Will you still need me when I'm sixty-four? Who: X-Men (males +18); tag anyone else who's interested When: Saturday, August 23rd, 2008 (late evening) Where: Xavier's; the basement (furniture storage, near generators and wine cellar) What: Mars' bachelor party Status: in progress Rating: PG-13 (NC-17?)
So the ladies could throw a prom, Conlan thought. It was time to see if the men could throw a bachelor party. Conlan and Scott had gotten right on it after the happy couple had announced their intentions. Sentient and Cyke had taken on the task, as they were Ronan's only closest male friends, and because it was something they knew Ronan would never ask for. But whether he liked it or not, he was going to get it.
Conlan surveyed the room, proud of what he and Scott had accomplished. It hadn't taken much to turn the furniture storage room into the perfect place for the party ... temporarily move out some the furniture, slide the couches that were already down there along the walls, bring down a pool table, some poker tables, a stereo system, and viola. The food was gracefully prepared by Gert, and booze was taken from the hefty supply still running around the mansion. Those were just cherries on the sundae.
"Is that a stripper pole?" Logan said to Conlan as he took a puff of his cigar.
"Yeah."
"Where'd you get that?" Logan asked with a quirked brow.
"At the mall. It was in a box with Carmen Electra on the side. Pretty easy to set up actually." Conny answered with a 'matter-of-fact' tone.
"Huh, who's strippin'?"
"Oh, I don't know. It was kind of a 'if you build it, they will come' sorta thing."
Logan nodded his head in approval of the younger man's answer and took another puff of the party-supplied cigar. "I like it." Wolverine wasn't really big on parties but this one seemed to be on the right track. Of course, he wasn't sure if the Irishman was going to enjoy the evening, but that didn't have to ruin the fun for the rest of them.
Damage entered the room legitimately surprised at the work that had been put into this. Well, it had been done by Ronan's brother and the stiff shirt. He didn't think Cyclops took anything lightly, not even a stag party. Jonah made his way over to the center table and grabbed one of the cigars that had been laid out. Seemed like he was early. Well, no matter. Better to be early than late. "Is that a stripper pole? Oh God, where's Myra?"
"Haven't seen her." Gus said to the other man as he grabbed one of the cigars off the table. He didn't intend to smoke it but also didn't want to feel left out if every guy had one by the end of the evening. His camera rested against his chest, hung on a strap around his neck. He hoped to catch a few interesting shots tonight. And of course fill his role as photographer for the party. Something Conlan had asked him to do as he had a feeling he was going to be busy wrangling Mars. "I don't think there's a stripper per se, I think it's more of a symbol." But maybe he was reading too much into it.