Jeff's bachelor party was on a Thursday night ten days before the wedding. I'll admit I was nervous. It made no sense. I didn't make a request or even a suggestion as to what might be inappropriate behavior. That could never happen.
Sure, cousins Ben, Tyler and Malcolm would be there. Ben's attitude made me suspicious. Tyler and Malcolm were superstars at inducing fear. They were capable of attending a religious retreat and turning it into an event where they were the only ones not arrested.
However, Louis would also be there. I felt confident he would not let things get out of hand. Rich would be there as well and Jen had spared no adjectives in describing how responsible he was.
The most important attendee would be Jeff. Given how he had gone out of his way to take care of me when I went out drinking with the girls on my twenty-first birthday, he might well be the most responsible person there.
And even if Tyler and Malcolm managed to somehow drug Jeff, which wouldn't be the first time they accomplished such illegal behavior, Louis and Rich would be there to protect him.
Sabrina had joked she was sure she could titillate the guys with a steaming, hot dance. At least I think she was joking.
Yeah, I wasn't worried one little bit.
"So, did Rich tell you about the big night?" I feigned casual.
"Big night?" asked Jen. She was feigning casual as well. I could tell she meant to give me a hard time.
"The bachelor party," I said, clarifying with no special emphasis.
"Oh, that."
"Yes."
"I think Rich did mention something about it."
"How long do you plan to torture me?" I asked.
"Just long enough for me to squeeze the maximum enjoyment out of it."
She didn't continue. I shoved my palms upward in an urgent gesture.