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]

"Why's that?" I ask innocently, grinning at the groan of leather when I shift in his lap, my hand trailing down the length of his chest, nails scratching him playfully through his t-shirt.

[haolehothead]

"You want to get ripped off my lap, you go for it," Danny says, but he's slouched back and enjoying this for what it's worth, a smirk on his face. "Just remember I got a caveman for a partner."

[little_moons]

"I'm not afraid of him," I tease, knowing I probably should be. I never was the cautious type.

"Wouldn't wanna make him mad, though. Might make things tough for you, and you're the one's gotta marry him."

[haolehothead]

"Lemme tell you a secret about Steven," Danny says as he leans in with a smug smirk on his face. "He's just a bit ol' puppy when I get my mouth to work, but seeing as how we're celibate right now, he's a little pent-up." So's Danny, but Neil can already tell that.

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel is unamused, super unamused at being big as a house and sober at this party but she's got her enormous pregnancy boobs on display at least and has to admit that Danny looks hot as fuck.

"You know," she says, coming up from behind and getting two handfuls of leather clad ass, "I would totally fuck you were the situation completely different."

[haolehothead]

"What, if you weren't pregnant and this weren't a party to celebrate the fact that I'm about to get hitched again?" he clarifies with a smirk, leaning over to press a kiss to her growing stomach, followed by a fond rub. "Hey kidlet, how's Mom treating you tonight, besides the inappropriate touching parts?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"Something like that," she snorts, rolling her eyes as he goes right for the belly. It's like she's not even there half the time. "Raylan has a thing for this dress. There was a lot of inappropriate touching going on not too long ago, actually."

[haolehothead]

"Yeah? Maybe I ought to go give him hell for that," he says, straightening out and trying to wiggle the pants into a comfortable position -- which he thinks is hopeless, if he's honest. "Fuck, Rach, I can't even move in these."

[sluttylyingliar]

"At least he's getting laid," she points out, grinning at the squirming. "Babe, do you even know what four inch heels feel like on a pregnant woman? Suffer for fashion. Besides, it's hot. Or it would be if you'd quit looking awkward."

[haolehothead]

"If you want me to look more comfortable, I'm gonna need to be a lot more drunk," Danny admits, glancing around to try and look for booze. "Besides, Steve's not even here let. Lemme, lemme just get a lapdance and drunk, okay? I'll go crawl into my own bed and not get laid tonight and the next..." He grimaces. "...two weeks."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Oh my God, please stop whining," she groans, dragging him over to the bar. "You two are the ones who wanted this little shindig. Now suck it up and take it like a man. Since you're clearly not taking anything else. Or sucking up anything else."

[haolehothead]

Danny makes a face, after being reminded of the whole 'no sex thing'. "Hey, look, do you have to remind me about that shit? Look, look at what I'm engaged to and I don't get to tap that," he whines, staring across the room wistfully at Steve.

[sluttylyingliar]

"So go rub it in his face, go rub it all over him," she huffs. "Like, literally. Go rub your leather butt all over him and tell him you want to fuck. Because I am not going to lie, Raylan and I are going to do incredibly sexual things to each other tonight and I don't want your mopey face popping into my head at any point."

[haolehothead]

"Why? Why are you like this?" is what Danny wants to know, making a face as images come to mind that he can't seem to easily (or at all) shake. "Look, I'm not gonna go do that in public because the minute I start appreciating Steve visibly, everyone, every single one of my friends, is going to see that, thanks to you."

[sluttylyingliar]

"I know," she says with a smug grin. "Actually, those pants are so tight you might actually damage yourself if you try and get appreciative. "Man, seriously, I'm going to have so much sex tonight. You know why? Because I am avoiding this wedding ridiculousness."