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.

[haolehothead]

"Have you ever been to Hawaii, because I can make the argument that yes, I goddamn am," Danny says, reaching up to grab hold of the tie, forcibly pulling Neil closer before unwinding it and letting it fall loose. "So, incidentally, if I were single, I would definitely be hitting on you more than just this," he murmurs hoarsely, running his fingers up and down the fabric of the tie.

[little_moons]

"That so?" I say, arching a brow. Slipping the fabric of the tie loose, I slide it off, then drape it around the back of his neck, using it to lead him over to one of the benches along the wall.

"Sit down," I say, but before he can, I splay a hand on his chest and give him a shove toward the seat.

[haolehothead]

Danny sits and grins up at Neil, aware that he's definitely a lot drunker than he'd been when he got to this party. "Yeah, it's so, but don't make a huge deal of it." He leans forward in his seat, giving Neil a half-lidded look and a smirk. "I kind of flirt with everyone," he says, like it's some big secret.

[little_moons]

"Yeah, me too," I smirk, planting a hand on his shoulder and shoving him back in his seat.

"You boys are a dime a dozen."

[haolehothead]

Danny leans back in a sprawling and open manner, practically inviting Neil to do all manner of wicked things to him. "Yeah, if we were back in Jersey. I mean, and if you rule out the whole ex-wife thing and the single-Dad thing. Then, I'm just like the rest."

[little_moons]

"I've fucked plenty of dads, man. Single dads, married dads," I say, throwing a leg over his thighs and sinking down astride his lap, my fingers working open the top buttons on my shirt.

"Granddads. Husbands. Ex-husbands. Like I said, you're a dime a dozen."

[haolehothead]

"Make you a deal," Danny gets out in a breathless chuckle as he leans back and watches the stripping part of this whole thing commence. "If ever I get divorced or island-widowed or whatever the hell you want to call it, you'll be my first visit."

[little_moons]

"Who the fuck says I'd have you?" I laugh, shifting my weight in his lap, moving to the beat of the music without actually gyrating like some kind of asshole. This is a lap dance, sure, but I've never really found that kind of shit sexy. Especially when the dancer doesn't have tits.

Undoing the last button on my shirt, I leave it hanging open, my hands resting on his shoulders and then sliding up into his hair.

"You gotta pretty high opinion of yourself."

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, well, maybe I'd need a friend," Danny says, giving the collar a good tug. And, look, so Danny's aroused. It's not his fault that Neil's good at what he does and the pants don't take much for him to get excited. It's not a big deal. He tries to make it seem like it's not a big deal -- god, he hopes Steve is watching. "Maybe I'd just need the girls to cheer me up, huh? Huh? What about that?"

[little_moons]

"That's all it'd be. Right," I say with a skeptical arch of my brow and a teasing grin.

"Pretty sure there's a no touchin' rule, with strippers," I point out when he tugs at my collar, rolling my hips forward against his and snorting out a laugh at the obvious hard-on pressed up behind his zipper.

"You'd just need a friend."

[haolehothead]

"Hey, fuck you," Danny snipes with a curl of his lip. "I haven't been laid in over a week thanks to Super SEAL's insane notion that we oughta be chaste up to the wedding," he says, trying to convince his hips not to buck upwards. "It's just nature."

[little_moons]

"If that's the truth, I can go get somebody else to finish you off," I say, sliding back on his lap so he's not getting as much friction, "I mean, I wouldn't wanna waste my time on somethin' that nature'd take care of."

[haolehothead]

"Hey, asshole," Danny growls, gripping his collar and forcibly hauling him back in. "Don't mince my words. You're hot, you're definitely sexy, and you're the reason for little Danny's attention. Now, what are you gonna do about it?"

[little_moons]

"I can't exactly do anything about it, can I?" I point out, batting his hands away and reminding him, "No touching."

Opening the cuffs on my sleeves, I let my shirt slip off of my shoulders, my arms sliding around his shoulder as I shift closer, hovering over him with my mouth just inches from his.

[haolehothead]

Danny rolls his eyes, feeling like he's gone back in time to his first stripper party - bachelor party, whatever you want to call it - and he's getting attitude from the Newark girls all over. "Yeah, yeah, no touching. I ah, I wouldn't get too naked, though," Danny warns mildly.