For Bucks Sake
Bucks mission brief
Two hours in a laneway speakeasy, one booth cordoned off for your crew alone, and two topless waitresses who arrive with the first drinks and stay for the lot. House spirits, bottled beers, wine and soft drinks keep coming for the full two hours, so nobody is counting rounds or working out whose shout it is. Dude food comes out to the table with it: Turkish breads and dips, mac and cheese balls, calamari. Then the games start, the sledging starts with them, and the Buck cops the attention whether he is ready for it or not. You walk straight in to a room already expecting you, everything comes to the booth, and all the boys want to know is where you found this.
Game Plan
$179.00 per person, with a minimum of 12 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!For Bucks Sake runs on one idea: put the entire night in one room, then bring every part of it to the table. Two hours, one booth cordoned off in a laneway speakeasy, and the Buck sat in the middle of it with nowhere to hide.
Nobody is out on the footpath working out where to go next, because there is no next. There is here. The booth is held, the bar is sorted, and the only decision left in the whole night is who is sitting where.
The crew comes in off the laneway and straight through the door, into a room that knows a bucks group is coming and is glad about it. Low light, whisky along the back bar, a proper Melbourne night going on around you, and a space roped off from the rest of it: held for your crew and nobody else's, with all the room you need to spread out and get comfortable.
Then the drinks start moving. Spirits, bottled beers, wine, and soft drinks for anyone pacing themselves, all of it flowing for the full two hours, so no one is doing sums or counting shouts. Dude food arrives at the table alongside it: Turkish breads and dips to start pulling at, mac and cheese balls, calamari, the kind of feed built for blokes eating one-handed with a drink in the other.
And then there are the two of them. Two topless waitresses, in the booth for the whole two hours, and not there to stand quietly at the edge of it. They are pouring, mingling, giving back every bit of the banter they cop, and running party games that drag in the bloke who came in swearing he was just going to watch from the end of the booth. Ten minutes later he is the loudest one in the room and the boys already have the photos.
The Buck gets the worst of it, which is the entire design. He is the one being challenged, toasted, fussed over and set up, and somewhere in the second hour he stops pretending he minds. Two hours where every single thing happening in the room is pointed at one bloke: for Bucks sake, and nobody else's.
And you are not the one making it run. You are in the booth with everyone else, drink in hand, watching the man of the hour get worked over, because the space was held, the bar was sorted and the food was on its way before any of you walked in. When one of the boys asks how you found this, you can decide for yourself how much credit to take.
Two hours, one booth, one crew: that is the whole build, and it is why only one For Bucks Sake runs per date. Check your date before the two hours you are after are already spoken for.