You hear the noise first. Music and voices up ahead draw you forward. You run toward the noise ignoring the vines, branches and brambles. You manage to keep from tripping again, and at last emerge in a clearing.
You stop short as you see the elaborate teak cottage in front of you. It looks very expensive. A couple of yachts are docked at the house's boat slip, and a Mercedes Benz M-Class is parked outside next to a Hummer and a Jeep.
The music and loud voices beckon. You walk up the steps to the front door. There's a note taped to the door: "Stag Party! No clothes allowed, grab a Speedo from the box and bag your clothes." You knock on the door. No answer. There's no door bell. You don't want to crash the party but you need help. You try the doorknob, and it turns. You start to step inside, but a man in a blue Speedo stops you. Behind him you catch glimpses of other Speedo clad young men dancing and cavorting. You think there must be hookers or strippers that the men are dancing with, you just can't see them.
"Ahem, can't you read!" snaps the guy in the blue Speedo, "We have a strict dress code. No Speedo, no entry."
"Yes, but I ju-" you begin. He slams the door in your face.
You pound on the door.
He opens it a crack, and glares at you. "Put on a Speedo first!" he shouts slamming the door.
You shrug. When in Rome.
You sort through the box, and select a Speedo your size, but then you realize it's too big for you now. You measure your waist with hands, and find a brown and white Speedo that looks like it might fit. You strip down, and pull the Speedo on. It has a white circle on the butt that reminds you of a rabbit's tail only bigger. You stuff your shirt and cargo short into a paper bag, and knock on the door again.
The guy in the blue Speedo must have been leaning against the door, as he pulls it ajar to see you. He sees the Speedo, and grins. He opens the door, and claps his hand on your shoulder.
"Welcome, you're a young buck, but I've got just the drink to put some hair on your chest!" he says over the blaring music, as he guides you to the bar.