Problem? (Saph)

She'd been expecting a lot, really, and dear old Bonny hadn't let her down in the slightest. She giggled and grinned the whole way through, casually sipping at a fruity drink while Phil was taught a few lessons on stage. Man, she'd missed this place. Saph's amusement only made the whole spectacle all the more funny, especially when they's dragged a few cartons of eggs out and pelted Phil with them on stage.

After it was all over, Bonny came back over with Phil in toe. He was lacking his coat this time, clad in nothing but a vest, lacy black undies, and fishnets. The Bad Egg was good and embarrassed, or so she assumed since he didn't want to make eye contact with anyone, Megan or Saph in particular.

"Charlotte, my dear, this had been too much fun. You really must come back more often! I'd nearly forgotten how great it is to have you around." The burly, bearded man scooped her up into a bear hug that lifted her a full foot off the ground, and squeezed the air out of her in the process. She'd blame the fact that she was drunk for why she hugged him fiercely back as well, but in all honesty it just felt good to see an old friend again.

"I'll make sure to stop by again soon, I promise."

After exchanging goodbyes, she captured an arm of their diapered charger and helped to drag him back out of the club. She grinned at Saph as they walked, leaving the bar he'd questions about earlier behind. "That, my friend, was a bear bar. The best in the city, too!" She leaned into Phil a little, dropping an arm on his shoulder lazily. "Me and Bonny are good pals, and I have to say, her certainly has taken a liking to you~"

Phil cringed, and she cackled. Saph was leading them to a different bar, and she was very interested in seeing what he had planned. This place was different than the last, for obvious reasons, but at least it had karaoke and a comfy place to sit. She watched from the bar as Saph paraded Phil around, still clothed only in a diaper, much to the confusion and amusement of the other bar patrons.

"What's the occasion?" One older fellow questioned from beside her, while Saph and Phil were up on stage belting out the lyrics to the song Saph had chosen. "Soon to be married." She jabbed a thumb Phils way, "The one in the diaper, that is. This is part of his bachelor party." The old guy shook his head and turned back around, muttering to himself about the old days when kids used to just go to a strip joint.

Waving a waitress over, she set about ordering a few heavy hitting drinks (nearly all of them for poor doomed Phil) and beer for herself and Saph. She was already sobering up a little, but that was fine. She'd need a clear head for what was about to happen, anyway.