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, 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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