Style Quest: Bachleor Party

    “Where are you two taking me,” Varick asked as the soot-colored Dragonborn, Kriv, and a red-skinned demon spawn with ram horns, Gard, escorted the mahogany Clydesdale down the street. It was the night of the blonde horse’s bachelor party, and he didn’t know what would happen.

    “Don’t worry. When have I ever let you get hurt,” Kriv laughed as he pushed Varick forward. While he knew what his former teacher meant, the equine tailor rolled his eyes, debating making a list.

    “Trust us, it’ll be fun but I told you not to wear a shirt,” Gard assured Varick with his bare chest exposed. “We are drinking as brothers tonight.” For the life of him, the brown Clydesdale couldn’t figure out the demon spawn’s obsession with people being shirtless around him.

    Moments later, the trio arrived at a bar full of wedding guests. After the three rounds of shots, Varick was tossing off his shirt, much to the delight of Gard. Others followed suit because they were all drinking as brothers that evening. With three shots in him, Varick was reminiscing with friends. He was a fun, relaxed drunk levels, but the night was just beginning.

    “Let’s kick this party up a notch,” Varick shouted as he finished his eighth drink. The blonde horse climbed up on the bar with a stack of shot glasses. One by one, they were thrown into the air. Varick threw needles from his wrist sheathes, shattering each glass before they hit the ground. Cheers went up from the party guests as more objects were thrown into the air, for the equine tailor sniped each one from the air.

    “We’ll pay for everything,” Kriv assured the bartender as he threw a fist full of olives. Each of them landed with a needle, skewered perfectly through the middle. Not being the picky sort, the soot-colored dragonborn ate the olives off the projectiles. This display of drunken accuracy continued till Varick ran out of needles. Drinks and general partying continued till the mahogany Clydesdale hit his ninth drink.

    “What’s a bachelor party without any strippers,” Varick demands as he climbs back on top of the bar. “I guess if there aren’t any provided, I’ll handle it myself.” Already without his shirt on the equine, he started his dance routine by throwing off his belt. Slowly, the pants came off next to a loud cheer from the gathered crowd. Varick seductively danced across the bar in his boxers, collecting offered gold coins. The rest of the night was a blur after a few more shots.

    “Hey! Stupid! Wake up,” Raine demanded as Varick slowly opened his eyes. Everything was a little blurry, including the blue and green spotted snow leopard. The nauseous blonde Clydesdale was suddenly aware that he was naked as the snow leopard pulled the blanket off of him. “Who gave you tequila?”

    “Honestly, I’m not sure who didn’t,” Varick groaned as he struggled to sit up. On the floor, the horse’s pants and underwear jangled with loose gold. “Oh, look, a honeymoon fund.” He looked at his fiancee to see the joke had fallen flat on the angry feline.