Williams-McGarrett Bachelor Party at The Catscratch Club [dated to late November]

[poison_lipstick]

To Saffron's way of thinking, it was a given that any good bachelor party would be held at a strip club. Something about saying goodbye to being single and hello to a lifetime with the same person really needed a send-off involving drinking and sexy people taking their clothes off set to music and possibly a pair or two of boobs in the groom's face

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[haolehothead]

Truth be told, Danny feels like a grade-A idiot wearing the clothes that Rachel had set out for him. He's gonna do it, sure, because he loves her and he owes her, but he feels like an idiot, which is why he's managed to knock back about three shots in a row and is currently nursing a beer to try and make the momentary panic attacks go away at the thought that people might be looking at him.

He searches through the crowd, desperate to find Rachel or Neil (seeing as he's yet to see Steve) and beg for a calming massage or lapdance or whatever it is that stops your whole body from humming with freakish nerves.

[little_moons]

"You wanna tell me why Rachel made me put on this stupid fuckin' outfit?" I ask with a smirk, knowing damn well why she wanted me to dress like this, and why Helen's in a tank and cargo pants.

"You look nervous," I tease, then, leaning in closer and breaking out in a grin, I ask, "Are you wearin' eyeliner?"

[haolehothead]

Danny practically chokes on his beer when he gets an eyeful of Neil in an outfit that is terrifyingly representational of Danny on his best days. "And yes, I'm wearing eyeliner. Blame the pregnant woman who whined and begged and pulled every dirty trick in the bag because she's not able to give me a lapdance. And you're dressed like a professional, you are dressed like men on the job should."

[little_moons]

"What job?" I ask, reaching out and hooking a finger in the belt loop of his leather pants. "Not this one. I'm pretty sure whatever I'm wearin' is supposed to be break-away, for this job."

[haolehothead]

"I'm being nice to Rachel," he says with a scowl. "Actually, tonight is otherwise known as 'get Steve to screw me' night, so I may be calling on your fine talents later on for a lapdance or whatever you can do to make me look halfway like I'm ready to get my freak on with someone else."

[little_moons]

"That's kinda what I'm here for," I admit, and when he scowls, all that does is make me grin wider, "I guess I'm standin' in for Rachel, since she's not dancin'."

[haolehothead]

Danny looks Neil over (and all the way up, lamenting the fact that everyone is so much goddamn taller than him in the process). "Look, fair warning, because I kind of adore you," he says, "In that friendly way. If Steve's here, there's a minor chance he's gonna go caveman. Minor. I'm pretty sure I've taught him manners."

[little_moons]

"I can handle it," I promise, still grinning crookedly and shifting closer. Not a lot, but enough that he'll notice.

"You adore me?" I tease, "That's sweet."

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, I adore you, why shouldn't I?" Danny demands, with an arch of his brow. He gives Neil a smirk as he gets closer and goes all-in, wrapping his arm around Neil's shoulders to haul him in for a half-hug. "You're a good Dad, you're a great friend besides that. Seriously, we met because you were doing a thing for Mattie -- a great thing."

[little_moons]

"Oh my God, shut the fuck up," I laugh, pushing him away halfheartedly, "How the fuck am I even supposed to give you a lapdance with you talkin' like my goddamn mom or somethin'?"

[haolehothead]

"You want me to talk dirty, cuz I'm good at that," Danny supplies helpfully, fellating the straw of his drink as he sucks back a good half of a whiskey sour at once. "Seriously, you should ask my ex, sometime, if she ever deigns to show her face here."

[little_moons]

"Don't you think Steve'd be a better judge?" I ask, arching a brow at the way he's working that goddamn straw.

"So, I'm supposed to be makin' him jealous? You're just usin' me. I think my feelings might be hurt."

[haolehothead]

"What, of how lewd I can get?" Danny echoes with a smirk, slurping up one last sip and leaving it alone, for now. "He knows. He likes it, and he knows. And I don't know, for the most part, I just want to enjoy myself tonight. Any by-product of jealousy is totally Steve-contingent. He's fine with Rachel throwing herself at me, so who knows what the inside of his brain looks like."

[little_moons]

"And Rachel does have better tits than me. I can't be much competition for him," I tease, prying the glass out of his hand with a smirk and setting it on the bar.

"So, you want that dance or not?"

[haolehothead]

Danny's already searching for a chair, shaking his head and giving Neil a bemused look. "You gotta, you just have to lose the tie, babe," he pleads. "Or I'm gonna have visions of me doing this to myself and I am nowhere near that narcissistic."

[little_moons]

"You're not the only person in the fucking world to ever wear a tie, sweetheart," I smirk, rolling my eyes and working loose the knot at the base of my throat.