Bachelor party time!

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

Ryuuji took a final glance at the portal. It led straight into the bar that had been hired for the afternoon, and the transportation circle glowed a bright, clear blue at about waist-height for an average man.

The bar itself was a decent-sized one, cozy enough the small group wouldn't feel lost but big enough to allow the rotund Professor Homsar to manuver easily. The barkeeper had been dismissed for the afternoon and ECR was already stockpiled on the tables, along with snacks for the hungry men.

Just in case Professor Homsar couldn't make it, Ryuuji had also hired strippers of both genders to show up and wait behind the stage, discreely out of view of the partyers. He'd also provided them with animal (aardavark, bunny, frog, crocodile and barnacle) costumes, just in case. Finding a barnacle costume had been rather difficult, so Ryuuji had simply had one custom-designed in the end.

In other words, the party was ready to go, and all it needed was the man of the night to start off.

Simon could take care of sheparding the attendents to the party; Ryuuji had come to pick up Stephen.

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[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Ah, a bachelor's party. Revelry with a tradition that stretched back to when men first discovered the fun of women taking off clothes, and women first discovered that they could pick up money with more than their hands. And for that delicious doctor fellow, too. Such an occasion was more than enough to poke Robin out of his emo slight funk, have him dress himself well, and, hands in his pockets, eyes avidly studying the assembled group, wander into the given room.

Oh, and a bar! Perfect. Breasts and booze - two of his three favorite Bs! And the guests provided plenty of the third. It really was going to be a nice evening.

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Tyrion happened to notice Robin when he arrived, and frowned, trying to place where he'd seen that face before. Not coming up with the memory of his conversation with Sansa in Robin's body during the body swap right away, thanks to the excellent booze, he hobbled over to the man.

"Excuse me, but... You look familliar. Have we met? I'm Tyrion Lannister."

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Robin looked...down, a polite grin on his face. "I have met a lot of people, I'm afraid. Your name doesn't ring a bell." Holding out his hand, completely nonplussed by Tyrion's height, Robin sketched a slight bow. "Robin Goodfellow, at your service."

After all, not like he'd never been with a dwarf before. Some of the best sex of his life, actually, and that was saying quite a bit. Hmm...that one time in Dover... A blissful expression crossed his face. They were...just the right height...