bachelor party!

[the_real_ray]

Ray would deny it till he turned blue in the face if anyone had ever asked him, but somehow fate had decided that one Stanley Raymond Kowalski was one of his best friends on the island. Yeah, who saw that one coming? Ray mostly blamed it on the fact that Stanley was all he had left from home and tried not to think too hard about it. So when one

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[toshiko_san]

Tosh stood behind the bar, watching people come in. She had the moonshine people had donated to the cause, such as it was, juices and ice from the kitchen, and a pile of glasses. A bachelor party. It seemed like an appropriate first event to have somehow.

She smiled, looking around at the club. They'd worked hard to get it finished, Gwen, Ianto and herself, and she was proud of it. It was theirs. Their hub, here on the island.

Leaning against the bar she was happy to sit back and wait for someone to ask her for a drink.

[the_real_ray]

"Forget those guys getting married," said Ray, plunking himself down at the bar. "I just carried a couple of bigass trays of food over here, I think I should get the first drink, don't you?"

[toshiko_san]

"I think that seems reasonable. What'll it be?" Tosh grinned, holding up some moonshine, "Straight up, on the rocks, or with mix?" She'd never bartended before, but it wasn't like there was a massive drink list here. She was enjoying it. "Thank you. For bringing all of this over."

[the_real_ray]

"Hey, thank you guys, for letting us use this place," said Ray. "If it weren't for this we'd be setting up on a picnic table somewhere and praying it didn't rain. So tell me something, if you mix moonshine with mango juice, is it even a little bit like a screwdriver?"

[jdick]

Since he wasn't exactly in a partying mood, Joe was surprised to find himself wandering toward the bachelor party anyway, his hands shoved into his pockets. His ankle felt a bit better, but it still hurt, even as he tried not to let it show he was limping. It was a party for Ray and Horatio and he figured he'd do his best to look like he was in a good mood. They were good friends, he owed them that much.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

Dale had already had a couple -- okay, maybe more than a couple -- when he spotted Joe near the bar and wove his way over to him, giving him a hearty clap on the back when he reached him.

"Joe Dick!" he said, loud but not too loud thanks to the general din around them. "You made it!"

[jdick]

"Dale," Joe said, sounding surprised as he turned toward his friend, trying not to wince when he twisted his ankle a bit too far. Fucking ankle. "Are you drunk?" If Dale was drunk, Joe was definitely going to get drunk. More and more lately he felt the need to drink, which was vaguely comforting and scary at the same time.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Not yet, but it shouldn't be much longer," said Dale with a grin that suggested he was drunker than he was letting on. "Better me than you, right?"

[bennet_beauty]

Jane had no manner of knowing precisely what was going on and she furrowed her brow mildly, stepping into the strange surroundings and glancing about. She was greatly confused, but she saw many familiar faces and stayed in the hopes of discovering the purpose of the evening.

[the_cop]

"Hey, Jane," Ray greeted, looking momentarily bewildered. He was pretty sure bachelor parties were for guys.

Then again, most weddings usually involved a wife and a church, not two guys in a jungle.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane herself was in a state of bewilderment, peering about the odd set-up, giving Ray a confused and furrowed brow. "Ray," she spoke, curtsying properly. "I do not understand. I was walking home and saw such a gathering, but I cannot fathom the meaning."

[the_cop]

Ray tried not to laugh, it was just, Jane was curtsying in a bar and the picture of it was cute.

"It's a bachelor party," he replied with a slow smile. "Which is a party for a groom before he gets married. Supposed to be like the last night of freedom, y'know?"

[jim_halpert]

Jim had come on the condition that he'd behave himself - as if he wouldn't. He wasn't really in the partying mood to begin with, but he liked Horatio and Ray, and he figured he ought to be there.

He stood off to the side, taking everything in. He hadn't been to a real bachelor party in his lifetime, and he had a feeling the night would prove to be interesting.

[numbertwoguy]

"Did you know," Dwight said, joining Jim with a glass of, well...something in hand, "that this is for a gay wedding? It's too bad Oscar isn't here." He sighed.

[jim_halpert]

Jim glanced over at Dwight, actually surprised he had shown up. He guessed he knew Ray from his attempt to be an IPD officer.

"I married two guys just a few weeks ago," he said, casually. It had been the strangest wedding he had ever been part of, but it wasn't strange because they were two guys. That was probably the least weird thing about it. "It's not really a big deal here. Anything good at the bar?"

[numbertwoguy]

Dwight stared at Jim with the expression of someone who was Not Buying It. "Jim, since when are you a priest?" he asked with a loud exhale-like snort.

[strandedseaman]

Horatio was at the bar. Not because he wished to become drunk - in fact, he disliked the sensation. No, it was because it was the best location for stoically avoiding all sight of the stage and the increasingly naked woman thereon.

Not that she wasn't a beautiful woman! It was only that Horatio had no idea how he was meant to react to the spectacle. He took another delicate sip of his juice and moonshine concoction, stole a glance, and turned a deeper shade of red.

[stoicsidekick]

"Perhaps I'm wrong," William said as he leaned against the bar next to his friend, "but I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to look quite so miserable."

In his opinion, the whole business was just another sign of how mad everyone involved was, but it had been a long day. The truth of the matter was that a drink was exactly what he needed.

[strandedseaman]

"Been to one of these before, have you?" Horatio asked, not quite grumpy, but near enough to have been caught behaving in a silly manner.

[stoicsidekick]

Which merely earned Horatio a snort. "They are clearly mad," William added in Horatio's defense. He took a drink from his glass of moonshine and grimaced. "And this stuff's still terrible."