Julian's POV
Ian had promised us a night we'd never forget. And, as I stood in the middle of a dimly lit, neon-soaked club with bass thumping so hard I could feel it in my chest, I realized he'd delivered. The place was packed, the air thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something distinctly... wild. This wasn't just a bachelor party. This was chaos wrapped in glitter and bad decisions.
"To the future grooms!" Ian shouted, raising a glass of something that smelled like gasoline but apparently passed for tequila. "May your wedding be as insane as tonight!"
Caleb, Joey, and I clinked glasses, though I was pretty sure Joey's drink was just water. He'd already had one too many shots and was swaying dangerously close to the edge of the bar. Caleb, ever the responsible one, was nursin
