บท 17: 17. Bachelorette Wildness (El,Max &Wheelers)
A/N: Oh wow, I did not realize how long this chapter was until I pasted it here. Lmao, I loved writing this. It was so fun! This is for 'PaladinofFarore' who wanted some Max in El's Bachelorette party, and for 'Tilda' who wanted El being involved in a fight and Max stressing over Mike killing her. I hope you guys enjoy this! Just to put a face on Gisselle, I imagine her as the gorgeous unicorn, Justine Skye. That girl is flawless *heart eyes*. Also, penis cakes are a traditional thing for bachelorette parties here in Mexico, lmao.
PROMPT: El's bachelorette party, Max gets wild/ El gets injured in a fight and Max has to drive her home to Mike ("He's going to kill me.")
"Holy shit, you're getting married!" Max gasped as she clutched El's forearm and shook the brunette around. "To the biggest nerd that has ever nerded!"
"You're just realizing that?" El laughed as Max clapped and squealed next to her.
She was getting married! To Mike Wheeler!
She had been dreaming of this ever since she was 13 and she learned what being married was. When Mike had 'popped' the question and she had said yes while crying hysterically over the beautiful ring, the only thing she could think of was how she was finally going to spend the rest of her life with the man she loved.
"God, when did we grow up?" Max wondered as she rested her face on her closed fist and twirled her finger in her drink.
El only laughed and took a sip of her Cosmo, grimacing when the burning of the alcohol slipped down her throat.
"What are you two doing here?! Come on! Giselle has been drinking jagerbombs with the blond girl from the bathroom and she's trashed!" Nancy told them sluggishly as she appeared in front of the girls and grabbed Max's arm, trying to pull the redhead from the bar.
She was getting married and that gave Max the perfect excuse to get her drunk and throw her a bachelorette party.
The redhead had appeared a week before and announced she had to clear her Friday night because she was taking her out.
Before coming to the bar, Karen and Joyce had hosted a dinner with her girl friends and Mike's sisters to celebrate, complete with the veiled plastic tiara and the penis shaped cake.
"Man, I can't wait to tell Lucas I ate a huge dick." Max had shaken her head as she licked white frosting from her fork.
Now, they were all way into their way to get drunk. Nancy had been having Margaritas all night long, while Holly (still being watched by her older sister in spite of being 22 already) had settled for nursing a long trail of beers and watching Dustin's girlfriend, Gisselle, make friends with the girls from next booth and drink herself into oblivion.
"C'mon." El dragged her best friend by the hand, taking their drinks and walking towards their table.
"Oh my god, here comes the bride!" Gisselle squealed as she spotted El come closer, still wearing her veiled tiara. "She's getting married to one of my boyfriend's best friends." She told the blonde girl— Andy— who was sipping drunkenly from a beer bottle.
"Oh my god, how are you so drunk and why the fuck am I not on your level?" El asked amusedly as she sat down next to the dark skinned girl.
"Here!" Gisselle thrusted a giant glass of what appeared to be Tequila in her hand. "Why are you not dead yet? This is a party, isn't it?! Whoooohhohhh!" She cheered, receiving hollers and whoops from the girls around them.
El laughed and proceeded to get stupid drunk with her friends and family.
The night progressed as the girls continued to party, dancing to the newest songs the DJ played and laughing incessantly as they told their new bar-friends stories from their lives.
"I'm so glad we're friends." A drunk Gisselle told Max as the redhead held the girl's purple-streaked dark hair in her hands while she threw up.
"Me too." She laughed as Gisselle gagged again, not even grossed out because of how much fun she was having.
Max couldn't get too drunk (or drunk at all, really) because she was El's designated driver. Mike would murder her if she crashed her car with his bride inside. She was staying at their house for the night, while Holly stayed with Nancy at her house with Steve and Jonathan, and Gisselle returned home to her and Dustin's apartment.
At this point, she would have to call Nancy and Holly an Uber, because both girls had been drinking all night, and Gisselle was so trashed she needed to see her friend enter her home safely.
An hour later, Max was screaming wildly as Holly and El threw their heads back while taking tequila shots, winning a battle against a girl and a boy who had somehow challenged the pair to a drinking contest.
The rest of the bar chanted and cheered the girls on, while the other couple was being coached by their friends.
"Chug, Chug, Chug!" Nancy pumped her fist in the air, along with Max, their new friends and a more conscious Gisselle (who was seated in a bar stool next to the girls).
El slammed the shot glass against the counter, eyes shut and a hiss living her lips as Holly drained the last drops of her own shot, and when she was done, she shared a nod with her sister-in-law and they both reached for their second-to-last shot, while the other couple was still beginning their fifth shot.
"They're going to win!" Nancy clapped, hugging Cindy— one of their new bar-friends— as the brunette slammed her hands on the marble counter, wildly cheering her new friends on.
"Holy shit, those girls have iron livers!" Max heard someone say and she laughed as she watched her friends reach for their seventh and last shot.
Suddenly, the black haired girl who had challenged them reached out and, without stopping her drinking, slapped Holly's shot glass in obvious cheating. The young blonde gasped as the tequila shot ran down her blouse and the crowd went ohhh while some began screaming "CHEATER!" in dismay.
"That's not fair!" Max yelled in anger as the other boy kept on drinking, now onto their last shot as El paused her drinking of their seventh shot and glared drunkenly at the black haired girl.
"That's against the rules!" She yelled as she threw the remaining tequila at the girl's face.
"Bitch!" The girl gasped, as the other boy reached out and pushed Holly's face hard, making the younger girl fall from her stool.
The crowd gasped and shouted as some people began thumping the guy's back in anger for hitting the girl.
"Oh my god!" Gisselle gasped as suddenly the bar exploded in a fight. The people around them began fighting each other as the couple's friends joined in.
El jumped from her seat and punched the guy's face, having a clear shot at him.
The black haired girl, moving from the middle of the fight around them, grabbed El's arm and sank her nails there, trying to push the girl from her presumed boyfriend's space.
Max jumped in and punched the cheating girl, and suddenly the girls were consumed by the fighting crowd.
The bartenders tried to control the situation by yelling and one of them even climbed on the counter, hitting a knife against a martini glass to try and gain the crowd's attention to no avail.
"Get her, Holly!" Gisselle screamed as the little Wheeler began pulling on the dark haired girl's neck.
"Holy shit, holy shit!" Cindy jumped excitedly, greatly enjoying the show as she watched Max beat two blondes' asses.
"This night is going way different than how I thought it would!" Andy told Nancy, still sipping a drink, as they watched the tumultuous fight.
"Whoop her ass, Eleven!" Nancy cheered as she watched her sister-in-law headlock a taller girl against the counter, a few feet from her.
The fight began ceasing (or at least, the crowd began thinning) as the bouncers entered the bar and began throwing people out.
"Get her the fuck off of me!" A girl screamed as she was lifted by a bouncer, even though she was the one on top of Max.
"Holly!" Nancy yelled as she struggled to separate her little sister from a shorter ginger. "Holly!"
Suddenly, she was lifted from behind and Nancy wiggled and screamed in protest as she was carried out, along with her sister.
"Shit, Nancy!" Gisselle screamed as she tried to support herself against the counter, watching as they carried her friends out.
"Motherfucker!" Max screamed as she watched the black haired girl lift a wooden bar stool and bring it down on El's shoulder, hitting the side of her face first.
Her best friend yelped as she went down, and Max ran to push the other girl to the ground, away from El. She was too drunk to get up again, and Max watched as a guy lifted her and carried her away.
"I WANT EVERYBODY OUT!" A bartender was screaming as another one was on the phone. "THE POLICE IS COMING, YOU FUCKERS!"
"Shit, Max, we have to go!" El desperately told her as the redhead helped her up.
Both girls ran out, along with a drunk Gisselle, who was being held up by Cindy, once they found out the Wheeler girls had been thrown out.
Max spotted Holly's blonde head first; Nancy was propped up against a telephone booth, a few feet from the entrance of the bar, inspecting her little sister's bruised eye.
"You guys okay?" Max asked them, as Cindy set Gisselle down on the ground at Nancy's feet.
"Yeah. God, how crazy was that?" Holly exclaimed as she threw a hand in the air.
"It was horrible!" Andy said, still drunk but high on adrenaline.
"Girls, we have to go. The police are on their way and they will question everyone who's still here!" Cindy told them anxiously as she grabbed Andy's arm and held the other girl against her.
"Shit. Okay, we need to think how we are getting us all home." Max said, closing her eyes to concentrate.
"I can drive." Nancy told Max seriously.
"Are you kidding me?" Max deadpanned with a raised eyebrow.
"Max, look at me!" Nancy exclaimed, pulling herself away from the phone booth and standing tall and proper to show the redhead she wasn't drunk anymore. "This just sobered me up! I'm fine, I can drive."
Max scrutinized the older girl for a few seconds, making her do the '4' and walk in a straight line, before nodding reluctantly. "Don't make me fucking regret this, Nancy." She told her as they propped Gisselle up between them.
She only shook her head and propped her hip at Holly, silently ordering her sister to pull her car keys from her jeans.
"Well, I guess we're parting ways now. It was really nice to meet you guys!" Cindy told them with a smile, as she held a now saggy Andy.
"Good luck with the wedding!" Andy threw over her shoulder as they began walking.
"Wait! Let's trade numbers and then we can hang out at my wedding, again!" El exclaimed suddenly, stopping the pair from walking to their other friends who were waiting for them in a car.
A few minutes later, Max, Gisselle, the Wheelers and El (soon-to-be-a-Wheeler, too) walked to their cars.
"I'll drive Gisselle and then I'll call you to let you know when we get to Mike's, okay?" Max told Nancy as she pushed Gisselle in the backseat of her car.
"What a wild night, right?" El asked Holly in the background as she got in the passenger's seat of Max's car. "You chugged like a champ!"
"We totally would've won." Holly told her sister-in-law as she leaned down to hug her goodbye.
"I think I'm feeling drunk now." El admitted as they separated.
"Me too," Holly whispered with a grimace. "Tell Mike I said hey!" She yelled as she got in Nancy's car.
The girls parted ways and Max watched from the inside of her car as Nancy drove steadily away.
"I need to get home." Gisselle mumbled drunkenly from the backseat.
"Gisselle," Max told her as she began driving away from the bar, just in time to catch the flashing blue and red lights of the police car. "If you throw up back there I will drop your ass on the street."
"Meany." Gisselle pouted as she laid back on the seat.
"You okay?" Max asked El as she threw a look at her best friend.
"I left my tiara." El complained sadly as she leaned her head against the window, enjoying the coolness of it.
"You'll get a real one in two weeks." She smiled.
"Yeah," El grinned back drowsily. "Max, I'm drunk!" She exclaimed after a few silent minutes.
"You'll be home with that mouth-breather in no time, Ellie. We just have to make a quick stop." She told her as she pulled up to Dustin's building.
"Get down here, your princess is dead." Max told her friend over the phone once he answered.
"What?!" Dustin yelped, quickly throwing some shoes on and racing to the elevator.
A few minutes later he was walking to the car in spaceship boxers and a Chewbacca T-shirt.
"Nice outfit." Max snorted.
"Nice face." He snarked back as he leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek.
"What?" She frowned as she pulled her visor down and stared into the mirror. She winced when she saw her bruised cheek and her mascara-smudged eyes.
"Hey, El." He smirked, getting a weak wave from the girl as a response. "Damn, you guys really hit it hard tonight." He whistled as he inspected his girlfriend passed out in the backseat.
"You have no idea." She told him with a grimace as she unlocked the car to let him take Gisselle out.
"Blood." El told her suddenly.
"What?"
"Blood." She repeated, showing Max her bloody fingertips.
"What the fuck?" She exclaimed as Dustin pulled a groaning Gisselle out of the car. "Where is that coming from?" Max pulled on her best friend's T-shirt and gasped as she moved the shoulder of it away.
"Fuck, Mike is going to kill me." She groaned as she touched Eleven's cut shoulder, taking in the bride-to-be's split lip, too.
"I'm coming over tomorrow to hear about this wild night. Don't leave early, carrot!" Dustin told her as he closed the car's door and began carrying Gisselle home. "C'mon, baby."
"Okay, bye!"
Max drove away and sighed, rolling her eyes as El began giggling next to her.
"This was such a crazy bachelorette party. Thank you!"
She chuckled amused, shaking her head as she drove the few minutes to Mike and El's home, thankful that the boys lived close to each other. "You're welcome, weirdo. It was all free anyway, we didn't pay the tab." She snickered.
When they pulled up to the driveway, Mike was already out, sitting on the house steps. Max suspected Nancy or Dustin had called him already to tell him what had happened.
"Hey, Wheeler." She smiled sheepishly as she got out of her car.
He sighed heavily and shook his head at her, walking quickly to help El out.
"Hey." El smiled up at him.
"Hey. What happened to your face?" He asked her as he passed an arm around her waist to lean her weight on him.
"We had a fight."
"Oh, you don't say." He rolled his eyes as he entered the house behind Max.
Yup, Max thought, somebody called him already.
They walked all the way to the kitchen and Mike sat El on a stool, walking away for a little bit before coming back with a first aid kit.
"Mike the nurse." El giggled.
He smiled involuntarily as he looked at her and he shared an amused laugh with Max.
"Yay, you're not mad." El clapped lightly.
"Who told you?" Max asked him as he gently wiped El's face with a cotton ball.
"Nancy called me, said you guys got into a huge fight. Figured you were a little drunk by Holly's trashed babbling." He answered with a shrug as he carefully smeared some balm on El's lip, smiling when El stared up at him fascinated.
"Oh, yeah! She was doing tequila shots with El when it all happened. Your little sister deserves an award, Mike! She— Check her shoulder, she got hit with a wooden stool— drank them like it was water!"
"Not sure if that's something I'd award her for." He muttered as he inspected El's shoulder with difficulty. "I'm going to take off your shirt okay? It's in the way." He told the brunette.
"Of your dick?" Max laughed, clutching the kitchen's countertop as Mike gave her a flat look over El's head. "Oh, yeah! Your mom made a dick cake!"
"What?" Mike asked with a weirded out face.
"Yeah, it was delicious." El told him as she shivered from being in only a bra.
"Oh, god, I don't ever want to hear the words 'mom' and 'dick' in a sentence again." Mike shuddered as he finished cleaning El's wound. "You good?" He asked her and Max nodded. "All right, c'mon."
"You're not putting a bandage over it?" Max frowned as he held El up against him.
"She looks like she rolled on a bar floor," he told her sarcastically, getting a laugh from both girls. "I'm getting her in the shower and then I'm bandaging her up."
"Please keep it PG-13." Max pleaded teasingly as he began dragging El with him to the stairs.
"Shut up." El groaned, clutching Mike's neck.
"Can you put everything back in its place, please? That's your punishment for giving me my fiancée back all bruised up." He told her with a smirk as he began climbing the stairs.
Max huffed, leaning over and shoving the cotton bag and the tape back in the kit. "Whatever, she loved it, Wheeler."
"Goodnight, Max." Mike sinsonged at her.
"Did you have fun, babe?" She heard him ask El and she couldn't hear the girl's answer but she definitely heard Mike's laugh as he closed their bedroom door behind them.
Those two were meant to be.
Speaking of meant to be, she thought, taking the first aid kit and putting it back in the first floor bathroom, where she knew they kept it. She ran upstairs and entered the guest room, taking off her boots and sitting tiredly on the bed as she took out her cellphone. She sent a quick text to Nancy, telling her they were safe and sound, and then laid back against the pillows as she called Lucas.
"Hello?" His sleepy voice answered her.
"Hey, babe. Sorry, did I wake you?" She whispered, sitting up again to press the phone against her cheek and shoulder, taking off her socks and pants.
"No, carrot, what's up?" He asked her groggily.
"Liar," she told him fondly, pausing their conversation to take off the rest of her clothes. "You won't believe what happened to us tonight."
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