Bachelor Party

You got yourself all cleaned and dressed up: formal, but not wedding-y yet. Tonight was just about getting drunk and laid.

You made your way to the pub Mike had picked out. You walked in and it was just like any other pub, though a little classier than the exterior suggested. You saw Mike at the counter, flirting with the obviously straight, very attractive barman.

"Sorry buddy, but he's out of your league."

"Wes!" Mike shouts, turning to see you, "I'm so glad you could make it! When we all heard about your accident, no one could believe it."

"I still can't quite believe it myself." You truthfully say.

"Maria was furious that her wedding had to be pushed back." Mike laughed, "You probably could've died and she'd insist on having it on the day of your funeral."

You both laugh, despite the truthfulness in his words.

"Hey, where's Ryan and Theo?" You ask, aware of their lack of presence.

"Theo ran over some spike or whatever and they're stuck with a flat tire." Mike laughed.

"Perfect, cause I need to talk to you."

"Ooh, your boring idea," Mike sarcastically mocked, "go on then."

"Right, so we're not really gonna be sitting around until the wedding arrives. We're going to be fucking. Only the four of us."

Mike spat out his drink, **** on the beer still in his mouth. He began laughing hysterically.

"Are you for real?" He asked incredulously, "In our dreams. In case you've forgotten, they're straight, and one is marrying your sister."

"I know, but..." you leant in, "I have a power. I can turn any man gay, just for a fuck. And this is the perfect opportunity for both of us to get some prime, Collins' brothers ass."

Mike was now staring, shaking his head.

"Very funny Wes," he sighed, "I guess that lightning fried your brain. There's no such thing as powers or magic."

"Are you saying you don't believe me?"

"Fuck no!" He laughed, taking a swig of his beer.