As Steve and Lucy's wedding day approached, there was still a lot that needed to be done. The girls had gone off on their own to shop, as women often did, which bored Johnny to death. He'd gone with Liv a few times while she tried on outfit after outfit, and it was fun for a while, but got boring pretty quickly, and before long he could usually be found poking around the lingerie section for something more interesting than office wear. But not today. Today, the girls had gone off on their own, leaving Steve and Johnny to their own devices, which was not necessarily a good thing, as Steve didn't really know his way around Rhy'Din and Johnny was about as mature as a ten year old most of the time.
Despite the stern lecture from Liv to behave, Johnny had wasted no time once the girls were gone, dragging Steve out of the apartment to show him around Rhy'Din. They had been given a to-do list of their own to fulfill, which included buying rings, and Johnny wanted Steve's opinion on an engagement ring for Liv. He'd made Steve promise not to say a word on threat of death, cross his heart and hope to die, and all that, though it was mostly an idle threat. The rest of the day had been spent showing Steve around Rhy'Din and the Marketplace and trying their best to avoid Liv and Lucy. When Johnny realized that Steve had few friends and that no one was going to have a chance to throw him a bachelor party, he decided to take it upon himself to drag the reluctant Captain to the nearest strip joint - a place Johnny had once frequented before meeting Liv known as The Cat's Meow - to celebrate his last night as a bachelor, much to Steve's chagrin.
There were certain things that were traditional and necessary, in Johnny's opinion anyway, and a bachelor party was one of them, despite Steve's insistence that a.) He couldn't get drunk, and b.) He didn't really need a bachelor party. Five hours later, Johnny was three sheets to the wind, and Steve was still stone cold sober.
The girls, on the other hand, had not had such a meandering day as all that. Lucy had some very clear ideas about what she wanted to get, and where she wanted to get it from, which resulted in Liv being dragged cheerfully from one end of the city to the other and, at one point, standing on a stool while a seamstress made a few pivotal changes to the dress she was wearing. The quieter twin was ever so slightly gleeful about being in on the secret, thoroughly enjoying herself as she watched Lucy get herself fitted and kitted out for the big day with all the determination of a drill sergeant on parade, from the dress to the underwear. They even had a moment to choose a suit for Johnny to wear, confident in Liv's ability to talk her boyfriend into just about anything.
By the time they returned home, the apartment was empty and had been for quite some time, leaving them plenty of room to spread out in their pajamas to enjoy some in-depth girl talk over Chinese, ice-cream, and a bottle of wine that had been sitting in the back of the cupboards for months. It wasn't often Lucy and Liv got to sit and just be with one another, and even if it hadn't been intended, it was the best gift their respective other halves could have given them. Of course, by the time the food was eaten, the wine almost finished, and the couch made up to fit both of them for the night, night had fallen, and the boys still weren't back, a little sliver of worry began to settle on both women. While Johnny was a little wild and could easily lose himself in the city for hours on end, Steve was not the sort to disappear without even finding a way to call. Was he"
Though Steve had certainly seen women in various stages of undress, the only one he'd ever seen naked other than pictures in magazines and on pin-up posters was Lucy. Once the girls in the strip club found out he was getting married, there was no lack of attention, most of them assuming the pair were brothers. Johnny did very little to discourage that assumption, thoroughly enjoying the attention, as innocent as it was. His heart belonged to Liv, as much as Steve's belonged to Lucy's, but he was determined to show Steve a good time if it killed him. Fortunately for Johnny, he survived, just barely.
With Johnny practically incapacitated, Steve managed to call a cab, get Johnny inside, and direct the driver back to Luks Condos. He hoped the girls wouldn't be too worried or too angry, but there wasn't much he could about it now. He found Johnny's wallet and paid the cab driver, before slinging the half-conscious Human Torch over his shoulders and up the elevator to Apartment 303.
"Hey, do you work out?" Johnny quipped, dangling from Steve's shoulders with an upside down view of Steve's *ss, cackling with laughter as he gave the other man a swat.
There are few things that travel quite so well as the sound of a highly intoxicated man laughing at the top of his lungs, whichever way up he might be. Liv and Lucy certainly heard the approach of the heroes from where they were sat on the couch, exchanging a glance that was as much alarmed as it was amused at the sound. "That can't be ....can it?" Liv asked, not particularly relieved by the wide grin appearing on Lucy's face, and both women scrambled up from the couch, wine glasses in hand, to pad over to the door.
Reaching out, Lucy pulled the door open in time to see Johnny Storm, dangling over Steve's shoulder and laughing like a drain, give a pretty substantial slap to the other man's rump. Somehow managing to hold in the laughter, she drew Liv to her side, both twins looking up at Steve with identical expressions of slightly bemused mirth. "Good night, was it, love?"
Steve looked unamused, to say the least. "If he doesn't have a headache in the morning, I'm going to give him one," he remarked stepping into the room and unceremoniously dumping Johnny on the couch.
Johnny groaned as everything went from upside down to rightside up in a matter of seconds, feeling a little like a ragdoll, easily lugged around by the super solider. "Whoa..." he muttered, as he tried to find his balance, swaying a little, even though he was slouched against the couch. "Hey, Livvie!" he wiggled his fingers at her with a wide grin. "Me and Steve were bonding. Weren't we, Steve-o' Boys night out. Guy can't get married without having a little fun first," Johnny said, swinging his grin up at Steve from the couch.
Steve rolled his eyes. "More like watch you flirt with everything in a skirt," Steve replied under his breath. Or out of a skirt, for that matter. "I told him I can't get drunk, but he wouldn't listen!" he exclaimed, hoping they wouldn't blame him for this fiasco.
Despite the stern lecture from Liv to behave, Johnny had wasted no time once the girls were gone, dragging Steve out of the apartment to show him around Rhy'Din. They had been given a to-do list of their own to fulfill, which included buying rings, and Johnny wanted Steve's opinion on an engagement ring for Liv. He'd made Steve promise not to say a word on threat of death, cross his heart and hope to die, and all that, though it was mostly an idle threat. The rest of the day had been spent showing Steve around Rhy'Din and the Marketplace and trying their best to avoid Liv and Lucy. When Johnny realized that Steve had few friends and that no one was going to have a chance to throw him a bachelor party, he decided to take it upon himself to drag the reluctant Captain to the nearest strip joint - a place Johnny had once frequented before meeting Liv known as The Cat's Meow - to celebrate his last night as a bachelor, much to Steve's chagrin.
There were certain things that were traditional and necessary, in Johnny's opinion anyway, and a bachelor party was one of them, despite Steve's insistence that a.) He couldn't get drunk, and b.) He didn't really need a bachelor party. Five hours later, Johnny was three sheets to the wind, and Steve was still stone cold sober.
The girls, on the other hand, had not had such a meandering day as all that. Lucy had some very clear ideas about what she wanted to get, and where she wanted to get it from, which resulted in Liv being dragged cheerfully from one end of the city to the other and, at one point, standing on a stool while a seamstress made a few pivotal changes to the dress she was wearing. The quieter twin was ever so slightly gleeful about being in on the secret, thoroughly enjoying herself as she watched Lucy get herself fitted and kitted out for the big day with all the determination of a drill sergeant on parade, from the dress to the underwear. They even had a moment to choose a suit for Johnny to wear, confident in Liv's ability to talk her boyfriend into just about anything.
By the time they returned home, the apartment was empty and had been for quite some time, leaving them plenty of room to spread out in their pajamas to enjoy some in-depth girl talk over Chinese, ice-cream, and a bottle of wine that had been sitting in the back of the cupboards for months. It wasn't often Lucy and Liv got to sit and just be with one another, and even if it hadn't been intended, it was the best gift their respective other halves could have given them. Of course, by the time the food was eaten, the wine almost finished, and the couch made up to fit both of them for the night, night had fallen, and the boys still weren't back, a little sliver of worry began to settle on both women. While Johnny was a little wild and could easily lose himself in the city for hours on end, Steve was not the sort to disappear without even finding a way to call. Was he"
Though Steve had certainly seen women in various stages of undress, the only one he'd ever seen naked other than pictures in magazines and on pin-up posters was Lucy. Once the girls in the strip club found out he was getting married, there was no lack of attention, most of them assuming the pair were brothers. Johnny did very little to discourage that assumption, thoroughly enjoying the attention, as innocent as it was. His heart belonged to Liv, as much as Steve's belonged to Lucy's, but he was determined to show Steve a good time if it killed him. Fortunately for Johnny, he survived, just barely.
With Johnny practically incapacitated, Steve managed to call a cab, get Johnny inside, and direct the driver back to Luks Condos. He hoped the girls wouldn't be too worried or too angry, but there wasn't much he could about it now. He found Johnny's wallet and paid the cab driver, before slinging the half-conscious Human Torch over his shoulders and up the elevator to Apartment 303.
"Hey, do you work out?" Johnny quipped, dangling from Steve's shoulders with an upside down view of Steve's *ss, cackling with laughter as he gave the other man a swat.
There are few things that travel quite so well as the sound of a highly intoxicated man laughing at the top of his lungs, whichever way up he might be. Liv and Lucy certainly heard the approach of the heroes from where they were sat on the couch, exchanging a glance that was as much alarmed as it was amused at the sound. "That can't be ....can it?" Liv asked, not particularly relieved by the wide grin appearing on Lucy's face, and both women scrambled up from the couch, wine glasses in hand, to pad over to the door.
Reaching out, Lucy pulled the door open in time to see Johnny Storm, dangling over Steve's shoulder and laughing like a drain, give a pretty substantial slap to the other man's rump. Somehow managing to hold in the laughter, she drew Liv to her side, both twins looking up at Steve with identical expressions of slightly bemused mirth. "Good night, was it, love?"
Steve looked unamused, to say the least. "If he doesn't have a headache in the morning, I'm going to give him one," he remarked stepping into the room and unceremoniously dumping Johnny on the couch.
Johnny groaned as everything went from upside down to rightside up in a matter of seconds, feeling a little like a ragdoll, easily lugged around by the super solider. "Whoa..." he muttered, as he tried to find his balance, swaying a little, even though he was slouched against the couch. "Hey, Livvie!" he wiggled his fingers at her with a wide grin. "Me and Steve were bonding. Weren't we, Steve-o' Boys night out. Guy can't get married without having a little fun first," Johnny said, swinging his grin up at Steve from the couch.
Steve rolled his eyes. "More like watch you flirt with everything in a skirt," Steve replied under his breath. Or out of a skirt, for that matter. "I told him I can't get drunk, but he wouldn't listen!" he exclaimed, hoping they wouldn't blame him for this fiasco.