Wedding Plan (Part II)

                                    

                                          

Micah hugs me after Bertram. He's grinning from ear to ear, excited to see me as well. I see the haters in the background scowling my way, but I ignore them as usual.
Micah says, "I have a new toy. Let's go check it out!"
I respond, "Sweet!" and follow him to the garage.
Micah has a six-car garage. His newest toy is a 1956 Jaguar Roadster. It's black on platinum and looks like new money. I stood gawking with my mouth dropped. Micah says, "Here take the keys. Let's take it for a drive."
I snatch the keys, and we get inside. The power from its vibrating engine is turning me on. I say, "Now this car screams I have a huge dick!"
Micah laughs while pushing the garage remote. Once I backed out, I drove through the mountains.
Micah taunts, "I know you're not scared! Floor this bitch, man!"
With a big grin, I start winding around these curves like I want us to die. Micah is an adrenaline junkie, so he's hanging out of the droptop screaming, "Woo Hoo!"
We risked our lives for about 30 minutes before returning to the party. When we drove up, Perceval was on the porch, with a stripper. He watches me pull into the garage, wide-eyed. No one noticed we were gone because the strippers were here in full force.
While I'm at the bar ordering a drink, Micah comes to tell me something but Perceval cuts him off asking, "Why'd you only take Que? I like old cars too."
Hesitant, Micah answers, "Well, second of all, it's not an old car, it's a Roadster. And firstly, you're a hater."
Perceval flips him off as he walks away. Micah grabs me laughing and I say, "Will your parents please adopt me?"
"My parents suck. Only their money is worth anything. You're better off like you are, trust me."
Suddenly a stripper speaks over a microphone, saying, "May, I have everyone's attention, please?"
The DJ stops the music. The house is packed and now everyone is facing her. In a sexy, airy tone she says, "Hey."
In unison, the room mimics a resounding, "Hey."
She giggles and says, "My name is Honey. I'm your hostess for tonight. I'm also all Bertram's. So, you may look, but don't touch. I'm here exclusively for him."
The room starts groaning because Honey is fine as hell. Her skin is golden like honey and glistening. She's wearing a mustard-colored thong set exposing her smooth, round, jiggly bottom. You know it's real! Her breasts are the perfect handful and are real too. Soon I'm scanning the room for Cortez. He sees me and pretends he's crying. With my teeth gripping my bottom lip, I mouth, "Gah damn she's fine!"
Tone was right, this bachelor party is lit, but too wild. If you have enough cash, these women are doing whatever. Two are trying extra hard to have me ride them, but me paying for sex is like paying for air.
And poor Honey, Bertram is killing her ego. He loves his Trish. All night, Honey's simply been sitting on his lap. Then again, she's probably happy. I'm sure this is the easiest gig she's ever had.
Bertram and his wedding party are sitting in this area. I walk over and ask, "May I join?"
Everyone is buzzed, tipsy, drunk, or high by now. Bertram answers, "My stubborn brother. I should say no since you reneged on my wedding, but I can't. I love your bullheaded ass."
I squeezed between Tone and Cortez giving him the middle fingers. They all laughed. As soon as I'm seated a stripper comes to sit on my lap, but I stop her, saying, "Baby you're so fine. I swear you are. But not right now, okay?"
Leaning back, in my ear, she whispers, "I'll do you for free. I've made my money for tonight."
Now gawking at me through wanton eyes, I say, "Let me talk to my fellas. We have a wedding to plan."
She smiles and then leaves, but I catch Perceval scowling at me. I roll my eyes away from him and listen. Bertram asks Tone, "So, is Shania your plus one for tomorrow?"
"Hell Naw! I'm trying to enjoy your wedding, not fight through it!"
"Why don't you just dump her then, man?" Bertram asked.
"Three words, a Bonafide freak!"
Everyone starts giving him high fives, signifying he's right to keep her. Micah then asks, "Cortez, do you have a date? Or is whoever you're walking down the aisle with the only date you could find?"
"Shut up Micah! How old is your girl, 65? I'd rather go alone!"
Shrugged, Micah says, "You're not hurting me. My girl takes care of me, in all ways."
"Cortez is walking Courtney down! She's the finest in the entire wedding party! I feel what ya doin' Cortez!" Bertram winks.
"I'm telling Trish you said that!" Micah teases. We all laugh again. Then Perceval asks, "So who are you bringing Que?"
Everyone goes silent awaiting my answer. I chuckled, "Well damn. Who were y'all expecting?"
Perceval continues, "You know you're the man Que. Grace us."
I glanced at Bertram. He rolls his eyes up, then shakes his head at Perceval.
Tone says, "You're right Perceval, Que is the man. So, unlike your gossiping ass, he doesn't boast about his women."
Perceval frowned, "You mad Tone? I'm just asking. We hail Que like he's the "woman whisperer", but I've yet to see a woman. That's all I'm saying."
Cortez interjects, "That's because you're not in his circle, bitch!"
Perceval laughs, "Cortez is quite defensive when it comes to you, Que! What's up with that?"
Cortez lunged at Perceval. Tone and Jonas grabbed him, but I sat calmly, glaring at Perceval. All shrugged up with a provoking frown, Perceval glances around our area.
Bertram intervenes, saying,  "That's enough Perceval. Chill before I kick you out of my wedding. Don't ever disrespect my brothers."
"B, you and me cool. I swear I wasn't trying to disrespect anyone. I apologize Cortez. I apologize Que. But I'm honestly interested in seeing how the incomparable Quinn operates."
Through a mocking smirk, Micah answers, "Whatever you're doing, do the complete opposite then you might comprehend who Que is and how he operates."
Everyone laughs but I'm still glaring at Perceval. He flicks Micah off and asks, "Que, you want to say something?"
I answer, "Seems you don't respect the women you've been with. I only deal with women I respect. Maybe, telling exaggerated stories makes you feel like a man. I know I'm a man, so my intimate moments can stay intimate. I feel like a man whether someone hears about my woman or not. To answer why you've never seen me with a woman, that's common sense. My time with her is with her, not to be shared with another man. My women prefer it that way. Can you say the same?"
By now, Perceval is glaring at me with a stupid look. My head now cocked to the side, I add, "Don't attack me because your women are anxious to meet me."
Perceval gives me the middle finger and then stands to leave. Micah grabs him, asking, "Where you going? Oh, now you want to leave!"
He snatches away and I sneer, "Let his punk ass leave."
As he walks away, he's cussing me out. Bertram shouts, "We love you, man! Be at the church by 1!"
We sat trash-talking for another hour or more before we ended the night. Bertram walked me to the door and asked, "Are you coming to my wedding man? I need to see you there."
"I'm going to try B. But I'll definitely be at the reception."
"Don't try man, come. Okay?"
"I'll try."
Exhaling, he opens his arms to embrace me. After we hugged, I left.