Mistakenly Forgotten

5. Bachelorette Party!

The party poppers busted with a loud thud, while women shrilled with excitement. Rays of yellow, white and purple neon lights filtered throughout the entire VIP section of The Rose Club, at The Plaza Hotel, New York City.

Smooth jazz music drizzled in the background, while more champagne popped and filled glasses, being passed down among a group of elite women, who sat in their studded Tiffany & Co. bodies hugged with expensive foreign branded dresses.

They sat on the section above the rest of the club, headed by the pair of centered Roman ten stepped wide staircase, while a small centered square shiny black countered bar set right next to the foot of the staircase.

Plush sofa and chairs rested throughout the entire well-heeled aura of the club.

The group of snobbish women centered around a large table, sat giggling and laughing. While a tall brunette sat amongst them, having a sash going over her one shoulder that had ‘Bride-to-be’ wavered over it, and a studded Swarovski diamond tiara shining all over her pinned back streaked hair. Her well-manicured hand wrapped around a glass of expensive champagne.

“It is impressive, Valerie, you were able to book a huge place at The Rose.” Another one such woman spoke to Valerie; oldest daughter to commissioner Jack Gordon and Fiancé to the business magnet, David Carrington. A well-focused, career-oriented woman with a bad luck to romance, finally found the perfect guy, that she was definitely oblivious off his misdeeds but her heart stretched at his well-mannered, romantic and successful mind.

Valerie simply shrugged, “oh Janice, David had his links.”

All the other woman smiled and cooed but deep inside envied their fellow friend who was able to catch such a potential stud. Many of those women, who claimed to be her friend mentally wished to have one night with the groom.

“Which reminds me, where has he gone for his bachelor’s party?” asked another snobbish blond.

“His brother took him to Amsterdam.”

Envy inside every one of them grew ten times more, impressed by the family’s taste that Valerie would be marrying into.

A lean brunette, with hazel eyes and sharp jawline, sitting right next to Valerie rolled her eyes, “Honestly, you call this a bachelorette party?” a tight red tube dress sparkled her body, matching the burning red-hot lips of hers.

Valerie shook her head in disbelief, “For the last time, this is the best I can go out drinking, two days before my wedding. I cannot risk months of skincare by dissolving the rack of carotenoids in my skin for some stupid tidal party routine. Grow up Bianca.” She scolded her sister, who groaned, rolling her eyes and threw her body tiredly over the arm rest of the chair she sat on.

“Remind me to get married before I turn thirty-six.” she groaned while the ladies kept chatting.

“Seriously, the mere thought of partying like a freak just gets on my nerves.” Janice butted in. making Bianca roll her eyes as she never particularly liked her sister’s best friend. “Oh, by the way, where is Lana?” She asked, referring to the youngest sister.

“She is in Brazil, stuck for a shoot.” Valerie skipped the conversation, already disappointed enough that her model, career focused, sister was missing on the last of her days before she tied the knot.

“Where the f**k is Arya?” Bianca questioned. 

“I don’t know, I tried her phone fifteen minutes ago, went to voicemail. You should try.” Valerie told her.

Bianca was about to grab her cellphone when she looked at the stairway and a huge smile of satisfaction settled on her lips.

A leggy brunette stood at the top of the staircase, the leather pants fitted perfectly against her slender and toned legs, leading up to the corset tube top, curving her waist and pushing up her C-cup ample breasts out of the heart neckline.

Black hair flowed down on her bare, tanned shoulders, while her lips burned with crimson red paint, green sparkled in her eyes, while her thin nose settled around her flushed cheeks and smoky lids sparkled as she batted her thick mascara-stricken eye lashes. The squared jawline formed perfectly around her smirking lips. Pulling up a thin, long black fur stole around her neck, she moved her hands and held out a large black b**m themed club in her hands. Her facial features almost as same as Valerie, except for her body physique, she was skinnier compared to Valerie.

“Hello, ladies.” She smirked, making the room of elite women gasp at her outfit.

Valerie only shook her head in utter disbelief while Bianca squealed with happiness, jumping over her heels and running to join the lady in black but she held out her hand, stopping her.

“Are you actually having a bachelorette party, seems more like Janice’s funeral.”

A roar of laughter erupted in the entire room while a scowl settled on Janice’s buttock-ed lips.

Rolling her fingers over her lips, she whistled out loud as from behind her, hot tanned men, wearing nothing but glistening glows over their well-toned abs and tight hoax leather pants, that could be stripped easily, walking out holding trays of intoxicating drinks.

Bianca squealed and jumped with excitement, while many of the ladies roared in excitement, while Valerie only held her head in embarrassment.

“What the f**k is this Arya?” she scolded her cousin, who was all dolled up like a rich-stripper.

The serious, sexy expressions on Arya’s face slipped down into a haughty deviltry as she smirked, “Now that’s what you…” she pointed at the rows of ten tall strippers circled around by hormone stricken ladies, already pulling out their dollars to attract them, while Arya scrunched listening to the background light jazz music.

“What the f**k?” she groaned and looked down from the staircase towards the bartender who was all jolted, with suspenders around his black polo shirt, while he danced around with Cobbler shakers.

“Yo Ryan!” she called him out, making the whole club look up to her direction, which made Valerie take a step back out of embarrassment while Arya smiled at him, “My cousin’s having a f*****g bachelorette party up here, so what say you pump up the music and stop this funeral service.”

Ryan threw his dimple-stricken smile at Arya and moved towards the Jazz band and informed the sound-guy to handle the music with a modern EDM beat. Just as the beat dropped around the place, all the elites centered downstairs scrunched while some chose to stay, some left the place, which was followed by sparkling purple and green disco lights going around the place.  

Bianca noticed the hot bartender, “He’s hot.”

Arya gave her cousin a confined look and groaned, “Please make sure, you don’t say ‘Love you’ to him after getting three drinks inside you.” With that Arya started walking towards the strip crowded area, grabbing two shots off a tray.

Bianca was a sucker for romance, probably the girl who falls in love every other day and speaks out too soon and freaks out the guy while she is intoxicated.

“What?” Bianca defended herself back, “When have I ever done that?”

“I literally have time and date written on my phone.” Arya passed a shot to her cousin.

The two took in the bitter contents of the liquor and scrunched, “Screw you!” Bianca scolded Arya, “You’re supposed to have Amnesia.”

Arya Scott Gordon; the twenty-four years old, cousin to Valerie and Bianca, more like a sister. Seven years ago, while on a road trip her family met in a car accident, expiring her parents and older brother; James, leaving Arya with a post-accident brain issue, which was complete memory lost and short-term amnesia. She tended to forget things easily, either after a sleep or incident, unless she had a record of them, which helped her gain some perspective or recover her memory. The only memories left of her family were those in the pictures. Which she tried to make out of the places she saw in the pictures but it only led her to more migraine.

Her brain was as fragile as if without a skull, slight pressure on her memory led her to extreme pains and convulsions. So far, she had stopped focusing on getting back old memories and only focused on trying to maintain her present, to secure her future.

She was only seventeen when she lost her family and memory, so her father’s brother, her uncle, Jack Gordon, took her in, as her guardian and took care of her as his own daughter. Even his wife treated her no less than her own three daughters. Because of her fragile situation, she went to a New York University, staying with her uncle and aunt.

Initially, she was a damsel who always had to face troubles and issues with her situation. In senior year, she couldn’t focus on her studies or grasp anything, as she felt foreign to even letters and words. But her family was patient enough, to help her pull through the time. Valerie, who was a fresh entrepreneur at that time, left her business on hold and focused entirely on Arya, taking care of her as if she was her child, helping her and guiding her through her amnesia.

She would spend nights with Arya, just to ensure her that she would be alright.  She trained her on a systematic phone, that helped her save important details. This helped Arya maintained her focus on major things, containing memories about her, Valerie and the rest of the family.

She made it through college, with a degree in business management, all thanks to Valerie and for this Arya was always grateful to her. She didn’t remember her real mother but to Arya, Valerie was the motherly love imprinted on her heart.

There were certain things and details about her life that Arya needed to keep track of in her mobile, such as remembering to bring all the strippers for her sister’s bachelorette party.

“And you’re supposed to have lesser hangovers.” With that Arya moved towards the bride-to-be, who sat at a corner with Janice, both scowled at the present situation of their ex-pleasant party.

“Oh come! Cheer up!” Arya teased Valerie, sitting close up to her and rubbing her shoulders next to her. Valerie pointed out towards her best friend, Janice who was in no mood to join the fun of the party.

“Who cares about her?” Arya simply shrugged showing her permanent dislike towards Janice, “Besides, she would never see someone enjoying with hot males, her fourth husband had forbidden strictly that if she cheats on him for the fifty eighth time, he will kick her out of his house.”

Janice went in complete shock, “Funny you remember my marriage number, given you have amnesia and just for your kind information, it’s my third marriage.”

“You said it yourself, I have amnesia.” Arya puckered her lower lip, trying put an innocent face her big eyes couldn’t lie the mischief they held.

 Valerie was in utter shock at Arya’s audacity to blurb all those things making Bianca laugh her lungs out, passing a shot to Arya, who grabbed another from Bianca and urged it to Valerie.

“This is your first wedding, that stupid glow will always stay there, even if you drink an entire keg, you know why?” Arya questioned, “because it is there for your love to David, although, I still despise the man for taking you away from me but I love you and all that love makes you glow. Now don’t be stupid to miss the only chance of probable licensed infidelity you might get before you tie the knot. Now!”

Valerie smiled out on her sister’s commotion of affection. Arya was never the one to show emotions out, in fact she was the best one to mask them up and her display of affection on warmed her heart, making Valerie take up the shot.

“Ah! Screw it.”

Bianca and Arya both hooted to her sister getting drunk, taking her up towards the strippers. Arya pointed out to the tallest one of them, that had the broadest shoulders with a perfect chiseled chest and stubble that was making all the woman cling up to him. He smiled at Arya and walked towards her, while Arya pushed Valerie ahead to him. Slightly intoxicated and slightly nervous, the stripper danced carefully around the bride and let her touch him over his chest that was bringing the courage out of her.

Arya smiled from a corner, getting her shoulder tapped by Bianca, “I am going to get us some drinks from the bar.” She winked and Arya understood she was going to try to make a move at Ryan, she only wished that Bianca wouldn’t pull any stupid again.

The party went wild with lap dances, shots after shots, getting everyone wasted and certain striptease for a while, until a loud scream shrilled from towards the staircase. Everyone stopped, including the stripper who was giving Valerie a lap dance in his now stripped underwear, that showed his buttocks.

Bianca stood at the stairway, with her wrists wrapped by a deadly grasp by a mid-heightened man who looked in his late thirties, wearing a dress shirt with folded elbows definitely trying to act sexy but failing miserably with his deshelled look and reddened eyes.

“Hey… sweetthing, relax.” He cooed at Bianca who only seemed disgusted by his grasp over her wrist. He was accompanied by five of his other friends who seemed to match his corporate look and laughed looking at a miserable Bianca.

“Hey! Let go off the girl.” Arya stepped ahead and sent a threatening tone towards the guy. She was probably drunk and about to throw up but seeing her cousin in distress she could hold her guts in for a while.

The man smirked and let go off Bianca who rushed to join her sister Valerie who held her sister behind her. The man looked up at Arya, studying her sexy bodied studded by the corset, his gaze lingering over her well ample breasts, held against the heart neckline.

“Now this seems interesting.” He smiled stepping up the staircase, followed up his friends.

“This is a reserved area.” A stance of threat clear in her tone.

“You seem feisty too!” He challenged taking another step ahead. His body language, challenging and defying Arya with every step he took ahead towards her.

Arya pressed her fists tight on her both sides, ready to lunge at the man but stopped when she heard Janice’s voice.

“Lachlan!”

Arya rolled her eyes, sensing the woman who hadn’t spoken a single word the entire night and sat at a corner like some conservative aunt at a gay wedding, was now all chimmy.

“Hey babe.” The dirty blond finally reached the uppermost staircase and hugged Janice, looking at Arya over his shoulder. She noticed the definite lewd in his gaze and felt disgusted.

She groaned turning towards Valerie and mouthed, “What the f**k?”

Valerie was torn between her best-friend and sisters.

Lachlan then broke the hug with Janice, “We thought, there must be a party upstairs so we decided to join.” He smirked with a disgusting look. The way Janice studied his body and held his biceps, Arya was sure that he was just another one of her conquests.

“Of course, come on in. we were just celebrating my friend getting married.”

“Now you seem festive.” Bianca pointed at Janice.

“And we don’t have enough room for more.” Arya stated, clearly showing her irritation with the men, who were shamelessly eye-f*****g her, while the bulges against their pants visible even through the dark.

“Oh, don’t be such a killer, we obvious have room for more, right Valerie.” Janice cleverly pushed it all on Valerie, knowing she will never say no to her and much to her pleasure, Valerie nervously nodded, eyeing her sister apologetically.

The men gushed and cooed, stepping ahead, while Janice held Lachlan’s hand brushing past Arya giving her a victorious look. While the rest of the men deliberately passed by Arya, brushing their shoulders against her bare skin.

One of them brush his fingers against her skin, which only made her grab on to his wrist and crackle his fingers towards the back of his hand. He hissed stepping forward while Arya simply smirked and walked away. The men occupied themselves by ordering more drinks and grabbing onto a lady each and the some of the ladies still kept the strippers busy, while one of the lad encircled Valerie and began questioning her.

Arya walked up to Bianca, “This is f****d up! The whole party is ruined.”

“They are such big pervs!” Bianca groaned in agitation. “Janice is f*****g ruining the party just for her lust. And these assholes wouldn’t even mind, f*****g these women right here and have a bachelorette orgy.”

Both sisters groaned in disgust at the mere thought of it, while Valerie walked up to them, “Guys! I know this is not the perfect way to celebrate my bachelorette but let’s just put that idea on a hold.”

“I paid these strippers extra to make sure, they didn’t sleep with anyone tonight.” Arya crossed her arms and complained.

“You’d remember that?” Valerie questioned.

“Well… I haven’t started forgetting yet!” Arya stated a bit annoyingly.

Two of those corporate men encircled her sister, while Janice called out Valerie, who excused herself but her mind worried about her sisters.

“So, I heard you forget things?” The lean blonde standing right next to Arya bulged closer, touching her hair with the tip of his nose.

She groaned and looked helpless as the short brunette tried getting closer to her.

“Let me give you something to remember?” The man bulged closer.

Clenching her jaw, Arya pushed him away, “Back off!” she hissed as he went stumbling backwards, into a table, hurdling noise and grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Hey!” Lachlan walked ahead and helped his friend up while the man standing right to Bianca, trying to get his hands all over her, stepped ahead and pushed Arya’s shoulder, “he was just trying to be polite.”

He gave another push to her shoulder, making her stumble but she maintained her posture and looked up to him, “You Bastard!”

She growled, launching her feet up in the air and kicking her heels right over his nose, sending the guy flying right over his back, holding his nose. Everyone gasped and cringed as a definite sound of bone breaking crackled throughout the crowd.

“Are you f*****g crazy?” Lachlan stepped ahead and pushed her back, making her fall on Bianca, who stumbled backwards, unable to hold Arya’s weight.

Arya felt being lifted, as two men grabbed onto her shoulder. She was pretty drunk, so she felt light-headed already.

Two men held onto her arms on both sides, while she watched Lachlan walking right in front of her, “My friends were being nice to you.” He announced with a gruesome smirk on his face.

Valerie stepped ahead to stop him but she gasped, holding herself back as she noticed the .45 mm pistol in Lachlan’s hand.

“Janice, what the f**k?” she growled looking back at her friend who seemed just as horrified.

Before anyone could make any move, Lachlan hit the butt of the pistol right across Arya’s cheek, making her face turn sideways, while a purple bruise visible through which a steak of blood flowed down.

She smirked looking back up at him, “You should know one thing, I am drunk! And super pissed!”

With that, she pulled her left arm and head butted the man holding her arm, while spindled the other one holding her with her legs, making him crash down but she grabbed onto his arm and twisted it, forcing a push over his shoulder with her foot.

Lachlan stood still, bewildered at the woman’s combat skill.

She scoffed noticing his dreading expressions, “I won’t even remember any of this.” She shrugged with a smirk.

He growled, pointing the gun at her and pressing the trigger, while she dodged and held Lachlan’s wrist, twisting it up, letting the gun direct upwards and the bullet hit the ceiling.

The loud thundering sound of fire, erupted screams and yells from all over the club making people downstairs, rush out as the ceiling broke open and wire hung down, while cemented powder scattered all over the place. Many of the ladies and strippers rushed downstairs, getting themselves away from the fight scene, while Valerie, Janice and Bianca stayed put.

Twisting his arm, Arya dodged down and pushed Lachlan straight off the railing, making him stumble down flying onto the bar counter, that broke the white LED counter, with glass scattered all over the place.

“How… did she even…?” Janice questioned baffled at the scene that she just witnessed.

Valerie simply groaned, shaking her head and settling down on the couch, feeling exhausted.

“Waoh!” Bianca screamed in joy, “Now this is a party.” She rushed and hugged Arya, who seemed dizzy.

She burped a little, “Muscle memory!” she screamed out loud and burped again, bending down and letting all the unconsolably consumed alcohol wash right out of her system.

Bianca cringed in revolt, but held onto Arya helping her stand straight, she lifted her hands up and chimed in excitement, “Muscle memory forever.”

With that, she finally felt black covering her eyes as she lost conscious and collapsed in Bianca’s arms.

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