MCA 0 [Monday Evening]

[bridge_carson]

The weekend had been fun, but Bridge was definitely glad when Monday morning had rolled around and Xander had woken up back to normal. And after a day of working on a construction project that was definitely *not* a sandcastle, it's now time for just hanging out and relaxing.

"I think possibly you've used up your sugar quota for like, a month, all in one weekend," Bridge says to Xander as he flops on to the couch.

[ooc: for the no longer almost-six fiance.]

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[needsaparrot]

"Bleeeeeeergh," is the only answer that he gets from his already-flopped fiance.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge is not laughing. At all. Really.

"Also, I don't think Jeremiah's quite qualified to be a ring bearer," he points out.

[needsaparrot]

"He could ride on RIC's head," Xander insists. Not all that energetically.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"He doesn't have hands," Bridge replies. "Also what if he like, spots a bug or something and decides potential dinner is more interesting?"

[needsaparrot]

"Well, I mean like, in his tank." Not really. He was almost-six. He currently has no idea what he meant back then, and knows damn well it wouldn't work.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't think RIC would be able to balance that on his head," Bridge points out. "I know little-you thought it was the best idea ever, but I don't think it'll work."

[needsaparrot]

"Okay, fine. We'll just stick a little bow-tie on his tank."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*ring*

In absence of easy access to pizza pain, there must be geo-location in order to find people ... in order to inflict pizza pain.

It's not like she's a frakking GPS, for crying out loud.

*ring*

[needsaparrot]

Somewhere in Xander's pocket, someone is singing I hate the world today. You're so good to me, I know but I can't change...

He blinks down, reaches for his phone, and tosses it at Bridge. "It's for you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge eyerolls at him, because he recognises the ringtone by now. "*I* wasn't the one who called her at oh-dark-thirty," he points out, but takes the phone anyway.

"Hey, dude," he greets Parker as he flips the phone open.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Tell your architectural life-partner-to-be that he's gonna regret that last phone call, eventually. You couldn't have hidden the Twinkie-cell from him?" Parker asked, rolling her eyes. "Dude. Heinous. To quote someone."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Awww, come on, it wasn't *that* bad," Bridge says. "And besides, if he hadn't called you would've completely missed out on the adorableness and that would just be sad."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grumbled, then said, "Four A.M. Wait for it. Will happen. Anyway! Not why I called." Tapping her fingers on the phone, she started to pace. "Which is the absolute need to keep promises, re, to wit, and thus: bachelor party!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...I think maybe speakerphone might be a good idea," Bridge says, doing just that so Xander can actually hear more than his half of the conversation.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Party, party, party, party," Parker enunciated after she heard the click. "Isabel's doing the wedding. But I, and anyone else who's around and available, am doing the bachelor party. Or parties. Your call, guys. Though you deserve a marching band to carry you off into the ocean. What night is good for this, for you?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Can I vote for not being carried off into the ocean?"

[needsaparrot]

"Well, I could carry you off into the ocean," Xander says. "But I'm not so hot on some guy with a tuba doing it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Can we agree on the carrying on, carrying off, Cary Grant, whatever, being Friday night? Or are you guys having a rehearsal dinner that will interfere?"

[needsaparrot]

"No rehearsal," Xander answers, from recent and well-drilled memory. "There's a whole Rabbi thing with only doing the ceremony when it's actually the ceremony."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"So... okay. Friday, then?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well," Bridge says. "There is kinda the whole Sabbath issue, but I guess as long as we don't actually, you know, invite the Rabbi..."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Why not invite the rabbi? They need love too. Right? It's not like he's Catholic." Said the girl who still crossed herself sometimes when she passed a cemetary.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, no," Bridge says. "Which is probably why he actually does observe the Sabbath and so it'd kinda be bad form. Unless we wanted the party to consist of a prayer service..."

[needsaparrot]

"We probably don't want the strippers kneeling in front of the Rabbi. Just a hunch."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge groans. "...I'd managed to forget about the strippers part."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Awwww, Bridge. Trust me. Like I told Xander's tiny counterpart, friends protect friends." She grinned. "We won't let the strippers drag you into the surf. And that's just the beginning of the fun."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just groans again and slides down the couch until he's lying down. "Is now a good time to mention that one of the new girls asked me to be her boyfriend today?" he says, before covering his face with a pillow.

[needsaparrot]

"Do what now?" Xander pokes at the pillow. "I thought you weren't into threesomes!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Really, really not!" Bridge says, his voice somewhat muffled by the pillow. "But it's just, we were comparing mecha, and then she just- she just *asked*. Just like that."

[needsaparrot]

"...Is 'comparing mecha' the new scrapbooking?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Tell New Girl to step off! If there's any threesoming here, I've got dibs!" Parker protested. "And you know it wasn't, Xander, but Bridge. My man. You have to use your powers for good. The awesome power of whatever-that-is can't be used on random girls. They have no resistance."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"If it was, I'd like to think you would have noticed, given how you were standing not that far away," Bridge points out to Xander, trying to ignore the fact that Parker may have just kind of volunteered for a threesome or something.

[needsaparrot]

"Maybe not, if it was secret mecha-comparing of the FUTURE," Xander points out. Whatever a mecha is. He's just having fun winding Bridge up now.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"There was no- it's *not*-" Bridge sighs. "And I signed up for a lifetime of this."

[needsaparrot]

"Nah, not yet - you just applied. You can always pretend the marriage license got lost in the mail..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That might work," Bridge admits, peeking out from under the pillow a bit. "If there were just one marriage license to worry about. Well, and if I actually had any interest in cancelling, which I really, really, really don't."

[needsaparrot]

"Let's just stick with hoping Willow's still got the clicky-clack mojo and some pencil pusher or three doesn't notice I don't exist or you're three, depending which marriage license we're trying to push through."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"If they do, Isabel and I can probably handle it. And there won't be any shoe-throwing unless it's direly necessary," Parker said, grinning at their silliness. "This is your wedding. You guys are not allowed to stress about it at all. Or the bachelor party. We've got them covered."

[needsaparrot]

"Them?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The reception and the bachelor party! Them." And okay, maybe she'd meant a bunch of male strippers too. No need to get specific at this point. "It'll be fine, now that I have a day to work with, and we'll just hold the party at the hotel. Sound good?"

[needsaparrot]

Funny how Sound good? sounds a lot like Be afraid. Be very afraid.

"I reserve the right to grab Bridge and carry him off into the ocean if I see the band getting handsy. Just sayin'."