Ianto hadn’t even wanted a stag party, but Owen and Rhys had insisted. It was weird to think of those two collaborating over anything; Ianto suspected Gwen had put them up to it.
So here he was, surrounded by drunken men, half of whom he didn’t even know. Some were Rhys’ friends, always happy to go out on the lash if someone else was paying. Andy was there too, and Johnny. Mixing family and work colleagues was a bad enough idea, but a strip club?
“Just so you can see what you’re givin’ up by marrying a bloke!” Owen teased.