somethingwithturquoise | Annie's Bachelorette Party! - Parts around Baltimore, Late Friday Afternoon into Evening [09/30].

Well, after tonight, Summer could finally stop stressing out about Annie's Bachelorette Party and start stressing out about the Wedding Proper (although, really, this was Annie they were talking about, clearly things were taken care of and covered, but Summer felt it was her duty, as maid of honor, to flail at least a little bit extra, just in case). So that was nice! And in clear defiance of any accusations of dick-themed shenanigans or planets covered in nothing but either jello or boobs, she had a seriously Classy As Fuck evening planned for everyone, because Annie was a Classy Ass Lady and this was all about her, anyway.

Besides, Summer Smith, contrary to popular belief, did know how to read a room. Sometimes.

Which was why this particular party was not being kicked off in a strip club or night club or even just a bar....but at a quaint farm/apple orchard just north of Baltimore.

Bet you didn't have that one on your bingo card!

[[ aaaand obviously for the bachelorette partiers in attendance! OCD is prepared! NFB for distance, let's SP the mother out of this thing! ]]

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"Oh my God, Summer." Annie was in love with her hat, you guys. And her sash, too, but also look at this hat. "Okay, already this is already amazing."

And she hadn't even had a donut yet. She'd been too busy delighting in her sash that told everyone she was getting hitched. Like.

LIKE.

She really had expected more dicks! In, honestly, kind of a bad way! Like, she'd been bracing for various anatomy in her face all week. This was...actually adorable? Which just went to show you that she needed to have more faith in her maid of honor, here, honestly.

That was Maid of Dishonor, thank you, which, despite quite possibly the multiverse's most wholesome bachelorette party ever, was a titled she felt she'd earned.

And having Annie this pleased with it before they'd even really done anything? Like, all the relief ever, and Summer was just going to take a moment to preen a little over having fucking nailed it, once again.

"This poor farm isn't even going to know what hit it."

Except that, you know, it would. Because she'd called ahead and warned/arranged everything, so...

"Like, happy bachelorette party or whatever."

"I wasn't expecting this," Annie admitted, clearly pleased as punch to be surprised. "Like. Summer."

It was too early to get too emotional and maudlin (wait for the hayride and those jello shots, though), but Annie still was clearly touched. "I don't know why I didn't expect that you'd come through with my bachelorette party."

Not a bachelorette for Summer, or a kind of nondescript whoo-girl bar-hopping situation (which, admittedly, Annie would have also loved.) But a party that was clearly designed with her in mind, and like...you were getting a hug, Summer.

Mind the hat.

Oh, Summer planned to be minding that hat all night, not even just for hugs, but just because if it just so happened to tumble off of Annie's head and get lost somewhere along the lines, it would be tragic.

But she was definitely taking that hug and squeezing Annie back before letting out a snort.

"Please. Like I was ever going to let my best friend have some boring-ass, run-of-the-mill, carbon-copy, cookie-cutter bachelorette party? This is to commemorate the passing of single, unbound, unfettered Miss Rebecca Anne January; we've got to make it memorable."

"I mean, it's true, I am single for only two more weeks," Annie noted, beaming as she pulled back and -- it was so fun to even note it -- held onto her hat. "That's what this is all about, right? I've got a measly fourteen days before I'm a missus."

Let's all just ignore that Annie hadn't been single, in any sense of the word, for about two years now. Okay? This was, like, about the officialness of it.

Yeah, that was probably a big part of why the whole messy bitch stripper route just did not seem like a good fit, really, because it was hard to even imagine a non-attached Annie at this point.

But laid out like that, Summer could only grin and lift her brows and ask, "So, how does that feel?"

And, depending on the answer, it still wasn't too late to reroute the party! But, somehow, Summer didn't feel it would be necessary.

"Super weird!" Annie noted cheerfully, tipping her hat to rest at a jaunty angle because she thought it might look cute. "But in a good way. Like an 'I can't believe it's actually happening' way, but I think I'll probably get used to it."

Given that once the wedding was over, it was...you know, the rest of their lives.

"Yeah," Summer agreed, smirking a little more because you were right, Annie, it did look cute, "something tells me it's not going to be too difficult of an adjustment period for you."

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