TIME WARP: Who knew?

[JD Paerson]

[ooc: This is a bachelor party. Grown-up things may happen.]

December 2022

It's not like JD wasn't busy these days. After graduating from Harvard with his doctorate in scientific engineering and technology he had immediately entered NASA's training for human space exploration. Now he had a brief--very brief--break before continuing his specialized training and being sent up to the International Space Station for a year. Despite his busy schedule, though, he knew that he needed to be around for this very special event in the life of a good friend.

He'd received the invitation in the mail a few months ago, in beautiful flowing script and with special gold edging. Could you expect anything less when the invitation was to the wedding of one of the most eligible (and wealthy) bachelors in the country, if not the world?

So when Robbie called a few weeks ago spouting ideas for a bachelor party, JD was ready and had even done some research on his own. Robbie did have some really good ideas, though, ones that JD hadn't considered before, so he made a few notes and started making the phone calls. Naturally, he promised payment by the LaRousse family. Zac wouldn't be hurt by all the expenses, and after all, it was his party, right?

JD flew up a few days before the wedding and was there for the rehearsals. The venue was huge, the guest list was huge, the decorations were huge...everything was simply enormous. Which made JD feel a bit better that he'd done something a bit different for the bachelor party.

In the basement of an old pizza parlor he'd rented for the night, JD sat relaxed at one of the tables and looked out over the room. Everything looked good so far--all he was waiting for now was for Robbie to bring in the guest of honor.

When there was a knock at the door, JD rose to answer it, letting in the two final guests. "Glad you finally made it," he said, grinning for once. "Now. Let's get this party started."

Which, of course, was the cue for the band...and the strippers...and the bartenders...and the lights...and the giant chocolate fondue (which had admittedly been running previously but now seemed to start going with even more chocolaty goodness).

"What do you think?"

[Robbie Wilkes]

The invitation to Zac's wedding had come as a surprise to Robbie. Not a bad one like he had thought as one of his very good friends found someone he was finally settling down with. Robbie himself hadn't even thought about marriage and was genuinely happy with his bachelorhood that seemed very likely to be pretty permanent now.

Of course, the first thing he thought once he got over the surprise of finding the card in his and Estelle's mail was to call JD up to plan Zac's bachelor party. Robbie wass surprised to find that JD was actually enthusiastic about it as well. But true to his form, he had left a lot of the executioning up to JD. As much as the weather manipulator was slowly becoming an adult, there was still some of that boyish lackadaisical teenager in him that just couldn't really commit to plans.

But it was a good thing JD had everything prepared as the day rolled by and all Robbie had to do was bring Zac to the venue. The drive over was uneventful as Robbie only told Zac that they were having a bro's night out at a pizza parlour just them three. He thought he did a pretty good job convincing Zac that it was going to be a boring night.

Once they arrived, Robbie couldn't help the grin forming on his lips as they door opened to reveal that the boring night he had painted to Zac was anything but. "Welcome to paradise my brother." Robbie grinned cheesily, pulling Zac in and patting JD on the back. "Good job, dude." He exclaimed.

[Zachary LaRousse]

To say that Zac has been very busy making sure his wedding would go forth without so much a hitch would be an understatement. The moment Stella said yes to his proposal (which went perfectly well, thanks to his two sidekicks who made sure everything went according to plan), he’s been thinking about the said event non-stop. Not only was he rather excited about it, but it’s that he told Stella he’d take full responsibility for the said event. It’s rather odd to see the groom more into his wedding than the bride, but since Stella’s been organizing fantastic events that Zac should’ve been heading ever since they came back together, the man figured it’d be his ‘thank you’ gift to his fiancée.

Boy did he not realize the mess he’s gotten himself in.

He could never have expected how stressful the whole thing would be. Between the planning the whole thing, to bumping the date up a few months early due to Stella’s unexpected (but certainly not unwelcome) pregnancy, he’s been on his toes ever since. It also didn’t help that his financial empire just absorbed three new companies over the past year or so and he has dozens of new management turnovers to worry about.

And now that it’s less than ten days before the actual wedding, the mimic’s more frazzled than ever. He doesn’t even have the chance to feel the whole ‘I’m-actually-getting-married-in-a-little-over-the-week-ZOMG’ moment.

“Thanks so much for doing this dude,” he said as Robbie drove him over to the pizza place, still oblivious to the plan his two buds have had for him, “I mean, I could’ve chosen like a spa or something for a relaxing evening, but hey, pizza works too.” Despite constantly insisting that age has done nothing to rid Robbie of his naïve, gullible and extremely transparent personality, the heir-and-now-CEO hasn’t had a clue. Even when they drove up and parked to the place, he didn’t think the place was anything but. JD did a great job looking for an extremely unassuming place after all.

Which is why he literally froze when the speedster opened the door and he saw what the night was actually about.

“Dude, this is…awesome,” grinned the mimic, pulling the two closer for a hug and giving them both a kiss on the forehead. He would never have expected the two to be this involved in his life when he was back in Hammel. First them helping him with his proposal. And now throwing him a bachelor’s party. Goodness.

He didn’t have time to be all sentimental though, as he felt himself being tugged away by two lovely ladies to the stage. After chugging down a cocktail in one go, he promptly joined the two and began dancing in and around the stage. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, ok? (Even though we’re technically not in Vegas). If you had told me about this, I would’ve gone for something more appropriate to wear.” Then again it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore, wouldn’t it?

[JD Paerson]

"'Dude'?" JD said, raising an eyebrow. "You still stuck in the 90's or something? Never mind, forget I asked." He rolled his eyes and walked into the room, following the other two.

He was glad for the chance to see everyone relax. Well...almost everyone. He was still in charge tonight, so he had given himself very strict orders not to let himself get too drunk or too lax in his duties. Someone still needed to be responsible, and he was fairly certain it should be him. After all, who out of the three of them was the most intelligent, the most successful?

Scratch successful. Money wasn't everything.

But watching Zac being able to let himself go and take some time to just have fun again was nice. The guy was too uptight anymore. At least Robbie hadn't changed too much.

JD went up to the bar and got himself a beer. He grinned as he lounged at the bar, then called out, "What, you mean you don't normally wear a full-body sequin leotard under your clothes? Shame. Oh well, I guess you'll just have to make do with what you're wearing now. Or maybe..." And he called out to Robbie. "Oy! You have anything up your sleeve that our good friend here could wear while he's enjoying one of his last nights of freedom?"

As long as he was by himself at the bar, he was safe. No one was going to make him lose his grip on sanity tonight. No way. Ever.

But maybe one more drink couldn't hurt.

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Yes, I'm stuck. You got a problem with that?" Robbie spread his arms 'threateningly' at JD before managing to ruffle the other man's hair. He had grown a good few heads from when they were in Hammel and they were both practically the same height. Something Robbie was damn proud of. And his abs rivaled Zac's now, another point he was very willing to point out at any time.

No, Robbie hadn't changed much. At all.

He laughed out loud when JD made the quip, happy the speedster had learned the art of hanging loose over the years. It had nothing to do with him at all, Robbie modestly thought to himself.

When called to attention, Robbie rummaged at the back of the bar to find the paper bag he had brought with him. "Oh you mean this?" he pulled out the hot pants he had purchased just for this occasion for their guest of honor.

Throwing it in Zac's direction, he was approached by one of the very scantily clad stripper, rubbing in all the right places. "Whoa hey yo, easy on the goods. I'm not the one getting married. I can have you later." Robbie patted her bum and let her saunter off.

Grabbing a cold bottle of beer, Robbie threw it back and elbowed JD with a grin. "Dude, indulge. Not everyday we get to have a bachelor party."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Within moments on the dance floor, Zac’s image went from one of a respectable businessman, able to crack even the toughest nuts for a profitable business deal, to a twenty-something bachelor who seemed to have nothing else on his mind but sex, party and sex. His jacket is already discarded somewhere else, his shirt being held by just one button and his boxers’ waistband already showing. And he wasn’t drunk yet, not one bit. Heaven knows how he’s missed such a lifestyle.

Not that he was regretting settling down with Stella already. No. But he could say he does envy Robbie’s happy-go-lucky-flavours-of-the-week life from time to time.

After a few minutes of dry humping and all sorts of obscenities wildness he’s sure teenage!JD would disapprove (because he’s fairly sure he and Robbie did a good job helping JD let loose over their college days), he promptly excused himself from his half dozen dance partners and went towards his two buddies. “Robbie, you’re awesome,” laughed Zac as he pulled the shorts from his face, “I’ll be sure to wear this in a bit. I’d fit right in.” He ordered a drink from the bar and quickly gulped it, before turning on to his friends with a mischievous grin. “And Robbie, I’m fairly sure you didn’t buy just one right?”

He wasn’t the only one letting lose tonight. Not if he can help it.

“Come on Dr. Paerson,” he grinned, clinging on the astronaut-to-be’s arm like he did when they were in school, “I’ll treasure this forever. And besides, it’s not like you’d be able to wear stuff like this in space. Like Robbie said, indulge.” He waved the matching shorts in JD’s face for a bit before slapping it on his face as he wiggled out of his pants. JD and Robbie has seen him undress a hundred times over, and since the setting was this lax anyway, who’d care? “Come on Mister Doctorate, let’s gooo~.” Yes. He does like teasing JD about his doctorate. And not just because it makes him sound as tightly-wound as ever. He would’ve wanted to get one (since JD tried out for one; old habits die hard) but since his father was oh-so-eager to transfer the company to him, he had to settle for a masters in genetics and biotechnology. (He's not bitter though, he just wants to clarify that. He's happy really).

He also hates how Robbie’s finally taller than him (he’s now the shortest of the bunch; but not by a long shot he says – he’s grown to six foot now). Especially since the boy likes rubbing his hair a lot just to prove his point.

ooc:
I apologize for this one. I might've rambled a whole lot. >.<
- Jam

[JD Paerson]

JD scowled briefly at Robbie, placing a hand on his head to smooth down the ruffled hair, but he couldn't stay mad for long. It was like being mad at a two-year-old who laughed at fart jokes. Remarkably similar, in fact, seeing as it was doubtful that Robbie had grown out of fart jokes himself.

His happy grin faded again, though, when Zac sauntered over. "I am indulging. I'm on my third drink already. I see no need to put on golden underwear and prance around. And as far as space goes, well, you might be surprised. The co-pilot is--" He was interrupted when the pair of shorts landed on his face. Growling, he peeled them off and let them fall to the floor.

With an exaggerated sigh, JD turned around and asked the barender for another drink. Downing a shot of whisky, he burped loudly and turned around again. "Right. We'll play dress-up. But I'm not wearing anything gold. Or even remotely metallic. Because unlike the rest of you, I no longer live in the year 2000."

A quick word to the band got a change in music--no longer a heavy metal sound but now back to classic rock and roll. JD stood and slammed his empty beer bottle onto the table. "All right, if we're going to party, we'd better party."

And he was up and grabbing one of the strippers, pulling her into a dance. It was half swing, learned at college, and half freestyle, learned in front of bathroom mirrors when no one else was around. He thought that the woman he was dancing with called herself Candy, but he wasn't entirely sure.

At least he knew his limit on the drinks. And he wouldn't let himself drink more than he could handle. But...how many had he had again? Was this the fourth or fifth beer? And were there more shots in there that he'd missed?

Some time during the dancing he had lost his shirt and jeans. Some part of him thought he should be concerned about this, but most of him didn't care. He didn't care, that is, until a wild spin accidentally sent his dance partner whirling into the giant chocolate fondue fountain.

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Of course I am," Robbie puffed out his chest at Zac in response to being called awesome. "What do you take me as, an amateur?" He raised an eyebrow challengingly before producing two more gold hot pants and threw them both at Zac's face. "One for your head, butthead." Not the most original, but had anybody expected anything less from the King of Cheese?

"Oh you'll be wearing it alright." The blond weather manipulator grinned wickedly and when JD proclaimed the inevitable, Robbie let the night take control of him. He must have danced with practically all of the strippers and at one point had even danced with Zac and JD.

The night turned for the awesome when he heard a shriek and one of the strippers emerged from the chocolate fountain covered in slick brown goo all over her. "Chocolat ala stripper. JD! I didn't know you were that kinky!" Robbie exclaimed before turning to his own dancing partner with a grin. "Whaddya say, Jewel? Care to chocofy yourself?"

Then he had an idea. Probably not the most sanitary but hell, it was going to be fun. Grabbing two empty beer bottles, he dipped it into the chocolate fountain, collecting enough chocolate and walked behind Zac and JD and poured the entire content of the chocolate filled bottles on top of his best buds' heads.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac simply smirked and snorted when JD shot down his idea. As if he’d let the man shrug it off like that. It hasn’t stopped him from imposing his wants on the speedster, as if it would stop him now. “Dude, you know better that I can be rather persistent,” he grinned, winking as he wiggled into his beloved metallic shorts, “You’ll see.” He would’ve been fairly threatening, had he not been in such state of undress. Add that to the fact that JD’s heard such a threat far too many times over, and you have a grossly ineffective warning.

A few more wiggles here and the shorts finally found themselves snugly around the groom-to-be’s hips. Promptly discarding his pants and ripping his shirt off (which might explain the ‘pop!’ he heard somewhere near Robbie’s drink), he made sure that the buttons are properly fastened (though he’s fairly certain they’d be undone in a few minutes anyway) before following the two Stoogies.

Much like his cohorts, the details of the night have been all but hazy for the mimic. And yes, unlike JD, he wasn’t holding back on his drinking. With a tolerance as dismal as his (it’s improved a bit, but still barely passable considering how he indulges when he does drink), it’s safe to say that the man doesn’t really care much what happens. Not only has he danced with most anyone in the room, he has a strange feeling he’s kissed Robbie more than once and has had a hand in undressing the Prude JD. He insists that he’s innocent until proven guilty though.

He was (or rather, his lips and hands were) rather busy with Star and Destiny (or at least that’s how he thinks they introduced themselves earlier) when JD’s mishap happened so he didn’t really notice it until Robbie went on and shouted about it. “Aww shucks. Star, Destiny and I were just about to do that JD. Why’d you have to be such a party pooper and do everything first?” laughed Zac as he approached the unfortunate lady, “Here, let me lick that off you.”

Unfortunately for Zac, even before he can go on with his nefarious deeds, Robbie went on and doused his fire with chocolate. Great. He shivered slightly as it went down his skin, especially when he felt it seeped through his shorts. Not exactly a wonderful sensation he says. Desperate for revenge, he quickly jumped on Robbie’s back and rubbed on him. Seems being the smallest does have its perks after all.

After roughhousing with the blonde for a while, Zac jumped off to the bar and jumped beside JD. “Eeek. You taste disgusting. Unlike me. Come on, taste the difference, “ he said with a lazy grin after licking the speedster’s cheeks, offering his arm soon after, “I taste wonderful. I’d say you need a bit of vodka to give you a kick.” And on cue, his lovely assistants dumped two bottles of the said beverage on the soon-to-be-spaceman’s head. “Now you taste just right, right Robbie?”

ooc:
I apologize. This just reeks of fail and you know it. My muse isn't cooperating as much as I'd like. I'm sorry. >.<
- Jam

[JD Paerson]

JD was actually blushing--blushing, and him a seasoned 28-year-old--as he stretched out a hand to help the woman out of the fountain. After a certain point it might have been supposed that he had given up all sense of dignity when with his friends, but apparently not. He apologized to his former dance partner and glanced around to see if there were any towels or something she could use to clean up with. He was doing his best to ignore his friends' comments, since they weren't doing any good just then.

Of course, it was hard to ignore actually getting doused in chocolate yourself. "Augh!" he shouted, stumbling away from Robbie almost as soon as he felt the chocolate running down his neck. He'd had just a bit too much to drink, though, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Standing, a bit shaky, he made his way to the bar again and leaned against the edge. He swiped at a towel and tried to use that to dry off his chocolate hair, but it didn't do much good. And now he was covered in glitter that had been sprinkled all over the floor.

"I'm a goddamn fairy," he muttered. "Or a vampire." No one could forget the vampire craze that struck during his final high school years.

When Zac came over and licked him he just routinely shoved the billionaire away. He batted away the proffered arm and scowled at his two friends. "You know, I used to be respected. A doctorate, an upcoming spaceman, top grades in the school, and yet this is the treatment I get. I tell you, it's downright--" In the middle of his tirade he was splashed by the two bottles of alcohol. Keeping his finger raised threateningly, he shook the vodka and hair out of his eyes and scowled even more furiously at his two friends companions. "--disgraceful," he spat out, finishing his sentence.

After a few seconds sitting in the alcohol he turned to Robbie. "It looks like I will be needing a change of clothes. Please tell me you brought something other than gold underpants with you. Otherwise I may be forced to call for pizza and mug the guy for his uniform, which would just not do for my image. I look awful in fast food uniforms."

Glancing around at everyone else in the room, JD sighed. There was no way to redeem this night anymore and ensure sanity. So, if you can't beat 'em...

"Another shot of whiskey. No, make it a double. It looks like we'll be spending the night here--I forgot to make sure we had a designated driver." He took the drink and slammed it down, then stood and stretched.

He'd deal with whatever consequences came in the morning when everything was settled down. One of his last coherent thoughts of the night was a wish for no reporters to check in on the billionaire's wedding process. And especially no photographers.

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Waugh!" Robbie instinctively ducked when he was attacked by Zac rubbing himself all over the weather manipulator. They may be close to their thirties but no matter what, they would probably always revert to their teens around each other. Well, Robbie and Zac would...JD just looked pissed.

Rightfully so as Zac started licking the speedster. Robbie admitted, that was just completely hilarious but really, this was JD they were talking about.

JD asking for a new change of clothes caught the blonde bachelor by surprise. "Err..." he had been hoping that a change of clothing would probably happen later in the night. When the strippers went home and it was just the three of them. He'd even brought his external hard disk along with him.

"W-well..." Robbie rubbed the back of his sticky head with a sheepish grin. This was going to go well.

[Zachary LaRousse]

During the first few months of their dysfunctional friendship, Zac panicked a whole lot whenever he sees the (now) signature scowl creep on the speedster’s face. He wouldn’t admit it, but he did feel scared that he might lose the only person who could truly stand his boundless ego (or at least can tolerate it at a regular basis). Fast forward a decade later and the mimic has learned, perfected even, the art of simply shrugging off the boy’s remarks, ignoring them completely even. It’s not out of disrespect mind you – he brags about his spaceman and, well, blonde bachelor bestmen to his business associates in almost any chance he gets – but more along the lines of familiarity. JD’s rambled so many times before and he’s still finds himself stuck with the two idiots; not like it could change now, can it?

Then again, in his defense, it’s not that he’s stuck with the two dolts as much as the two dolts constantly rub their faces into his business.

He simply laughed with the two strippers while JD ranted, catching only snippets like ‘doctorate’, ‘spaceman’, ‘grades’ and ‘disgraceful’. After giving the two his thanks (in the form of a sloppy kiss; thank goodness he got most of the chocolate away when he rubbed himself on Robbie), he promptly turned to JD with a smirk and said, “Robbie says you’ve got no choice but to wear these golden shorts.” It’s amazing how he’s managed to stand still, much less finish the said sentence, considering how many drinks he’s had over the past hour or so. “Don’t be such a grump now. Destiny says they’ll be leaving soon. We have to enjoy them while they last!” He said the last word with such urgency. Hopefully it’ll be enough to convince the man to jump into the gold trousers. “We promise your bachelor party would be like an English royal tea party. Pinky swear.” The billionaire promptly dragged Robbie and made him put his pinky out. “See! Robbie will even wear the other pair if you will.”

Poor Robbie, caught between the two. You’ll get your fun soon enough, I promise.

[JD Paerson]

JD raised an eyebrow at Robbie's stuttered response. He wasn't normally this incoherent. If he wasn't speaking in complete sentences, that probably meant he was either totally out of his element (not exactly, considering their actual location), he was unable to form proper sentences due to some sort of outside influence (alcohol, very possible), or he was hiding something and lying very poorly about it (also possible).

Based on this perfectly logical analysis--strangely made while more than slightly tipsy--JD was instantly of Robbie and his true plans for the evening. He made a resolve to keep an eye on the guy which was almost completely forgotten with Zac's newest comment.

"No. Absolutely not." JD was starting to slur his words just a bit, but he wasn't going to let himself be coerced into golden underpants. "I will not put on anything that skimpy and metallic. And what do you mean, my bachelor party? Who said I'm even having one?" Pausing for a moment, he glanced up again. "Who said I'm inviting you freaks to my wedding?"

He thought about trying to stand up and take charge again but wasn't sure if he should push himself. Better to just stay seated. "Okay, it's getting really late, and I think these guys need to leave soon. And we had better find some place to lie down. And I have to find my clothes. I need to get out of..." The soggy underwear. Instead of saying it, he just glanced downward.

"Right. Thank you ladies for the fun, but thassit. Have a good ev'ning, or morn'ng, or whatever 'tis. G'night." And good night to everyone else, as well. It had been fun while it lasted, but the party was over. At least, that's what JD kept trying to tell himself.

[Robbie Wilkes]

Robbie was pretty drunk by the time the strippers went home all trying to get the chocolate out of their hair and outfits [were they even wearing any?] so the exchange between the heir and the going-to-be astronaut [because he knew JD would pass his aerospace test or whatever it was called with flying colours] was only met with his giggles. And before he knew it, he was sworn in by pinky swear and all he could hear was yelling.

"You guys are insaaaane." He drawled out in between hiccups and giggles. "I love you guys. So much." He pulled Zac with one hand and JD with the other and gave both of them sloppy kisses on their faces, not knowing exactly where they landed [though for propriety's sake, they were not in the most incriminating places one would think].

"OKAY! Now the party can really start!" he threw his hands up, successfully knocking into JD and Zac's noses as he rummaged through the bag he had brought with him, extracting three individual paper bags filled with clean pajamas for each of them. He threw the one marked Zac to the heir himself, the one marked JD to the speedster and held his own close to him.

"I am totally going to dip you in more chocolate if you refuse to wear them." Robbie said before hiding in the toilet and coming out with the hoodie and shirt with comfy drawstring pants. "What are you guys waiting for?" he exclaimed with a huge grin.

[Zachary LaRousse]

He knew it was coming, but still the heir whined so much when the dancers started telling their goodbyes. (He made sure they put their calling cards in Robbie’s bag though, just in case). His pleas whining got even louder when JD started shooing the people away. “Nooo~ Five more minutes? Please please please?” he begged like a five year-old tugging his parents’ sleeve for more candy. Heaven knows such begging wouldn’t be such a fruitful conquest anyway, especially if he’s dealing with the spaceman. (He made a point to call him Kryptonian within the next 24 hours or so to show his dissatisfaction). As the people around them slowly left, Zac was left in the middle of the dance floor pouting, standing sullenly with his shoulders down, sticky and alone.

Not even Robbie’s sloppy kiss could cheer him up.

“I love you too Robbie. I hate you Kal-el,” he huffed, sticking his tongue out as he hugged the blonde tighter and pushed the tall brunette away, “Meanie.” Given the alcohol content in his body however, the shove was more of a tap than anything else though.

He couldn’t remember who led them to the adjacent room (was it Robbie? JD? The bartender?) but within moments of his moping he found himself sitting on the floor of a carpeted room (somebody promptly put a plastic sheet under him so he won’t soil the floor), surrounded by a handful of novel sofas (with one shaped like a lip

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“HEEE! I get a cape, you get a robe. Robbie loves me better!” he drunkenly gloated as he inspected his pack. When Robbie came out, he opened his chocolatey arms out and exclaimed, “You’re amaziiiing. Though I think you should’ve gotten a Wonder Woman suit though.”

“You can go first Kal. I know you’re dying to get into your robe anyway.” It’ll give him time to think of a decent prank he can pull on the man as he comes out the shower later. If he can think of one at this state though. (Which I highly doubt).[/blockquote][/justify]
ooc:
Feel free to GM whatever Zac did and say that it failed, if it would impede thread movement and all that.^^.
- Jam[/font]