Broken Space

Bright was actually pretty familiar with how Ephram's brain worked, and that when he said he didn't want a bachelor party, what he actually meant was that he didn't want Bright's kind of party.

And Bright knew that already. Because every time he'd ever known Ephram to go to a party, he hovered in the back and left early, or else just spent the whole time drunkenly playing Ms. Pac-Man and totally failing to realize that there were hot girls there totally trying to score with him. Ephram was kind of a loser when it came to noticing the scoring potential directly under his nose.

Not that he was going to need to score with girls at his bachelor party the night before he tied the knot with a guy, but it was the principle of the thing. And the fact that Bright actually did know how to make his best friend have a good time, and unlike every other red-blooded American guy in existence, it wasn't with booze and loud music and chicks.

He drafted Alec into helping him clear out one of the spare rooms, found a deck of cards and a couple of board games, and bribed Dairine for the use of her iPod and a couple of speakers. The fridge was full of leftover Japanese food--God, he was glad Ukyo was back--and he figured once he invited Johnny he could get him to bring some hard cider (which was, all things considered, better than beer. At least better than cheap-ass Coors he was used to drinking back in Everwood).

He stood back to admire his handiwork and flipped the iPod onto 'shuffle'. The speakers crackled and some old Journey song started playing.

Let Ephram never say he didn't get a good party.

[In theory guys only, but Bright has never been too fussed about party crashers. *g* May be top-levels at varying points to determine when stuff goes on, and there's to be a debut here later, but other than that, total freestyle.]

After learning that Ephram was going to have a bachelor's party organized by Bright, Ianto had thought it was only fair that Bran have a traditional British stag party. There weren't any pubs, but he had liberated a few bottles of rum from the cache that Anamaria had left behind, and stored them in the room he shared with Fionchadd.

He hadn't been invited to the wedding, which had stung at first, but he supposed that six months on an island didn't really constitute intimacy, and it seemed to Ianto, although he would never say it out loud, that Bran liked his relationships as is, and if he had grown up facing the kind of prejudice Bran had, he probably would be the same.

But he wasn't going to let that result in a joint bachelor's party. Oh, no. Especially not when there were at least three Welshmen--well, two and a half.

He knocks on Bran and Ephram's door in the early evening.

"Oi! Branbach! Don't think you'll be getting out of the stag do," he chastises.