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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Okay, this was insanely cute, and way more than Allison ever did for either of her bachelorette parties. She was glad she got to join in this special kind of madness.

She picked the sash that said booty dancer, and was super grateful she didn't have to wear a hat.

Summer had to admit, she was a little less impressed with the other sashes, especially with the group they'd have, but it was a sacrifice she'd been willing to make because 'Maid of Dishonor' was too good to really pass up. So she nodded with approval when she saw which Allison had taken up.

"Good choice," she said, and lifted a cider donut in a toast. "And good to see you again. How've you been?"

"Good, I've been...good." Just, you know, sharing a house with 3 of her brothers, wondering when anyone was going to do anything to get them back to their own timeline.

After the wedding. Apparently.

"You really went all out on this," Allison said. "The farm stuff is very...Annie."

She meant that in the best way possible.

Look, when there was a wedding in the horizon, sometimes it was just best to sort of put other things on pause, because, especially in Summer's experience, weddings were pretty much prime time for terrible shit to happen. And moving a bunch of Hargreeves into the proper timeline beforehand just seemed like an open door to all sorts of nonsense.

Summer smiled contentedly at that assessment, with a nod and a proud look around. "It really is," she said. "I mean, obviously, if I really wanted to nail it on the Annie head, I'd have had to go a bit more....MidWestern Corn Maze than East Coast Apple Orchard, but I really didn't want to portal that far, and this way, I feel, it's almost, like, a celebration of her new life going forward which is decidedly New Englander now."

Summer, it was not that deep, you just wanted to do cute farm shit, but okay.

"It's very unique," Allison said. "My first bachelorette was very run of the mill."

You know, for a movie star.

"And my other wedding was in 1963, so, kind of low key. Not a booty sash to be seen."

"What a shame," said Summer, shaking her head with a disapproving tsk at 1963, although, if she were having this in 1963, she would so do some sort of horrific jello mold Tupperware party nightmare theme, ohmygod.

"I didn't really have a bachelorette party for my wedding," she offered, "unless you count, like, a pre-emptive raid on our enemies the night before," which honestly? Now that she thought about it? Was definitely kind of a cute take on the whole combined party aspect, "but that whole thing was kind of spur of the moment, anyway."

"I mean, raiding your enemies does sound fun?" If Allison ever had a third wedding (she wouldn't), she might consider doing that. She had built up a lot more enemies since then considering the Commission, the US government, and all those racists in the 60's...

"And it was," Summer admitted, with a wistful sort of sigh for those bygone days of that whirlwinds romance and how quickly marriage (and civilization) had turned Hemorrhage into just an absolute tool. "I don't think I'll be doing something like that building up to a wedding for a while now, though."

A significant pause.

"Hopefully."

A lot could happen in two weeks!

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