         ( @dexwxx ) There was one wedding tradition that she couldn’t let go- and that was the bachelor party. Sure, Dex had settled down, mellowed out, and he couldn’t keep up with any version of their old antics, which made a real party out of the question. Whatever the silver had done to him, she wasn’t going to pretend that he could bounce back. But she could still harass him about it all she wanted to. She sat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee steaming on the table in front of her. There was fuck all to do in Tromso, so she found herself just continually stopping by the one cabin that she knew would always be willing to let her kill a few hours. “I’m going to throw out a few ideas, and you tell me what you think.” she said, assuming that he would catch up to the topic of conversation without her having to give much more detail. “Do you want a stripper?”
