death, and she’ll still be my maid of honor regardless, but Michael-if I ever get married, promise me you’ll throw my shindig. And make it awesome.”
“You got it,” he nodded. “But what to do about Miss Lizzie?”
“She wants ‘a quiet evening alone,’” Hannah rolled her eyes again. “I say let’s not give her what she wants.”
“What do you think she would want?”
“Oh, I’m thinking lots of booze, a couple strippers, and a gorgeous hotel suite.” She hesitated, before sighing heavily. “But let’s do it the night before the night before so that she’s not all hungover and nauseous on her wedding day.”
Michael smirked at her, before reaching over and patting her hand lightly. “I know how much it pained you to say that. You’re a good friend.”
“Damn straight,” Hannah sighed. “Alright-I’m putting you in charge of strippers and entertainment.”
“If I’m picking the strippers, does that mean I’m invited?”
“Only if you pick good ones,” Hannah smirked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“So that leaves me in charge of food and booze, and Cait is taking care of Plan: Distract Lizzie. Is there anything else I’m missing?”
“The gorgeous hotel suite so no one has to drive?”
“Right,” she nodded. “I’ll have Cait do that too.”
“This is gonna be awesome,” he grinned.
“Yes,” she said with a grin. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t hate us too much by the end of it.”
***
Lizzie knew what was going on by the time they reached the door of the hotel room.
“I can’t believe you guys did this!” Lizzie protested, trying to pull away from Cait, but the girl had a death grip on her forearm. “I told you I didn’t want a bachelorette party.”
“Lizzie, we’re your best friends and we love you,” Hannah began, readjusting her own death grip on the other side of the bride-to-be. “But this is something where we had to interfere for your own good. You have earned a night to let loose and have fun. And we even did it the day before the day before your wedding so that you won’t be all hungover for the big day!”
“Hannah-” Lizzie protested, but then the door was opening, and Michael was sitting on one of the chairs in the sweet, looking up at the stripper in front of him with a dazed look on his face. “-oh my God.”
“Get in there, Liz-” Hannah said as she and Cait gave her a shove at the same time. “You only live once!”
***
When she woke up the next morning, Lizzie felt like there was a drumline playing in her head. There was a bit of a groan as she rolled away from the bright light and towards the soft body next to her, but it was rather evident when a hand landed on a body part that her fiancé wasn’t supposed to have that she was not where she was supposed to be.
“I hate you,” she groaned, moving her hand away and using it to cover her face instead.
“You love me and you know it,” Cait’s voice smirked back at her. “You totally just tried to get to second base. But I’m afraid I have to tell you no-there is another.”
“Bitch,” Lizzie smirked, before shifting so that she was curling into Cait in a more acceptable way. “The stripper I got a lap dance from last night had a great ass.”
“You actually remember that?”
“That’s about all I remember.”
Cait laughed. “Was it better or worse than Robert’s?”
She considered that for a moment. “Not worse. Just-different.”
“Different is good.”
“That it is.”
There was a brief moment of silence as the two of them started to wake up more, before Cait spoke up again. “You’re getting married tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Lizzie replied softly. “Yeah, I am.”
“Sure this is the right thing?”
Lizzie’s eyes opened at this point, cringing at the glaring light coming from the window, but relaxing when Hannah stumbled into the room, pulling the curtains closed with a grumble. “I didn’t tell them to turn on the sun.” With that she was ambling back to the bed, curling up on the other side of Lizzie with a sigh. “Sure of what?”
“Marrying Robert,” Cait supplied, before turning her attention back to Lizzie. “Well?”
“Probably more sure than I’ve been of anything else.”
“Good,” Cait nodded, before wrapping her friend in a hug. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lizzie Anderson, Hannah Johnson, Caitlin McCallahan, Michael Malone, assorted strippers.
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: When Lizzie says she doesn’t want a bachelorette party, her friends feel the need to correct that for her.
Author’s Note: A slightly belated Christmas gift for afteriwake who asked for Lizzie’s Bachelorette party.
Disclaimer: All either mine or afteriwake’s. Steal and we break fingers.
“No.”
“Lizzie. You can’t be-”
“No.”
Hannah was affronted. More than affronted, she was simply baffled. She wasn’t sure what her friend was getting at, but she certainly couldn’t be saying what she thought Lizzie was saying. “Are you seriously saying that you don’t want a bachelorette party?”
“I’m having a bridal shower, aren’t I?” Lizzie shrugged. “I don’t need anything more than that.”
“Liz,” Cait sighed, moving forward before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “A bridal shower and a bachelorette party are two completely different things.”
“I’m pretty sure that Robert is having a bachelor party,” Hannah pointed out. “Are you sure that this is what you want?”
“Yes,” Lizzie sighed, running a hand over her face. “No bachelorette party. I’m fine without one, and you guys would just go crazy with strippers and alcohol-”
“Of course!” Hannah interrupted. “That’s what they’re for.”
“Well, I don’t need that,” Lizzie sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Really. The night before my wedding I want to just-go to bed early and spend a quiet evening with myself.” She paused, glancing down at her watching, before looking back up at her friends with a smile. “So if there isn’t anything else-”
“No,” Cait sighed. “Clearly we can’t change your mind.”
“Thank you,” Lizzie sighed, before grabbing her bag and heading out of the restaurant. Hannah and Cait just watched her leave, determined expressions on their faces.
“We’re so not letting this go, are we?”
“No, we are not.”
***
“So she doesn’t want a bachelorette party?” Michael stared back at Hannah for a moment, before blinking at her. “What?”
“I know, right?” Hannah said, shaking her head. “It’s insane.”
“Everyone has an end of bachelorhood party these days,” he replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “She’s breaking with tradition here.”
“Tell me about it,” Hannah sighed. “I love her to death, and she’ll still be my maid of honor regardless, but Michael-if I ever get married, promise me you’ll throw my shindig. And make it awesome.”
“You got it,” he nodded. “But what to do about Miss Lizzie?”
“She wants ‘a quiet evening alone,’” Hannah rolled her eyes again. “I say let’s not give her what she wants.”
“What do you think she would want?”
“Oh, I’m thinking lots of booze, a couple strippers, and a gorgeous hotel suite.” She hesitated, before sighing heavily. “But let’s do it the night before the night before so that she’s not all hungover and nauseous on her wedding day.”
Michael smirked at her, before reaching over and patting her hand lightly. “I know how much it pained you to say that. You’re a good friend.”
“Damn straight,” Hannah sighed. “Alright-I’m putting you in charge of strippers and entertainment.”
“If I’m picking the strippers, does that mean I’m invited?”
“Only if you pick good ones,” Hannah smirked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“So that leaves me in charge of food and booze, and Cait is taking care of Plan: Distract Lizzie. Is there anything else I’m missing?”
“The gorgeous hotel suite so no one has to drive?”
“Right,” she nodded. “I’ll have Cait do that too.”
“This is gonna be awesome,” he grinned.
“Yes,” she said with a grin. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t hate us too much by the end of it.”
***
Lizzie knew what was going on by the time they reached the door of the hotel room.
“I can’t believe you guys did this!” Lizzie protested, trying to pull away from Cait, but the girl had a death grip on her forearm. “I told you I didn’t want a bachelorette party.”
“Lizzie, we’re your best friends and we love you,” Hannah began, readjusting her own death grip on the other side of the bride-to-be. “But this is something where we had to interfere for your own good. You have earned a night to let loose and have fun. And we even did it the day before the day before your wedding so that you won’t be all hungover for the big day!”
“Hannah-” Lizzie protested, but then the door was opening, and Michael was sitting on one of the chairs in the sweet, looking up at the stripper in front of him with a dazed look on his face. “-oh my God.”
“Get in there, Liz-” Hannah said as she and Cait gave her a shove at the same time. “You only live once!”
***
When she woke up the next morning, Lizzie felt like there was a drumline playing in her head. There was a bit of a groan as she rolled away from the bright light and towards the soft body next to her, but it was rather evident when a hand landed on a body part that her fiancé wasn’t supposed to have that she was not where she was supposed to be.
“I hate you,” she groaned, moving her hand away and using it to cover her face instead.
“You love me and you know it,” Cait’s voice smirked back at her. “You totally just tried to get to second base. But I’m afraid I have to tell you no-there is another.”
“Bitch,” Lizzie smirked, before shifting so that she was curling into Cait in a more acceptable way. “The stripper I got a lap dance from last night had a great ass.”
“You actually remember that?”
“That’s about all I remember.”
Cait laughed. “Was it better or worse than Robert’s?”
She considered that for a moment. “Not worse. Just-different.”
“Different is good.”
“That it is.”
There was a brief moment of silence as the two of them started to wake up more, before Cait spoke up again. “You’re getting married tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Lizzie replied softly. “Yeah, I am.”
“Sure this is the right thing?”
Lizzie’s eyes opened at this point, cringing at the glaring light coming from the window, but relaxing when Hannah stumbled into the room, pulling the curtains closed with a grumble. “I didn’t tell them to turn on the sun.” With that she was ambling back to the bed, curling up on the other side of Lizzie with a sigh. “Sure of what?”
“Marrying Robert,” Cait supplied, before turning her attention back to Lizzie. “Well?”
“Probably more sure than I’ve been of anything else.”
“Good,” Cait nodded, before wrapping her friend in a hug. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”