September 24
Andrew, Amber, and Audric Afternoon when Andrew should be working Audric's establishment of choice, trying on suits and being fitted
Andrew had shot down about three-hundred ideas for bachelor parties. Audric was creative, he'd give him that, but Mel worried enough and the last thing he figured she needed was for him to go off for what was traditionally a drunken night of debauchery with the sort of best man who'd probably let him get that lap dance and more despite the coming nuptials. Not that it was a real concern. Andrew had been about every sort of drunk there was and he'd never gotten to a point where he didn't know what he was doing. It was a mixed sort of blessing. Sometimes the loss of coherence would have been nice, but in the long run, he was probably lucky.
So, as a surprise to everyone, Audric had gone and come up with a PG idea. Andrew might have said no to that too, but it was presented to him over the phone while Mel was cuddled to his side and she had overheard and quite literally squealed in delight over the plan. It was true what they said--a tailored suit was to women what lingerie was to men. So here he was, waiting outside the shop as promised, and checking his watch. Audric wasn't late--Andrew was early. But in a few more minutes, that would change.