[PARTY LOG!]

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BACHELOR PARTY LOG

Past 7 pm on the night of the 30th of July, two days before his wedding, Mr. Dr. Edward Anthony Mason Cullen finds himself being abducted, against his will, by his stronger and far more obnoxious brother. One by the name of Emmett(nem) McCarty Cullen

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[The Bar]

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The bartender is a happy, cheerful fellow who doesn't question the age of his drinkers and doesn't know why he's being asked to mix mysteriously red liquid with his collection of alcohol.

He also has food. Both dead and alive. Just ask if you want a little more jump to your meal. 8)

Re: [The Bar]

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Badou peered suspiciously at the drink the bartender had cheerfully given him.

It didn't taste like a Shirley Temple. And he'd ordered a goddamned Fosters.

He was beginning to realise exactly why the bartender was so cheerful, and resolved to remind the man that sharing was caring later in the night.

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Haine had grabbed a bottle of vodka from behind the bar. And was happily downing it. "Want some?" he asked Badou, holding out the bottle.

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Sliding easily into a stool next to his BFF, the smoker held up the suspicious glass to Haine and frowned. "Doesn't this look a little.. thick?" He noticed the rate Haine was chugging the bottle, eye flicking at the crowd. "Bit much, huh? Go easy on that shit. You're gonna end up admitting your painfully embarassing crush on Emmett's calves."

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Haine shrugged. "Why, does it taste weird?" He sighed. "I'll be fine. This just. Makes it easier." He took another swig. "And don't ever mention that shit ever again."

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Badou absently pushed the shifty drink towards his partner, filching the vodka bottle amiably enough from Haine's hands. "'They're just like... toned and like tan and ...shit. Like those brown rocks. Sandstone,'" he quoted listlessly. Badou had a great memory when it came to blackmail.

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"They're not tan, asshole, he's a vampire. I didn't say that, and you're making shit up," Haine said, growling. "That's what you said about Leah's calves like. Three months ago. Ass." He took a sip of Badou's drink. "Holy shit, I think this has blood in it."

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"Oh," rasped Badou, tipping back vodka, smiling with the fond memory of getting laid by the fine piece of tail [hohoho] that was Leah Clearwater. "You're right. ...What blood what?"

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Haine scowled at Badou's fond memory-ing. "Blood," he said. "I think I've had enough in my mouth to know what that shit tastes like."

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"Word up," nodded Badou. Mistaking Haine's scowl for something else entirely, the redhead slung a companionable arm around his partner's shoulders. "Lets do some fucking shots. Then you can forget about the stupid fucking crowd."

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Haine nodded, leaning over to pilfer a few shot glasses from behind the bar. "You cool with vodka, or you want to grab something else?"

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"I'm cool with the vodka," rasped the other man towards the floor, as he was lighting up a new cigarette.

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Haine poured shots. "Vodka it is. Do a toast."

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Badou thought for a moment, lifting his glass to Haine's. "To Edward finally getting sucked, rather than doing the sucking!"

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Haine snorted. "You are inhumanly brilliant at making up toasts." He lifted his glass, and they both took them. "Another?" he asked, already pouring.

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"You have your cock poems, I have my toasts," grinned Badou. Taking his glass again, he cheered, "To catering companies the world over, we know where you live and we want more deviled eggs!"