Bachelor Blowout...(Clark, Spence, Dave)

[TA Paisley Gregg]

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Clark was her closest friend, and now that things with Sandra had fizzled, Paisley was relying on her friend more than she should, she knew. But she couldn't help it. Clark knew more about her than anyone-even Sandy-and so, she felt a kinship with the man that if she were any other woman, might be construed as "more than platonic." And she had feared for a bit that she'd made a mistake-that she'd fallen for Clark, which would explain her intense hatred and jealousy at Paige's unexpected return, but, with the help of Dr. Kleingeld, and Clark's forgiveness, Paisley had realized that her feelings had been fear-fear that Paige wouldn't return, because Paisley had begun to crush on her best friends girlfriend. Which was JUST a little awkward. It had been worked out, though, to her satisfaction, and now, she felt nothing but joy for her friends.

So Paisley had ducked out of work early that day...she had a few things to do if the night would go off without a hiccup. First, she contacted Blackout, to make sure the strange AI was still onboard with helping, which he was. Paisley was going to surprise Clark with a night of range time at the Virgina Benchrest 1000 Club. It was a bit of a drive, though, thus Blackout's presence. They were then going to go to a nearby Steakhouse, Say-Boy Steakhouse. The Range was actually in West Virginia, and specialized in Bench shooting, where the shooters used specialized rifles, mounted to benches, to shoot paper targets. It would be fun, and Paisley had hacked the Range's appointment schedule, and had blocked them out a large chunk of time. She'd even managed to convince Hotch to let the four leave early, and had even arranged for Aimee Reid to babysit Clarklet so Paige could take a night off. The resturant was arranged for a party, and she'd even found out that they had pasta for her vegetarian self.

Now, she stood outside of BO's door, waiting for the others to arrive. She had arranged with Rossi to bring Clark, and she could feel the anticipation in her stomach as she waited. She had her own pistol in her purse, just in case, but she felt comfortable with these men she called friends and colleagues. It would go perfect. It HAD to go perfect. From her purse, Paisley also extracted a few items-a deck of cards and a pack of cigarellos. She smiled as two vehicles pulled up, bearing the guys. She smiled.

Hey! You are all right on time! Let's get this party started!


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[SA Dr. John Clark]

Paisley had contacted Blackout several days previously to ask for thoughts on Clark's bachelor party, and he had arranged between Paige and Rossi to load up the family's pair of Barrett .50s, a couple .338 Lapuas and a few of their other long-range rifles along with plenty of ammo; the ammo cans and Pelican cases of weaponry were already loaded into the big chopper's cargo hold, so it was just a matter of waiting for departure time.

Finally, he saw the woman approach the hangar's gaping maw, and started to roll forward. "There you are! I was starting to wonder if we were going to do this..." the machine kidded.

Just then, Dave pulled a Suburban up, and...

[sorry, gotta run, will finish later]

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

i must confess ,

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Spencer arrived in his old Volvo, not entirely too happy to be there. He hated parties, but he knew this was to honor Clark, so here he was. He also hated to leave the girls at home for too long; this time, he left them in Mia's care, since it was going to be an overnight and Aimee had school that day. He parked the car, and pulled his duffel out of his trunk before approaching the large chopper where Paisley now stood, dressed up. He smiled at her.

Hi, Paisley. Thanks for putting this together. I saw Dave, with Clark, on my way in. So we can head out soon. He glanced to his side and nodded at the hulking helo. Hi, Blackout. Are you excited for the wedding?! Aimee is coming postively unglued. He said this with not just a little mirth. His sister was a bit TOO excited-one might think she was planning her own wedding.

He tried not to check his watch as he stood awkwardly off to the side. He wondered what the night would have in store, and it felt a bit strange to be going to a bachelor party with a girl. But no one else thought it was weird, so he hadn't said anything.

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THIS THREAD IS finished.
AND IT’S FOR Clark,Dave,Paisley
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE Like I ever count?
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO the A's game
AND WE’RE WEARING HERE
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? This is kinda bad, but...
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0

[SSA David Rossi]

Paisley had dropped by Dave's office a few days earlier to discuss bachelor-party plans, enlisting him for advice and assistance in pulling it together and keeping Clark out of the loop until the big moment.

The day before, he had arranged with Paige to sneak an assortment of heavy rifles and ammo out of their basement, and an hour ago he had baited the trap: "Hey, I'm craving a good cheesesteak right about now--how'd you and Blackout feel about a... run up to Philly?" The younger agent had taken the bait and made the call, not realizing that the big lug was already in on things...

Finally, he had everything ready on his end, so he herded his charge to the Suburban, and they hit the road. "I've already talked this over with Paige--she wishes she could come too, but has another appointment. Aimee's babysitting..." A harmless white lie, he thought to himself as they rolled up to the hangar, Blackout already lumbering from his lair...

"Hey, big guy... what's this about you roosting in my back yard through the wedding and honeymoon?" Dave joked as they walked over to the big chopper. "Oh, THAT... well, since I'm doing the videography, and someone has to watch over Vanessa and Clarklet while Mom and Dad are away, I guess as the next most able-bodied male of the family I'm elected. It's not like they'd be game for crashing here..." Which was partially true--while Clarklet seemed more at ease with his mechanical big brothers than most humans, Vanessa was still adapting to not just the idea of intelligent machines as "family," but of them period, and she needed her creature-comforts to a degree.

Then Clark saw Spence and Paisley, and started to connect the dots... but before he could do anything about it, Dave shoved him up to the cabin door. "Shut up and Mount Up... it's Bachelor Party time!"

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Clark had been lucky so far in avoiding a Bachelor Party. So far, so good, he thought to himself as the last day before the wedding wound down... then Dave sprang a request to fly up to Philadelphia and get steaks. "Sure, why not... I'll call Blackout and see if he's ready to fly--he's been talking about scheduling some maintenance downtime soon."

Dave had insisted on driving, arguing that if Clark was going to be doing the flying it was only fair that he do some of the getting-there work too, and closing with an argument that a relaxed pilot is a safer pilot and they didn't want him starting the flight already loaded with road stress--Safety of Flight was a reliable trump card with Clark, both by him and against him.

When they reached the hangar, he noticed something was up... Paisley was a vegetarian and Spence was a ridiculously picky eater, and yet here they were already getting ready to saddle up. "Hey, this isn't a cheesesteak run..." but before he could turn to evade Dave had already shoved him into Blackout's cabin, where he just happened to notice a large pile of Pelican cases and ammo-cans lashed to the floor.

As all this happened, Blackout chimed in: "No, Dad, this is your bachelor party--sit down, strap in, shut up and enjoy the ride. Don't worry about Mom, when Paisley and I told her about the game plan her only issue was regretting that she couldn't come too... maybe a family vacation later so she can join the fun."

Above them, the four huge engines started, cranking the main rotor up to 179 RPM's, and they were off. "Oops... Spence, Paisley, you did remember to take your Dramamine, right?"

[TA Paisley Gregg]

Paisley was having a good time. She didn't know if it was her lesbian side, or the fact that she'd stopped caring a LONG time ago about things that worried most people, so she felt at ease as the men piled in around her. They would have just a short flight to West Virginia.

Dave pushed Clark aboard, and Paisley laughed. Blackout chimed in....

No, Dad, this is your bachelor party--sit down, strap in, shut up and enjoy the ride. Don't worry about Mom, when Paisley and I told her about the game plan her only issue was regretting that she couldn't come too... maybe a family vacation later so she can join the fun. Paisley nodded.

Surprise! How does a little bench shooting sound? We get the whole range to ourselves for two hours...and then dinner! She smiled up at him. She knew he hates surprises, but too bad. He was going to go and have some REAL fun. But first! Some poker. She grinned and pulled a deck of cards out of her bag. The others settled in.

Blackout "spoke" once more before take-off. Oops... Spence, Paisley, you did remember to take your Dramamine, right?" Paisley responded that she had.

Yes, thanks! She wondered if it was too soon to start with gifts...

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Clark groaned. "Bum-rushed by my mentor and shanghaied by my own son... how much worse can the day get?" On the upside, though, at least he didn't get airsick--this liftoff had been very gentle, and Spence STILL looked like he was going to barf up his toenails... good thing Dave reached across the cabin with a bag just in the nick of time.

Paisley hauled out a deck of cards, and started shuffling. "So, what's the game? Draw? Seven-card stud? Texas Hold 'Em?" Clark asked--he generally disliked Stud and Hold 'Em... too many variables to make the game the kind of clean probabilities estimates he preferred, which was a big part of why the only game he played in Vegas was blackjack. Dave untied a rifle case, moved it up between their seats at the front of the cabin to use as an improvised table, and they settled in for a few hands of cards...

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer had already taken a seat on one of the benches. He wasn't feel well-he was a nervous flyer, and prone to airsickness. Paisley apparently was, too, but she had taken some Dramamine. He had neglected to do so-he'd been busy that morning-but now it wasn't looking so good for him. Panicked, he sipped some 7-up he'd brought, but to no avail. He motioned to Dave for a vomit bag, and just in time. He lost the contents of his stomach, and not too soon, either. With a sigh, he tied up the bag. He set it aside to discard later, and after sipping his 7-UP once more, he found some gum in his bag, and then stood up to join the game.

High/Low Chicago, in honor of Rossi, here. Sit down, Clarky. Take a load off. Spencer nodded as Paisley spoke up.

I vote for low. Draw 7, I would think... He shrugged. Poker was a thinking man's game, and thinking was what he did...

[TA Paisley Gregg]

Paisley made a face at Spence's vomiting. She could handle a LOT, but the mere sound of someone else losing their lunch made her tummy hurt. She rolled her eyes as Clark spoke.

Bum-rushed by my mentor and shanghaied by my own son... how much worse can the day get? She rolled her eyes. They were going to go have some good, old-fashioned FUN, just the "guys" (and like-a-guy her), and she had worked hard, as Best Man, to put this together. So she just ignored her friend. Spencer, who was finally done throwing up, settled in next to her. "So, what's the game? Draw? Seven-card stud? Texas Hold 'Em? She dealt out a hand, speaking as she did. Rossi brought over an upturned stool for them to use as a table.

Hi/Low Chicago, just for fun. Sit down, Clarky. Take a load off. BO's got it under control... She nodded as Spencer piped in.

I vote for low. Draw 7, I would think... She nodded.

OK! Low Chicago. Let's do it...

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Clark got a deer-in-the-headlights look, clearly visible even through his shades. "Five-card draw I've done, blackjack I've done, even Baccarat where I once beat up the real James Bond and took his lunch money..." he opened, drawing mixed reactions from the others and snark from Dave, which he shut down with a withering stare before continuing, "But Chicago... that one you'll have to explain to me."[/b]

At that moment, Blackout's core unlatched himself from his cradle, still connected to the controls by a thick umbilical cord trailing behind him. "Mind dealing me in, too?"[/color]

Between the others they explained the game with a couple "demonstration" hands, and after a few minutes the two rookies were ready to be dealt in...

[TA Paisley Gregg]

Paisley shuffled the deck. She hoped these boys were ready for this-Paisley had played a LOT of cards in her life-there wasn't much else to do when you were living in a car, and kept night watch. She dealt them all in, even BO, who had disengaged himself from his core, and was "flying" with his wiring. She nodded, and explained in words as she and Spencer, whom she'd learned was from Las Vegas and had been playing cards about as long as she, demonstrated.

In Chicago High, the game is played normally until the very end when the pot is awarded to the winner. The player with the best hand wins half the pot while the player with the highest Spade hole card wins the other half of the pot. However, since we're playing low, it's the reverse. Chicago Low is the opposite of Chicago High. At the end of the hand, the player with the best hand wins half the pot and the player with the lowest Spade for a hole card wins the other half of the pot. If nobody has a Spade for a hole card in either version, the player with the best hand wins the entire pot. I think we're playing for the winner's coffeepot fund for the rest of the year. She smiled, and dealt out a second hand.

There are four rounds usually. We'll play as many as we can, ok? She settled in, looking at her hand. She felt confident that she had a good one.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spence settled in, and picked up his hand. Instantly, his mind went to work, counting the odds of him achieving the winning hand. With the spread in front of him, he could possibly win. He got a sly look on his face, and looked around at the group.

I see your coffee duty, and raise you a dozen donuts. THAT was how confident he felt...