Bethany Smith had her innocence taken away from her in a place she once loved. Of course, she had to get away and why not when your sister offers a trip around Australia with her boyfriend?
But now she's back and looking around the place is making...
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Dan's POV Two years later... "Sorry it's not much," Cole says as we sit on his couch. Robert, Evan, Jerry, Raymond and Kev were also here.
This was my bachelor party.
Cole is my best man and he hates going places where he doesn't know people. Therefore my bachelor party is in his apartment.
"It's perfect," I tell him. "This is all I need."
I proposed to Beth at Dan's. I thought it was perfect since we met there.
"Is there going to be a stripper?" Raymond asks. "I brought cash."
"I don't like strippers," I tell him. "Not after the Vegas incident."
"What happened?" Evan asks excitedly. Cole was letting the twins have a couple of drinks tonight.
"No," Cole growls at me as I go to tell Evan.
"You no fun," I complain.
"Yeah Dad, live a little," Evan huffs.
"Fine," Cole grumbles.
"So I'm 19 and Emily decided to let Cole and I go to Vegas to have the bachelor party I never got to have," I explain. "We drink, we gamble and then we decide to hit the strip joint."
"Oh yeah," Raymond says.
"Cole buys me a lap dance," I say. "Her name was Candy and she had glitter all over. And when I mean all over, I mean all over."
"Uh oh," Evan says.
"So she does her thing, we go back to the room and pass out on the bed. I get up to puke because mixing tequila and wings was not good. I then was confused as to why there was glitter in my puke," I said. "Turns out Cole didn't tell me that when she was pressing her breasts against my face, the glitter went onto it."
"And you couldn't look at a stripper again because of that?" Evan asks.
I shrug. "I just couldn't."
"Does anybody want to hear my story, about how I got two hookers, a stripper and a sexy cop back to my bedroom?" Raymond asks.
"No," both Cole and I growl.
"I slept with a hooker once," Jerry says. "She stole my wallet."
"Seems about right," Cole mutters.
"Let's liven up this party," Raymond says. "Who wants shots?" No one says anything. "Just me, that's fine."
At the end of the night, Raymond was hammered and Cole and I put him into a dress.
We put him on the couch and he moans something about how it's cold this time of year.
