Girl's Night Out
Written by Rocket Gal
This story is rated: PG13 because there are some parts that are for mature audiences only.
Before reading this story you must have read: New Members, New Feelings, Misty's Makeover, Planning Perfection , Worth the Wait, and Blast!

James awoke in his bed. He looked down and was surprised to see he was wearing a tuxedo. "What? Where?" James asked himself aloud. But as he scanned the room he knew what and where was. With the knowledge that he was in his old room in his mansion, dressed in formal attire, spooked him. He shot out of bed and began trying all the windows and doors for a way out, but they were all locked. "Damn it!" James cursed, "Not again! Why can they not get it through their heads? I'm never going to marry that Jezab-" James stopped as he suddenly remembered, "Jessie," he whispered. Just then James' parents burst into the room.
"Prepare for trouble!" his father said.
"And make it double!" his mother added.
"That is such an old line!" James remarked. "So dear, how do you like your new clothes?" his mom inquired. "I'd like them better if it they weren't for my funeral!" James uttered. "Dear, you mean wedding!" his mom corrected. "With both events demanding formal attire, it's easy to get them confused," his father explained. "What's the matter, dear?" his mother asked, not too concerned with the answer. "He probably misses the girl." his dad answered for him. James glared at the two of them, "What did you do with her?" he yelled. "It's so nice to see him so concerned about his bride's well being!" his mom commented to his dad. "Your Jezebel has been taken out on the town," his father informed him. "What?" James asked, "By who?" "Oh, just some gal pals of hers," his mother told him. "Sort of a bachelorette party!" his dad laughed.  James sighed, "So some guys are gonna drag me off to some bachelor party?" "Oh, no, son." his mother assured, "We wouldn't subject you to something so low brow. Well, we'll leave you now." They left as quickly as they had come. James overwhelmed and tired, collapsed on the bed.

In a smoky little bar, there are four women siting at a table and Jezebel is in the middle. "So is this your first alcoholic beverage?" a disguised Jessie asked. She was wearing a little suit dress with her long red hair tied up in a bun. "My first?" the bride to be asked, as Jessie poured into her glass. "Honey, please! When you have a fiancée that runs away every time he sees you, you take to drinking early!" Jezebel stated as she took a swig. A couple hours later, when everyone was good and smashed, Jessie decided to start her plan. "Ok, everyone!" she said, still sober, "Let's go around the table, and everyone has to say something bad about James!" The intoxicated three laugh loudly, but Jezebel stops herself quickly. "No, no. We couldn't!" she insisted. "Fine," Jessie said, thinking of another way, "We'll say something and then you'll counter it saying why it's not." Jezebel thought about it as well as she could, then took another drink before saying, "Oh, what the heck! I'm gonna have to be doing it full time anyway!" The game starts and Jezebel's friend begins. "He whines allot," she commented. "That's true, Lilabell!" Jezebel nodded. "He has that awful Growlie!" the next added. "Sure does, Rulabell." Jezebel nodded. "And what about his girlish scream?" Jezebel exclaimed, and all three friends began laughing hysterically. Jessie didn't though, she was waiting for the right time. "Wait, now," Jessie stepped in. "Jezebel! You're supposed to defend him!" she said in a fake firm tone. "Well, I'll tell you the one thing that makes those problems vanish!" she said. "What's that?" Jessie asked. Jezebel took her drink and gulped the rest down, "His money, honey!" She slammed her empty glass on the table and all started laughing again. Jessie smiled, "Would you ladies excuse me for a moment?" No one heard her, they were too busy laughing. As she walked over to the bathroom, she tried to think of what the next stage of her plan should be. She was so engrossed that she ran into someone. "Hey, there." the man replied, he looked at her, "Haven't we met before?" Jessie sighed annoyed and looked at him. It was Doctor Proctor. He was from the human hospital when James had caused that car wreck and everyone had to help out by becoming physicians. He had tried to pick up on her then and looked as though not much had changed. But maybe she could use it to her advantage. "Why, yes. I believe we have." Jessie smiled sweetly. "I thought so," he nodded, "So could I buy you a drink?" "Well, I'm sorta here with some friends. Would you care to meet them?" she invited. "The more the merrier!" he replied. Jessie led him over to the table where the girls were still laughing in-between drinking. "Jezebel?" Jessie called. "What is it, dearie?" she complained, "Can't ya'll see I'm drinking?" "I'd like you to meet someone," Jessie continued. "Ooo! Look girls!" Jezebel said as she got up form her chair, "It's a man!" She ran her hands over his chest, "Oh, and he's a big one, too! How much did he cost?" "I didn't pay for him!" Jessie said shocked. "Don't tell me I have to get the bill!" Jezebel retorted. "No, he just wanted to meet you," Jessie explained. "Of course he did," Jezebel said as she pinched his face, "He just wants my money." "Now wait there, miss," the doctor said, "I have no need for your money!" Jezebel stood herself up and stared at him, "Really? And why is that?" she asked. "I'm a doctor." he replied. "Ooo!" she exclaimed as she snaked her arms around his waist, "A doctor?" She then lean backwards, "Did he say doctor?" she asked Jessie, almost upside down. "I think so." Jessie whispered. "Well," Jezebel said pulling herself up. "This is a pleasant surprise! For I am need of some assistance." she slurred. "I can see that," the doctor said, sensing her current vulnerability. Jessie noticed him looking at her like a predator does on prey, began to pull Jezebel away. "Um, would you hold off on that line for one sec?" Jessie asked as she struggled to drag Jezebel off to the side. Jezebel was not happy with Jessie's actions. "What are you doing?" she tried to demand, but had trouble sounding serious. "Jezebel," she said. "What?" she said. Jessie again tried to get her attention, while Jezebel was winking at Proctor. "Jezebel?" she tried again. "WHAT?!" she yelled. "So what do you think of him?" Jessie asked. "Ooo! I think he is positively divine!" Jezebel squealed. "Good, and you know what else about him?" Jessie baited. "What?" Jezebel slurred, "His ability to write prescriptions at a whim?" Jessie looked at her, knowing she was really far gone. "Sure, there's that..." Jessie continued, "But he's got money."  Jezebel immediately snapped into attention, "Money?" "Sure," Jessie assured easily. "Well," she began to sound sad, "I've already got a man with money." "Jezebel." "Well, close enough to a man!" she insisted. Jessie sighed frustrated that she wasn't grasping concepts very quickly. "No. I mean, think about it," she began to explain, "James has money but for how long? Once that inheritance runs out, what happens? Are you gonna get a job?" Jezebel's eyes widened in fear and anger, "Don't you ever say that word around me again!" Jessie saw she was winning, "But with the good doctor here, he has a growing practice." Jezebel's eyes twinkled with dollar signs, "And with that comes growing money!" Jessie knew her trap was set and all she had to do was finish it off, "Exactly." Jezebel looked at Jessie. Jessie became uneasy, thinking that she might have been recognized. "You know what?" Jezebel said trying to shack her finger at Jessie, "You are a very, very good friend." Jessie smiled devilishly, "Don't mention it. Now go get him!" Jessie pushed Jezebel back towards Proctor. But the sudden force was too much for her and Jezebel fell right into Proctor's arms. Jezebel laughed uncontrollably. Soon Proctor suggested something to her and soon they walked out the door together, not to be seen again.

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