Cara showed up at Ben's door soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, taking in her appearance.
"The only good thing I can say is, no one got arrested," she replied, stepping inside to drip on the little rug inside the front door. "But, I am never, ever going to another bachelorette party planned by your sister."
“Shit,” Ben said, rushing over with towels, “I told her nothing crazy.”
“Well, if you consider strippers, huge glitter bombs, and a fight then yeah it wasn’t crazy at all.”
Cara stripped her sodden, gritter covered clothes off and carefully placed them on one of the towels. Yep, they were definitely going in the trash. There was no way she was putting them in the washer and ending up with glitter on everything they washed for the next ten years. The stuff was like cat hair, once it got on something it just wouldn’t come off. Ever.
Ben wrapped the second towel around her and hugged her close. “I am so sorry. I hope you are still planning to marry me.”
“I kind of have to, we already bought the house together,” she teased, leaning her head on his chest.
“That’s right,” he said, kissing her, “the house and I are a package deal.”
He led her through the house to the bathroom, where she climbed into the shower. Sighing, she stepped under the hot spray and watched streams of glitter run over her body and down the drain. She hoped like hell the water company wouldn’t call them complaining.
“So, please tell me what happened?” Ben said, from the other side of the curtain.
“She took us to this classy place called The Meat Market, where we were forced to drink horrible, over-priced drinks through penis straws. Unfortunately, there was another bachelorette party going on at the same time as mine and, I think, certain people, thought it was a competition over which group could be the most outrageous.”
“Yeah, but she wasn’t the only one. There were two or three girls, including the bride, from the other group who acted like they’d lost their mind. If one of us would stuff a dollar, then two or three of them would stuff more. If one of the dancers was wagging his junk in our face they wanted him to come over to them. I don’t know, it just got stupid. Alcohol was consumed, insults hurled, and the next thing you know glitter had appeared.”
Ben stuck his head around the shower curtain. “How did glitter get involved?”
“I don’t know,” Cara said, shaking her head, “I was an innocent bystander. One minute I was sucking my penis straw and the next thing you know I had a face full of glitter.”
Ben coughed into his hand, which she knew, from experience, meant he was trying not to laugh. She rolled her eyes at him and rinsed the soap from her hair.
“Okay, so then what happened?”
“Are you done laughing?”
He tried to look serious as he nodded at her, but his eyes gave him away.
Ignoring him, she went on. “Once glitter was thrown, bouncers showed up, but that didn’t stop your sister from getting into a fight with the other bride. Punches were exchanged and then other people started getting involved. It basically turned into a mini-brawl. I tripped over a chair trying to get away from the fight and ended up scraping my knee and hands.”
Ben climbed into the shower with her and she smiled. Damn the man was handsome and he was all hers. Every last inch of him. He put his arms around her and she snuggled into his embrace.
“I am so sorry,” he murmured against her ear.
“It’s not your fault. I will admit that I left. I have no idea what happened. I know I heard someone yell to call the cops, but beyond that I haven’t a clue. It could be that my entire bridal party is spending the night in jail. I don’t know.”
“So, you’re telling me if the phone rings—”
“Be prepared to bail some people out of jail.”
This time he didn’t hold back and burst out laughing. “I think you and I are going to stay right here. If the phone does ring, we won’t hear it.”
“Good idea,” she said, going up on her tip-toe to kiss him softly on the lips.
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