WHO: Nathan & Peter Petrelli, Hiro Nakamura, Lindsey McDonald, Gabriel Gray, Noah Bennet, Claude Rains, Dr Cox, Sam Anders; Toby Williams, Simon & Monty Petrelli early on WHERE: the Hyperion; TBD WHEN: Friday, December 2; evening WHAT: Bachelor party! RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress NOTES: Feel free to make multiple threads!
Installed in the apartment – the largest living space short of commandeering the dining room, which, while the hotel was pretty much bereft of estrogen at this point, still had inhabitants and so Nathan hadn't wanted them to be monopolizing communal living space – with chairs, the daybed and stolen sofas from the lobby arranged around a brand-new flat-screened TV, one of Nathan's non-gag wedding gifts to Peter and Sarah, given early for this purpose, the men were camped out for a stripper-less bachelor party in full geek style, with Peter's favorite movies and their various comments as entertainment.
The first movie was already in, geared more toward having the boys around for now, and as such, everyone was making certain things didn't get too inappropriate as far as discussion and refreshment until they had been sent off to bed. Except Cox, who Nathan had had to stop from giving scotch to Simon because Simon had asked to try it. Well, not stop so much as make certain Monty didn't get any because it was easier than saying no constantly.
"It doesn't smell that bad," Monty said, leaning over the arm of the sofa to peer into the glass.
Cox snorted. "Oho, you don't think so now, but wait until it's in your gut, Sparky, rotting your stomach out. Then, then it will smell bad."
Satisfied, at least that there would be no alcohol consumption, even if now they would be treated to discussions of rotting guts because Doctors Know These Kinds Of Things where young boys were concerned, Nathan slumped back in his seat, then stole the bowl of popcorn in Peter's lap without taking his eyes off the TV.
"Don't fall asleep," he joked, slanting a glance at Peter. It obviously wasn't serious, as he was relatively certain Peter had gotten more sleep lately than he normally would in getting his Bridezilla to do the same, it was simply just another are-you-sure-this-isn't-boring-you-to-death check.