Chapter Thirty
Dylan
Bob’s lunch spot? Apparently the start of my bachelor party day. Weekend?
No one will tell me anything.
No one will tell me anythingA limo would’ve been too obvious, so I was piled into a Suburban and discovered all my friends inside. “What is this?”
“Jen’s busy, so we get time with you for a change,” Jake replied.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” Bob said.
I shook my head. I trusted these idiots, so, “Fine…”
That we went to a white modern block of a house surprised me. If we were doing the home thing, we could’ve just hung out in the basement. Curious to see what they planned, I walked inside. A young nerdy hipster guy met us in the foyer.
“Greetings, gentlemen. Your party is all set up as you requested.” Party?
Party?Then we entered a huge living room,
