Room 229, Friday Afternoon

[arsenicmauls]

Gert hadn't been feeling super cheerful the past few days. Even though she was pretty firmly agnostic, and even though she thought Thanksgiving was a stupid, unjust holiday that celebrated horrible crimes and had no business being marketed as some kind of celebration of friendship, the looming approach of Hanukkah and Thanksgiving on her iCal was

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[justbeingbay]

"Knock, knock," Bay said from the doorframe. "So guess who gets to help with a Christian bachelorette party over Thanksgiving?"

She wasn't sure there even was such a thing, but her mom and Daphne both seemed to think that there was. And for some reason, Bay had to go along. But she wasn't complaining too hard; even if the wedding was Toby's worst idea ever -- which Bay kind of thought it was, though the gambling thing was up there -- she was about ready for a couple days at home.

[arsenicmauls]

"Wow," Gert said, reaching for her glasses from the side table so she could properly blink at Bay in mild surprise. "That sounds like one of the least fun things I can possibly imagine, actually. How'd you get roped into that?"

[justbeingbay]

"I am not really sure," Bay said, wandering in and sitting beside Gert on the bed. "So, Nikki's in some kind of fight with her church friends and apparently she literally knows no one else. And, well .... Daphne thinks we should fill in."

She made a face. "I don't even know what people our age do at bachelorette parties."

[arsenicmauls]

Old Lace begrudgingly moved off the bed to make room, giving Bay a mournful look.

"Especially religious people our age," Gert said thoughtfully. "So you can probably rule out strippers, and... she probably doesn't even drink, huh?"

It already didn't sound like much of a bachelorette party at all. Not that Gert was even much of a drinker, but in this case alcohol seemed pretty inextricably tied to the concept.