on_thecouch: 15.2

15.2. What's on your agenda?

Chase had hoped envisaged that his bachelor party would be a few drinks in the pub for a few hours so he could go home relatively early and pass out after a really hard and heavy week at work. When Lachlan had revealed who was coming to the night, he had only listed about one third of the people that actually turned up. Chase’s ‘last night of freedom’ had gone from a handful of mates having a beer at the pub to at least forty blokes packed out in a private function room at a Princeton hotel. Lachlan had paid for the open bar in advance, so the alcohol was literally free-flowing, even if the Scotsman himself couldn’t partake in the timeless tradition of getting completely shit-faced for his mate’s Stag Night.

( Chase had been more than nervous. He’d grown up in Australia where the tradition of a Stag Night raged brightly and outrageously. He had a friend in university who woke up the morning after his Buck’s Party chained and handcuffed to a lamp post in the middle of Melbourne’s busiest street at peak hour in nothing but a bridal veil and a Post-It note stuck to his forehead saying ‘Just Married’... )

- drcampbell used with permission. Not binding on any House, Foreman, Taub or Kutner muses


Word Count | 1,076

Written by drcampbell @ Chase's Bachelor Party

LINK: When Lachlan had left Chase’s side for all of three minutes to go take a pee, Chase had been fine. Well, not fine. That was kind of pushing it considering the Aussie had been half naked and dancing with House’s cane on the end of the bar with his one of his own socks on his hand and his hair in pigtails. But he was relatively safe and not at risk of injuries, so Lachlan had decided it was safe for a couple of minutes to exit stage left for a quick piss. And it was quick… as quick as he could be without bursting a blood vessel in his urethra anyway. In fact, both Foreman and Kutner had promised they would keep an eye and Chase, and Lachlan – stupidly – believed them.

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[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]


LINK: “You what?!” Tara cried, holding the phone away from her ear so her near-hysterical husband wouldn’t burst her eardrum. She squinted to see the illuminated clock on Lachlan’s bedside and found it was after one thirty in the morning.

Lachlan whimpered and paced back and forth across the gaudy carpet of the hotel’s foyer. The battery on his cell phone had died, so he was forced to resort to the pay phone at the hotel reception. “I lost him! He is half naked – possibly completely naked now - and in pigtails somewhere in Princeton with House and I havenae any clue what the fuck I should do! I called hospitals, Tara. I called hospitals and the morgue to see if he was dead!”

“It’s not like you could’ve put him on a leash, sweetheart,” Tara reasoned. “And if you did, considering he’s half naked, I’m pretty sure he would’ve gotten out of it if he wanted to. This is Chase we’re talking about.”

writers_muses: 51.1.H.

51.1.H. "It's all fun and games until someone gets cursed."

[Follows everything in CHASE'S BACHELOR PARTY PLOT]

( This wasn’t good. This time he wasn’t a teenager dressed as Marilyn Monroe and they weren’t going to let him off with just a warning. What the fuck had happened? How had he gotten so drunk and ended up like this… again? )

- Remy LeBeau is dontdotricks and used with permission. drcampbell, justalilcontact & hrtsevrytime referenced with permission.


Word Count | 944