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“Why are you drinking alone like some loner who got shut down by his crush? Shouldn’t you be celebrating your wedding with a bachelor party filled with strippers and models or something? Bryson pulled up a stool next to me at the bar of the VIP section. “You’re getting married in ten days, bro.”
Like I needed a reminder.
“Before you get any ideas, I don’t want a bachelor party filled with strippers,” I warned. I knew that was exactly what he was planning so I needed to nip the idea in the bud. “How’s the party going to be enjoyable then?”
“Bryson, I’m f*****g serious,” I threw my Chardonnay back like it was water. “I don’t want a bachelor party.” I didn’t see the point of it. I didn’t have a myriad of male friends besides Bryson, and the party was going to be beneficial to him, no
