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understood why Joe was feeling nervous about explaining his family to his fiancé, then Joe must not be completely out of line.
“Or you could not get married,” Mickey said.
Joe glared at him.
“What? I’m just stating the obvious. I’m sure I’m not the only one thinking it.” Mickey looked around at the others but no one would meet his eye.
“You love her, marry her,” Bull said, folding his arms over his chest. “Everything else will work out.”
Joe took a deep breath. “Okay, so tonight, we need to make sure no one gets too drunk and forgets that they’re in public — or forgets that Tori’s brother will be with us. Agreed?”
“Relax, man,” Darian slapped his back. “It’s just a bachelor party.”
JOE’S friends had arranged for a private room at the back of a local sports bar. Most everyone had already arrived. Driving over had taken longer than usual because the long-awaited snow had finally started to fall. People were driving as if they couldn’t remember what to do when the white stuff came down.
As Joe walked in, a loud chorus of yells and whistles and raucous cheering filled the air. The dark wood tables were already covered with pizzas, hot wings, chips and salsa, mozzarella sticks, and pitchers of beer. His younger brother Stuart and Tori’s brother Kevin stood at the door collecting car keys in empty French fry baskets.
Joe’s friends came over, slapping him on the back, ribbing him about his rush to get married, and talking animatedly about the Notre Dame football game on one of the televisions. Joe saw basketball on another television, and his brother Eddie was up on a chair trying to change a golf channel on a third TV. A waitress in a short skirt laughingly told him to get down.
Yup, it was gonna be a good night.
Joe shucked his coat, took the beer his brother Eddie handed him, and grabbed a slice of pizza with everything. As soon as the Notre Dame game hit half-time, his friends crowded around the entrance to the room. Joe started to walk over to see what was going on, but Bull pulled him back.
“Hold on there, buddy.” Bull grinned at him and folded his arms over his chest. “Just watch.”
Music beat heavily from the direction of one of the food tables. A moment later, the crowd of men parted in a riot of whistles and calls. A beautiful young woman dressed in what appeared to be only a Norte Dame football jersey sauntered in toward Joe.
Darian pulled up a chair in the center of the room and several hands forced Joe to sit. He groaned and laughed and didn’t put up too much of a protest.
The girl danced around him for a minute, then began pulling off her jersey. Joe assumed she must have something on underneath since it was a public place, but he wasn’t prepared for the University of Michigan cheerleader uniform. The hooting and hollering got louder. He hoped the Wolverine fans wouldn’t start knocking around the rival Fighting Irish fans.
The girl had fantastic abs. The thought had barely formed when she did a backwards flip in front of him. She broke into a suggestive cheer that fit the occasion and proceeded to shimmy and shake in a most delightful way.
Suddenly some guy Joe didn’t know reached out and grabbed at her. She was in the middle of a cheerleading move so he didn’t get a good hold before she jumped away.
Joe was out of his chair a second later, but two of his friends had already gotten between the newcomer and the dancer.
The guy called out something crass. Obviously drunk, if the slurring and smell were any indication.
“This is a private party,” Carl said, reaching his hand out to turn the guy toward the door.
“Get your hands off me,” the guy’s voice got ugly and he pushed Carl.
Joe stepped up just as a few more unknowns broke through the crowded doorway. “Now that’s enough,” he said firmly.
Eddie stepped to Carl’s other side. The three brothers were lumberjack-huge, Hannah always said. Joe knew they made an
“Or you could not get married,” Mickey said.
Joe glared at him.
“What? I’m just stating the obvious. I’m sure I’m not the only one thinking it.” Mickey looked around at the others but no one would meet his eye.
“You love her, marry her,” Bull said, folding his arms over his chest. “Everything else will work out.”
Joe took a deep breath. “Okay, so tonight, we need to make sure no one gets too drunk and forgets that they’re in public — or forgets that Tori’s brother will be with us. Agreed?”
“Relax, man,” Darian slapped his back. “It’s just a bachelor party.”
JOE’S friends had arranged for a private room at the back of a local sports bar. Most everyone had already arrived. Driving over had taken longer than usual because the long-awaited snow had finally started to fall. People were driving as if they couldn’t remember what to do when the white stuff came down.
As Joe walked in, a loud chorus of yells and whistles and raucous cheering filled the air. The dark wood tables were already covered with pizzas, hot wings, chips and salsa, mozzarella sticks, and pitchers of beer. His younger brother Stuart and Tori’s brother Kevin stood at the door collecting car keys in empty French fry baskets.
Joe’s friends came over, slapping him on the back, ribbing him about his rush to get married, and talking animatedly about the Notre Dame football game on one of the televisions. Joe saw basketball on another television, and his brother Eddie was up on a chair trying to change a golf channel on a third TV. A waitress in a short skirt laughingly told him to get down.
Yup, it was gonna be a good night.
Joe shucked his coat, took the beer his brother Eddie handed him, and grabbed a slice of pizza with everything. As soon as the Notre Dame game hit half-time, his friends crowded around the entrance to the room. Joe started to walk over to see what was going on, but Bull pulled him back.
“Hold on there, buddy.” Bull grinned at him and folded his arms over his chest. “Just watch.”
Music beat heavily from the direction of one of the food tables. A moment later, the crowd of men parted in a riot of whistles and calls. A beautiful young woman dressed in what appeared to be only a Norte Dame football jersey sauntered in toward Joe.
Darian pulled up a chair in the center of the room and several hands forced Joe to sit. He groaned and laughed and didn’t put up too much of a protest.
The girl danced around him for a minute, then began pulling off her jersey. Joe assumed she must have something on underneath since it was a public place, but he wasn’t prepared for the University of Michigan cheerleader uniform. The hooting and hollering got louder. He hoped the Wolverine fans wouldn’t start knocking around the rival Fighting Irish fans.
The girl had fantastic abs. The thought had barely formed when she did a backwards flip in front of him. She broke into a suggestive cheer that fit the occasion and proceeded to shimmy and shake in a most delightful way.
Suddenly some guy Joe didn’t know reached out and grabbed at her. She was in the middle of a cheerleading move so he didn’t get a good hold before she jumped away.
Joe was out of his chair a second later, but two of his friends had already gotten between the newcomer and the dancer.
The guy called out something crass. Obviously drunk, if the slurring and smell were any indication.
“This is a private party,” Carl said, reaching his hand out to turn the guy toward the door.
“Get your hands off me,” the guy’s voice got ugly and he pushed Carl.
Joe stepped up just as a few more unknowns broke through the crowded doorway. “Now that’s enough,” he said firmly.
Eddie stepped to Carl’s other side. The three brothers were lumberjack-huge, Hannah always said. Joe knew they made an
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