Bachelor party time!

[dice_addict]

Ryuuji took a final glance at the portal. It led straight into the bar that had been hired for the afternoon, and the transportation circle glowed a bright, clear blue at about waist-height for an average man

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[estebanmd]

Stephen knew there was going to be something termed a bachelor party, and that this was a traditional thing. Beyond that, he had not the slightest idea what was in store, and was blithely writing some speculations about the possibility of evil clowns being monotremes when Ryuuji arrived at his office. "Time already, then?" He got up from his desk and retrieved his coat, much less hideous than other coats he had been known to wear, but nothing particularly fashionable either.

[dice_addict]

"Yup! Let's--" Ryuuji tried not to wince at the sight of the coat. "Go."

Maybe he should get Stephen some new clothing to go with the chinaware he'd bought as the wedding gift (blue and green patterned, of course). Then again, considering his taste in clothing, Stephen would probably never wear it. Unless River talked him into it, and even that was doubtful.

Why was the world so cruel?

[estebanmd]

"Lead on," said Stephen cheerily. The portal itself was not as disconcerting as Stephen had expected. Not much different than Apparation, really, which Stephen had finally learned by auditing the Robot Devil's most recent class (not recent at all). Nor did the bar look in any way objectionable.

Yet.

[dice_addict]

"Awesome." Ryuuji would have suggested blindfolding Stephen, leading him, getting him to sit down and then having Homsar do a lapdance but, well, this was Stephen. Blindfolding probably wasn't something he'd agree to.

There was already someone there, his erstwhile opponent for the Slytherin race, no less! Still, Ryuuji gave him a cheerful wave and tilted his head at Stephen, "Hey, let's go sit down? It looks like the others aren't quite here yet."

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion was unfamilliar with this particular custom, and so wasn't sure if he ought to bring something. He eventually decided it was fine that he hadn't, and walked through the portal, which was right about at his eye level.

Looking around the hired bar, he found a place to sit and ordered himself a drink.

[estebanmd]

"Mr Lannister," Stephen hailed the dwarf. "Well met! I am very glad you could make it. I confess I have not the faintest clue what a bachelor party is, and for that matter I am not actually a bachelor but a widower, as I have been married once before and the lady is now deceased, God rest her soul. And look, Professor Homsar is also in attendance."

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion grinned and raised his glass in a salute. "Congratulations anyway," he said. "I think it's an interesting custom nonetheless." He glanced over at Homsar, frowning slightly. "Oh. *That's* Professor Homsar. People speak often of him, but I hadn't yet made his acquaintance."

[homsarhomsar]

Homsar had arrived a bit early for his gig, but it was no fun waiting behind the stage with the other strippers. Homsar was a man(?) of the masses, and so he had no need to hide behind a curtain!

As such, he calmly blibbled out into the bar area. There were a couple of stray Jenga blocks tucked into his bowler hat, as he had been practicing his routine prior to coming to the bar.

He stood there patiently, his huge, yawning mouth gaping wide open, ready to give anyone who came by his credentials (raised by a cup of coffee, pride of the peaches, captain of the gravy train, etc.).

[robinthepuck]

Ah, a bachelor's party. Revelry with a tradition that stretched back to when men first discovered the fun of women taking off clothes, and women first discovered that they could pick up money with more than their hands. And for that delicious doctor fellow, too. Such an occasion was more than enough to poke Robin out of his emo slight funk, have him dress himself well, and, hands in his pockets, eyes avidly studying the assembled group, wander into the given room.

Oh, and a bar! Perfect. Breasts and booze - two of his three favorite Bs! And the guests provided plenty of the third. It really was going to be a nice evening.

[ugly_imp]

Tyrion happened to notice Robin when he arrived, and frowned, trying to place where he'd seen that face before. Not coming up with the memory of his conversation with Sansa in Robin's body during the body swap right away, thanks to the excellent booze, he hobbled over to the man.

"Excuse me, but... You look familliar. Have we met? I'm Tyrion Lannister."

[robinthepuck]

Robin looked...down, a polite grin on his face. "I have met a lot of people, I'm afraid. Your name doesn't ring a bell." Holding out his hand, completely nonplussed by Tyrion's height, Robin sketched a slight bow. "Robin Goodfellow, at your service."

After all, not like he'd never been with a dwarf before. Some of the best sex of his life, actually, and that was saying quite a bit. Hmm...that one time in Dover... A blissful expression crossed his face. They were...just the right height...

[dinosaurman]

Grant hadn't been to a bachelor party in years, and from the invitation, it seemed that this one was going to be making up for lost time. He noticed the large quantity of Jello shots on the bar, and decided to get a drink. If the invite was any clue, he was going to need several one.

[estebanmd]

"Dr Grant," Stephen hailed his colleague. "How goes it? Since Professor Homsar is in attendance we likely need not fear evil clowns, but Evil Clown Repellant never goes amiss."

[dinosaurman]

Clearly, Stephen had gotten the jump on him in the drinking department. Evil Clown Repellent? "I think Professor Homsar will keep anything evil at bay, not just clowns. Chalk it up to his charming personality."