Stacey slowly stepped into the Three Broomstick wearing black pants, a lime green top, and a denim jacket. She had been told to come here at this time, and she wasn`t told why, although she could guess. Her wedding was only a short time away and a few people had been dropping hints.
She looked around the dimly lit room, trying to find a face she knew. Knowing her friends, though, they were probably renting out the whole upper level. She sighed and walked up to the bartender.
"Ah, Stacey." He greeted, making Stacey groan; he was expecting her. "You`re wanted ups-"
"Yea, I know." She cut him off and relectantly headed toward the steep wooden stairs.
((Open to all girls! No guys, this is a bachelorette party. Of course with the hints Sky was dropping...))