A bar in the Yale area, Friday night

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Aeryn didn't know much about bachelorette parties, except that they didn't usually involve paintball. Therefore online research had ended up with everyone in a bar near Yale, and a few little accessories that she didn't get personally but thought Rory would like. And she was getting a frelling veil.


[For the bachelorette party girls and SP is love omg]

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Re: At the Bar

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

She frowned thoughtfully. "This is so the soberest bachelorette party ever. And thank you."

Re: At the Bar

[chasingangela]

"We can make up stories about how drunk we were?" Angela suggested, not knowing who else wasn't drinking or why. "Plus, your mom's here, it would be kind of weird to drink until we puke or eat a penis cake."

Lorelai was cool. But still. Mom.

Re: At the Bar

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"...oooh, we should get a penis cake."

Re: At the Bar

[chasingangela]

"Rory!" Angela squeaked.

Then, flushing, "Do you know where we could get one?"

Because, clearly, Rory was exactly the kind of girl to carry around a mental map of 24-hour X-rated bakeries.

[OOC: I fail at reading and thought we were in Boston for some reason. D'oh.]

Re: At the Bar

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"...no, but I know people who might," she said thoughtfully. "My friend Marty -- not your Marty, different guy -- is a caterer. He might know."

Re: At the Bar

[chasingangela]

"Someone should call him," Angela decided. "And even if he doesn't know, the question would probably make his Friday way more interesting.."

Re: At the Bar

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Maybe he could make us one!" she said, eyes wide.