Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 132

Anders Point of View

Standing in my kitchen, I opened up another bottle of Newcastle brown ale, flipping the top onto the surface, and taking a long gulp. "f*****g hell Anders, you are on the loopy juice tonight." Davey laughs as he sips from his bottle of corona.

"What can I say, I am only getting one stag night, as I am only getting married once." I shrug.

"What time is everyone else getting here?" Ben asks, as he pulls the ring on a can of John Smiths Bitter, before pouring it into a glass.

"That widget in the can works amazingly. Look, your pint has the perfect head," Headache says.

"I wish someone would give me perfect head. That b***h would never go down on me." Twink sighs.

Ignoring Twinkle, before I say Josie gives me a perfect head, I quickly steer the subject to safer ground.

"Whip-me is meeting us there. Steven Masters is due now, John and Barry who worked at Newcastle Publishing will meet us there as well." I tell them.

Business Contacts, that is all I have as friends outside this group. I should feel like a sad loser, but I don't, because if I am honest, this group of people are the only ones I want to spend my Stag do with.

"Steven Masters, as in CEO of the Master's Group?" Davey asks me.

"Yeah, he is a competitor, but a good man." I shrug.

"Well Stan and Haley are coming as well. I hope you don't mind, but I invited the pair of them, given they helped with the Josie situation. They are meeting us there. Jason said he cannot come as with him working on the case against your father, it could be construed as a conflict of interest." Ben tells me.

"Sure." I nod.

I don't know Stan that well, other than when we met at the Chamber of Commerce event, but him and Haley did help Josie, and she likes the pair of them.

"What time is the partybus coming?" Headache asks, then rolls his shoulder, guess he has another ache or pain in it.

"Not long." I shrug. To be honest I am not sure as Joanne has organised getting all the Stags to Durham.

I have hired out a section of a busy bar 'The Slug and Lettuce' in Durham for our joint parties, I figured if we wanted to go on a pub crawl after, then we could. I have also opened a tab up, so that the drinks are all free. I am sure these lot will give it a good bashing. The doorbell rings, and I walk out into the long hallway opening it.

"Steven, good to see you." I smile, extending my hand to my acquaintance.

"Yes, and you Anders. Thanks for the invite, I am looking forward to tonight. Good to kick back and not worry about work." He smiles.

"How are the kids?" I ask him.

"Great, they are with Mam and Dad at the moment, getting spoilt rotten no doubt." Steven laughs.

"Let me introduce you to everyone." I smile and lead him into the kitchen where I see Davey throwing a packet of paracetamol to Headache, rolling his eyes, but not giving any sarcastic comment. I guess now he is the boss, he is curbing that side of his personality. I kind of hope he doesn't change it too much though.

I make the introductions, and Steven fits right in, busy talking to Davey about their kids and the excitement about Christmas which is coming soon.

The doorbell rings again, so I go answer it, and the driver of the party bus stands.

"Ready when you are Mr Maxwell." He tells me.

"Guys, the bus is here." I shout through, then pick my wallet up from the hall table.

"Careful you don't strain a muscle under the weight of your wallet, money bags." Davey quips.

Guess he isn't going to change much after all.

I shake my head, and chuckle at him as everyone walks out of the house.

"What the actual f**k!" I shout as I see inside the party bus.

It is full of boob balloons, along with a naked blow-up doll with a veil on its head, and a sash that says Fake Josie around it.

"Here Headache, Joanne got you a girlfriend." Twinkle laughs.

I have to say, it is good to see him smile, it has been tough on everyone, but nobody has felt the effects of the past weeks more than Twinkle.

Ben is the last into the bus, and I kid you not, the thing literally creaks under his giant weight.

"f*****g hell Ben, you are going to kill the suspension. Ya giant freak." Davey laughs.

"f**k off." Ben laughs back at him.

In the corner is an ice bucket filled with bottles of lager, in a fold out cabinet is a bottle of champagne along with decanters full of scotch, and brandy. "Pour the drinks Headache." I shout over to him.

Headache nods, and passes everyone a glass of the good stuff.

"Right, before we start, I want to propose a couple of toast's." I tell everyone.

"First one, is congratulations to Davey, who is the new Station Officer of Farringdon Station." I say, raising the class.

"Cheers Boss." They all say raising their glass before downing the whole glass, as Headache gets the decanter and refills everyone's glasses.

I guess to night is going to get messy!

"Second toast is to Ben, who is going to be Station officer of Marly Potts." I shout.

The sounds of booing echo around the bus from the Red Watch guys.

"Bastards." Ben laughs taking his drink.

Again, they all down the drink, well, if you cannot beat them, may as well join them so I finish my own.

"Thirdly, a toast to my Josie. What started off as a Lust/Hate relationship turned into something so deep and meaningful it took my breath away. To my life, and in less than a week, my wife." I grin.

"Why thank you arsehole." Headache shouts in a high-pitched voice, from the blow up doll he has sitting on his knee, pretending to do inappropriate things with it.

"To Josie!" Ben shouts, and we all down our drinks, before grabbing some beers.

Laughter and jokes ensue, everyone taking the piss out of each other, as Steven smiles, not sure if he is used to this s**t, but with this little lot he will have to go with the flow.

Half an hour later, the party bus pulls up outside the pub, and we walk into the venue. I shake my head as it is full of boob and c**k balloons, laughing.

"Trust the mother." Ben laughs looking around the space.

"The girls will be here soon; they are just getting into their bus now." Davey shouts over, as every one heads over to the Bar, each with their wallets out, guess they are in for a pleasant surprise, and I know by the end of tonight, my bank account will have a good dent in it.

I smile, because I cannot wait to see my girl and party with her, and our friends. I am the luckiest sod in the whole of England. Josie's Point of View.

"Shots." Joanne shouts, pouring some god-awful stuff into the pink p***s shaped plastic shot glass that hangs around my neck. The girls have done me proud, I am dressed in a short white flowing dress, a tiara with tiny pink p*****s standing up on it and a shirt veil with pink 'L'.s all over.

My sash that is draped over my shoulder has Bride written on it. I look to my mother, who is wearing a 'Mother of the Bride' Sash, and my grandmother has one with 'Granny of the Bride' on. I laugh, wondering how my mam and nana are going to cope with the festivities. My fears are soon dispelled with my Nana shouts over.

"I hope his... 'thing' is bigger than those on your head Josie!" she shouts.

I laugh shaking my head, then let out a sigh, wishing grandad was here, but he is unsteady on his feet, so said for my nana to come with Mam, although she has said she is going home before we head to Durham. That was about the time the big blow-up naked man appeared, and Joanne sunk to her knees pretending to give it head. The blow-up doll is currently sitting next to Anne, who is like everyone else here, three sheets to the wind already, and has spilt her drink on Joanne's coffee table.

"Woops." Anne shouts.

Lucy laughs, being the only sober one, I guess she will be in charge of us all tonight. Sucks to be pregnant on a hen do, although I doubt, she would change it for the world. She goes into the kitchen and brings out some kitchen roll, mopping up the spillage that occurred right in front of Fake Anders blown up p***5.

"Messy Fake Anders, I only tickled your balls." Anne laughs out.

I grin at her, loving how she has let go of her grief for tonight. I think she deserves a good night.

"The bus is here." Kathline shouts, as she staggers slightly from the window.

"Shots." Joanne shouts again, going round with the bottle of Sambuca, and pouring it into everyone's p***s shot glass around their neck.

"To the Party bus!" she shouts, then downs her shot, and we all follow suit, she has been toasting everything tonight, hence why everyone except Lucy is more than a little bit tipsy already.

We head into the bus, and the laughter continues, as more drinks are drunk, and we all talk utter shite for the whole journey. As I say my goodbyes to nana, who's nose is now bright red, because she has had one to many of Joanne's shots, and my Mam, decides to leave us to it, and get her home. It is probably for the best, as much as I love them, this raucous night will not be their cup of tea.

We pull up outside the pup Anders has booked for us, and stagger inside, seeing the area sectioned off. You can tell it is ours, just by the amount of giant c**k's and boob balloons floating about.

Anders is stood, looking hot as hell, in a pair of black slacks, a grey shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hell, I am one lucky woman. Although, I am instantly re-thinking the s*x ban I enforced on us a week ago, until our wedding night. He turns to see me, his face instantly lighting up in a bright smile. I can see from his glassy eyes he is just as drunk as I am right now. Anders strides over to me, wrapping his arms around me then pulls me in for a drunken, passionate kiss, that tastes of scotch and Sambuca, as our tongues entwine together.

Anders rests his forehead onto mine.

"f**k Josie you look hot babe. You are driving me nuts with this no s*x till we are married shit." He groans.

I giggle at him, because truth be told, I am driving myself nuts as well.

"Not long now." I grin at him.

"Drink?" He asks.

I nod my head, may as well go from drunk to steaming unable to walk, after all, I don't plan on having another hen night. This man is the only one I will know for the rest of my life, and I cannot deny how happy that makes me feel. "WHIP-ME!" Joanne shouts as she staggers over to the boss, as he chuckles at her. He must have changed at HQ because he is looking sexy in his denims and casual shirt.

I guess he is looking after the men tonight, as he is not drinking after his heart attack.

I giggle as I look around the area, to replace that Fake Anders, and Fake Josie are getting it on, as Twinkle and Anne giggle like teenagers bouncing the blow-up dolls together, giving everyone a fake p**n show. "Dance with me." Anders groans into my ears.

I smile and nod, who am I to refuse this man a sexy dance. We make our way to the dancefloor, followed by everyone else, and soon we are all strutting our stuff, as I grind my self against Anders and he groans again.

"I am going to make you pay for this future wife." He whispers in my ear.

"I really hope you do." I grin at him.

The music continues, and we are all dancing, as Twinkle takes Anne by the hand and does some fancy dance moves with her. I notice Joanne looking at them with a smug smirk on her face as she whispers something to Whip-me, and he looks over at Twinkle and Anne and shakes his head laughing at whatever she said. Ben and Lucy sway to the rhythm, both wrapped in each other's arms. As Kathline grinds all over Davey as he stands with a knowing smirk on his lips before grabbing her and kissing the life out of her drunken a*s.

This has been the best party ever, but like all good things, it is coming to its end, as the music slows, and changes to love songs.

Anders takes hold of me, as I wrap my arms around his neck, his hand rest on the top of my bum, and we sway to the music. The world around us disappears, as his lips replace mine.

"I love you Josie." He whispers.

"I love you too Anders." I softly sigh.

As the lights come up I look around everyone, then take a double look, Twinkle and Anne are stood together, lip locked, her leg hooked around his hips.

"Oh my word." I say, as Joanne grins with triumph, I guess she had a hand in this.

Lucy giggles as she snuggles into Ben, Kathline is too drunk to notice, as Davey holds onto her keeping her upright.

Headache looks over and grins, before grabbing fake me and pretending, or at least I hope he is pretending to lip lock the blow-up doll.

"This was the best party ever." I declare.

"Hum it was, only one thing could make it better." Anders groans in my ear then grabs a hand full of my a*s.

"Not until we are married." I say with a determination I do not feel.

Then all to soon we are heading home, everyone other than Lucy and Whip-me, totally and utterly waisted.