Scott watched enviously from the other side of the room. He would normally be on of those guys, drinking like there was no tomorrow, generally being reckless and having a good time... but not tonight. Tonight he was drowning. He was so far consumed in the problems that had just surfaced, that he couldn't even think of anything like having fun. And all of his problems could be summed up in one word: Angela. He just didn't understand anything anymore. He didn't understand himself anymore. It was as if he didn't know who he was. He was a stranger in his own body. He was drowning in her and he was too afraid to admit it.
Scott suddenly had an epiphany. He had had enough. He had to forget about her and he knew the one way he could do so. He was off the couch and headed for the basement door before he even had a chance to process his thoughts.
* * *
"Look at him Bob," Clint said mournfully, stealing a long look at his brother through the doorway of the kitchen. Scott had been sitting in the same spot on the couch for the past hour, just staring off into space and looking completely miserable. "He looks so sad."
Bob approached his brother from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder, looking in the same direction.
"I wonder what's up." Clint said, thoughtfully.
"I think it has something to do with Angela." Bob supplied, turning away.
"I thought he liked her." Clint stated, confused. He turned to face his identical brother.
"He does." Bob replied. "That's the problem."
"Okay... that one went right over my head." Clint admitted his confusion.
"I don't get it either, but I know that it's along those lines."
"But if Scott likes her so much, wouldn't he normally be putting the moves on her as we speak?" Clint asked. "Or better yet, be upstairs in a bedroom with her by now? But he's just sitting there. He's just sitting there." he said, emphasizing his emotion with the reiteration. He looked back into the living room.
"Or was just sitting there." Bob stated, sipping an unknown drink from a plastic cup.
Scott was gone.
* * * Jeanine came into the kitchen, her body glistening with sweat. She was just dancing up a storm in the living room, in what she liked to call a "man-wich". A "man-wich" was when she was in the middle of a group of overly horny guys who were supposedly dancing with her but in actuality were only grinding her and fondling her at their expense.
"Kelly..." she sang, approaching her cousin cautiously from behind.
Kelly spun around to meet her with a cold stare. "What?" she snapped flatly.
Jeanine's shoulder's dropped. "Oh come on Kelly..." she said playfully. "Don't tell me you're still mad at me! I can't even remember what you were mad about in the first place!"
Kelly pretended to ponder her reasons for being mad at her cousin. "I think it's because you sent the guy you knew I've been drooling over for as long as I can remember into the shed with one of my best friends to make out." she said flatly, looking Jeanine square in the eyes. "'Memba dat bitch?"
"Oh God Kelly! Will you get over that already? It's so painfully obvious that he likes Angela... so why don't you divert your attention to one of the other brother's Moffatt..." she trailed off, insinuating she knew something that she was going to dispense only at her own convenience.
"Okay Jeanine. Spill it." Kelly said, not in the mood to play games.
Jen grinned from ear to ear. "Let's just say that Clint's had his eyes on you allllllll day."
"Your point?" Kelly asked, trying to seem as uninterested as possible.
"He obviously likes you Kelly!" Jeanine cried, rolling her eyes.
Kelly attempted to no prevail to cover up a smile. "Bull shit." she said, but giggled girlishly.
"I'm serious Kel. Go talk to him!" her cousin urged, pushing her in the direction of the doorway where Clint and Bob were looking out at something that seemed to interest them a great deal. She spotted Dave walk out into the backyard on the other side of the room and wanted to catch up with him and be alone.
"What do I say?" Kelly asked, flustered.
"Start with hi and conversation will surely grow." Jeanine coached.
"Oh, okay... but if it doesn't work out, it's your ass." Kelly threatened as she walked towards them.
Jeanine scurried outside after Dave.
* * *
When Scott got to the basement, he went straight to the fully stocked bar. There was a tall and skinny guy standing behind it, mixing drinks. He was obviously completely wasted himself, spilling liquor all over himself and the countertop. Scott slid onto a bar stool.
"Hey." he said, keeping his eyes on his hands.
"Wazzzzzap?" the guy asked in a friendly tone.
He was wearing a backward visor and a white Metallica tee-shirt and jeans. His red-dyed hair stood up in all directions with the help of hair-gel and he had an eye-brow ring.
"Nothing much." Scott replied dryly.
"Well maybe I can be of some service to you buddy..." the 'bar tender' went on, getting a glass from the cabinet.
"The name's Scott." Scott said, not liking being referred to as 'buddy'.
"Well my name's Clyde, and I am going to get you a drink." the guy said, filling the glass halfway with tequila and the other half with what looked to be vodka. "Drink up." he said, sliding the glass that contained the harsh substance over in front of Scott.
"That shit'll kill me." Scott said, his eyes nearly watering from the scent.
"No that shit'll get you drunk and pretty damned fast if I may say so. It'll get you so railed you won't even see the train coming." Clyde explained, making an attempt at a metaphor.
Scott eyed the guy for a moment. He shrugged. "Bottoms up." he said.
"Bottom's up." Clyde said too, watching Scott gulp down the entire glass without taking a breath.
"Uck! Holy shit of mother fuck! That shit probably burned a fucking hole in my throat!" Scott cried, twisting his face up into a cringe. "Damn that was some strong shit."
"Want another?" Clyde offered, smiling smugly.
* * *
"Come here often?" Jeanine said coyly, sneaking up behind Dave.
He spun around. "Oh, hey Jen." he said with a sincere smile.
"Hey."
"Timber sure does throw great parties." Dave continued. "There never seems to be a dull moment."
"Yeah well... she just a party person." Jeanine said for lack of anything better to say. She immediately wanted to shoot herself for sounding so stupid.
Dave didn't notice her comment.
"You look really good in the color blue Dave." she continued, slipping into flirt-mode.
"Oh, uh... thanks." he said, smiling meekly.
"So..." she stated, trying to think of something else to say. "What have you been up to for the past hour and a half?"
He shrugged. "I met a ton of people... got something to drink..." he held up his half filled cup for proof. "I don't know, I guess I just hung out."
"Drink anything interesting?" she asked, insinuating alcohol.
"Naw... not yet at least." he said, understanding what she meant.
"So whatcha got there?"
"Just Coke." Dave replied.
"Do you mind if I have a sip?" she asked.
Dave handed her the plastic cup. She took a swig, just savoring the fact that he had had his lips on the very same cup.
Dave took another sip after she handed it back. His way of saying that he didn't mind her germs. Jeanine smiled at him. They started to walk across the patio towards the steps leading down to the pool. As they eased through a crowd of people, a guy pushed past Dave, knocking the cup out of his hands and onto Jeanine's tube top.
"Oh God!" he exclaimed. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
"I'm fine Dave." she laughed. "It wasn't your fault. Come on, lets go to the laundry room. I have to get this off before it sets." she said, taking his hand and dragging him with her.
* * *
"So he just pulled away from you just like that?" Timber asked, interested in Angela's regailment of the happening in the shed.
"Yeah, I thought he liked me for a second there, but I guess I was wrong." Angela said sadly.
"Oh he most definately likes you Angie. We can all tell. It's obvious." Tim assured her. "I think he just had a problem of some sort that prevented him from going through with it. I dunno, guys are weird."
"Yeah..."
"There he is, over there, drinking up a storm." she continued, pointing in the direction of the bar across the basement. "Go talk to him. I saw him earlier, and I think he's just as hurt and confused as you are."
"But why would he be?" Angela asked. "I didn't do anything to him."
"Just go talk to him." Timber urged, pushing her towards him. "Go now. Get this sorted out."
Angela silently complied, heading in his direction.
* * *
"Hi Clint." Kelly said meekly, approaching him with her hands clasped in front of her.
"Hi Kelly." Clint said smiling.
Bob took that as his invitation to leave. "I'll see you guys later." he said quickly, leaving them alone in the doorway of the kitchen.
The two of them stood there in silence for a moment.
Kiss me... out by the bearded barely... Lightly... beside the green, green, grass...
"Um... would you like to dance?" Clint asked.
Kelly smiled, her heart soaring out of her chest. "Alright." she replied.
Clint took her hand and led her out into the living room where couples and an occasional group of three or four were dancing close together. The room was gradually becoming one big make-out session.
Clint cautiously took her around the waist, pulling her close to him. She had her hands loosely on his shoulders, resting her head there too. He smelled really good, almost to the point of intoxication...
Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight. Lead me, out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance the silver moon sparkling. So kiss me...
"I've been meaning to come clean with you about something." Clint stated, nervously.
"Mmmmhmmm?" she asked, her eyes drifting shut as she savored every breath of his scent.
"Well... I... I guess I..." he sighed in frustration. Somehow he couldn't get what he wanted to say out.
She raised her head to meet his eyes, knowing what he was trying to say. He loosened his grip on her nervously, thinking she wanted to stop dancing.
"I know you like Scott and all..." he stammered. "But just so you know..." Just so you know? How stupid can I possibly sound? he mentally scolded himself. "Well... I like you." he finally spat out, but found that now he couldn't stop talking. "I mean, as more than a friend. I really like you alot. And I know I don't know you that well... but I...will you go out with me?"
She rested her head back on his shoulder, silencing him. "Yes." she murmured into his shirt collar as she slipped back into her peaceful demeanor.
* * *
"Scott?" Angela asked cautiously, approaching him.
He turned and looked at her darkly, his eyes glazed over as he cradled his third glass of the substance Clyde had mixed up for him.
Angela took the seat next to him. "Scott, I think we need to talk." she said, then smelled the alcohol radiating from the area. "Have you been drinking?" she asked in distaste.
"Yup!" he replied proudly, his speech slurred. "But not before rackin' my brains thinking about you and all this shit your makin' me go through."
"What?" she asked, confused.
"American Woman... wait, you're Spanish. But all is well. You can be American for this song." he babbled. "American Woman! Stay away from me-ee-ee..." he started to sing.
"Scott!" Angela exclaimed, trying to regain his attention. "Just leave me alone Angelaaaaa." he told her, downing another swig. "Fill 'er up!" he said to Clyde, handing him back the glass.
"Scott, why are you drinking?" Anglela asked, softly, touching his arm.
He flinched at her touch. "Get the fuck off me! You... you... she-devil."
"What are you talking about?" she asked patiently.
"You scare the shit right from my ass." he told her, resting his head on the countertop.
"Scott, why don't I take you up to Timber's room to lie down, then you can tell me all about it in the morning." she said softly, trying to coax him to follow her.
"I'm not going ANYWHERE with you!" Scott shouted, jumping back. "Just stay away from me you bitch! Stay away! You're making my life hell and I can't take it." he exclaimed irrationally.
Angela felt the sting of his words. She didn't understand what he was talking about, and at the same time she didn't want to.
A tall blonde slid into the seat on the other side of him. She smiled. Angela felt sick as she saw the look her gave her. He didn't even try to hide that fact that he was staring intently at her well displayed chest. She was wearing a tiny green and yellow dress that showed more skin then necessary.
"Well hello there." Scott greeted happily, forgetting all about Angela.
"Hi." the blonde said with a giggle. She tossed her long mane over her shoulder.
Angela watched with disgust. He was acting this way right in front of her. She couldn't believe it. She felt about two centimeters tall.
"So whatcha doing tonight baby?" Scott asked her.
"Nothing." she replied coyly.
"Well... my name's Scott. Let me know if I could be of service to you."
"My name's Kelsey." she said, still giggling.
"Well, KELSEY," he began, looking back at Angela. "What do you say you and me get to know one another a little better?"
She was buying his lines even with his speak slurred. She could tell he was drunk but she didn't seem to care. Angela was about to scream. She got up and left, wanting to get away as soon as possible.
"Okay Scott... we could, I don't know, maybe, go upstairs or something?" Kelsey offered, looking him over.
"Nuh-uh-uh." Clyde interjected. "You're not taking my best customer."
Both ignored him.
"Let's go." Kelsey said, taking his arm and leading him with her.
Scott was surprised he could walk, he half leaned on her for support as they made their way up the stairs.
* * *
Jeanine stripped off her tube top, leaving her in nothing but a black strapless bra. Dave looked away, wanting to be a gentleman. She grinned at him, tossing the tank into the sink and turning on the water.
"It's okay Dave. I'm wearing something." she giggled. She found it completely irresistible the way he was so innocent and polite.
"Oh, I..." he trailed off.
"Could you hand me the soap?" she asked.
"Uh huh." he said, taking a scoop out of the large box of Tide clothing wash liquid. He handed the cup to her, trying not to spill.
"Thank you." she said, accepting it with a smile.
Jeanine put the plug in the drain and poured the soap in, letting it fill up as she scrubbed the cotton fabric of her shirt together, trying to wash out the stain. Dave watched over her shoulder.
"You smell good." she informed him, letting the water out and rinsing out her shirt.
"So do you." he said, not meaning to sound flirty, but sounding so anyway.
She slid past him, going to the dryer and tossing her top in, turning it on. She hopped up so she was sitting on it as it hummed to life.
"So Dave... do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"No." he replied. "What about you?"
"Well I don't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend." she laughed.
Dave smiled. "You know what I meant." he said, standing beside her.
"Ever been this close to a girl not wearing a top?" she asked him flirtatiously.
Dave stepped back. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked.
"No, not at all Dave." she laughed. "You're such a gentleman."
"No that's Bob." he said. "I've been accused of being polite though. And of being a Don Juan." he rambled on.
"So tell me, Don Juan," Jen began, leaning forward, accenting her cleavage. "Do you ever kiss a girl your not together with?"
"I kissed you earlier today..." he offered.
"That was Truth or Dare." she pointed out, motioning with her finger for him to come closer.
He did as she asked.
Without another word said, their lips met, soon parting. Not long after that, their tongues were gyrating together in a wave of passion and ecstasy as if they were each other's drug. Jeanine surely wanted him from the start, and as always, she got what she wanted.
* * *
Angela hurried up the stairs and jostled her way through the mass of people in the living room to get to the front door. She had to get out of there, she couldn't stay in that place anymore. She wished she had never met Scott Moffatt and fallen head over heels for him. Maybe she would never see him again. If only it were that simple.
"Angela!" a familiar voice called.
She turned around, spotting the raven colored locks as Bob made his way through the crowd to meet her by the front door.
She couldn't see him right then. She was on the verge of tears and she didn't want anyone to know. No one could know that Scott Moffatt had gotten to her.
"Angela!" Bob called out again, just as she slipped out the door. He was quick to follow her. "Wait up!" he said when they were both on the front porch.
She turned to face him, and irritated expression on her face.
"What's the matter?" he asked, instantly knowing something was up.
"Why would anything be the matter?" she asked, trying to hold in the tears. She wanted to break down and cry.
"Angela, something's up." he said softly, resting a hand on her shoulder.
She had to fight to hold in a sob that welled in her throat. She couldn't trust her voice. She knew she would break down at any given moment.
"Hey, hey, you can tell me Angela, I'm your friend." he promised, leading her over to the side of the porch so they were out of the way of the door.
"Nothing's the matter!" she suddenly exclaimed, turning to leave. "But you might want to check up on that brother of yours. He's drunk as an Irish sailor and is upstairs with Marilyn Monroe incarnate. Make sure he doesn't fall asleep on his back, because he could choke to death if he vomits." she said, turning to leave.
Bob stopped her, taking her wrist in his hand. She turned back around.
"So that's what this is about." he said, smiling softly.
Tears started to stream down her cheeks without her realizing it.
"I just don't understand Bob. I don't understand." she said softly.
"That's the thing Angela; I don't think he understands either." Bob explained. "I know for a fact that he likes you, he was just sitting in the same spot for an hour thinking about you. I can't really tell you what he's going through because I don't know, but something's up. I think he's trying to come to terms with it. Just give him time Angela, it'll work out." he said encouragingly.
Angela kept her gaze downcast. "Why is he like this?" she choked out, her voice barely audible. "Why does he do this? He was so harsh to me downstairs... if he liked me he wouldn't act like that... I wish I could understand, but I don't want to understand anymore. I... I... I just have to go. I'm sorry, I have to go." she said, leaving Bob standing alone of the porch as she ran off, heading for home.
Bob looked after her. He sighed. Scott had just fucked up something wonderful and would definitely regret it. Whatever it was that he needed to come to terms with, he needed to come to terms with soon because Angela wasn't going to wait another minute for him to come down.
* * *
Scott ripped his lips from Kelsey, panting for breath. Her breathing was equally as hard. "Do you want to fuck with me baby?" he purred in her ear, stroking her legs that were straddling his waist on the bathroom counter.
"I've always wanted to fuck Scott Moffatt..." she said coyly, chewing the corner of her lip.
Scott grinned, pressing his lips hungrily on hers again. Suddenly, as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw her. Her face Angelic...
"Are you okay?" Kelsey asked, pulling away. She rested her head back against the mirror, peering at Scott carefully like a scientist would it's specimen.
What was he doing? He couldn't deal with this... he couldn't do this anymore. He was a coward; a coward that had had too much to drink...
Kelsey's eyes went wide when she heard him gag, but it was too late. He vomited all down the front of her dress.
"Oh my God! Holy shit!" she screamed, pushing him away from her.
Scott, dove for the toilet before he was do for another round of viewing his lunch.
"That is so disgusting!" Kelsey screamed, looking helplessly down at her soiled clothing. She hopped down from the counter and started for the door. "You drunk! You disgusting drunk!" she shouted angrily. "And to think, I've been a loyal fan since you were country! You repay me by barfing all over me!" she continued to complain, swinging open the door and running out down the hall.
Scott hugged the toilet bowl, passing out.
* * *
Dave ran his fingers gently down Jeanine's smooth thighs as he French kissed her passionately. She played with the little hairs on the back of his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist. Laying one hand on his, she guided it up to one of her breasts, then it went to work, squeezing and fondling it. She pulled back from him, an idea forming in her head. Dave looked at her in confusion, thinking he had done something wrong.
She smiled at him, pecking him on the lips. "I want to do something to you." she whispered in his ear.
"Do... what?" he asked, slowly.
She just smiled at him, hopping down off the dryer and gently pushing his back against it, laying one more kiss on his soft lips. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she dropped down to her knees in front of him and slowly unbuckled his pants. A loud buzzer went off.
"You're shirt's dry." he said quickly, trying to get her mind off of what she was about to do. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go that far with a girl he wasn't dating.
"The shirt can wait." she told him, undoing his pants and sliding them down on his hips.
She could already tell the outline of the erection that was forming in his boxers. Licking her lips hungrily, she slid them down, his engorged member popping up to greet her. Her eyes traveled upwards to meet Dave's. His large brown eyes were as wide as saucers. A slight grin took shape as she took him in her hand and slipped his manhood into her mouth, sucking down on it.
She could feel Dave's muscles tensing in pleasure as she commenced the process of sucking him off. Her head bobbed up and down slowly, enjoying the feel of his leathery penis in her mouth. She had always enjoyed giving head, though others didn't know why.
Her lips worked on his dick, her mouth muscled sucking him in as hard as she possibly could. Her tongue made circles around his head, trying to derive as much pleasure as she possibly could from him. She could hear his breathing take on a new pattern as he slipped into the world of complete ecstasy, not destined to return until he reached the peak of his adventure.
* * *
"Clint!" Bob said, coming towards him. "We have to go upstairs." he said frantically.
"What? Why?" Clint asked, giving him a strange look. He glanced at Kelly who was on the couch next to him; she wore the same expression.
"Scott... he's completely wasted." Bob started to explain, but didn't even have to continue. Clint already knew what he was going to say.
"Where is he?" he asked, getting up from the couch.
"I don't know." his twin replied, shrugging. "Angela said she saw him go upstairs with some blonde chick."
"Okay, uh, let's go find him." Clint said quickly. "I'll be right back Kelly."
"No, I want to come with you." she insisted, getting up from the couch. She followed the boys out into the hallway and up the steps.
* * *
A moan escaped Dave's throat and Jeanine knew he was close.
"Jen... I... I'm going to cum!" he gasped out, clutching on to the edge of the dryer for support.
She quickened her pace on him, taking even more of him into her mouth. Suddenly, as expected, she felt his cock jerk slightly as he shot several wads of his steamy sheen into her mouth to the back of her throat. She ignored the taste as she swallowed with him still in her. She did not remove her lips from his genitals until she felt him limp.
As if nothing had happened, she got to her feet and popped open the dryer, pulling out her tube-top. She pulled it on over her head, slipping her arms over it, and turned on her heels, exiting the small laundry room, and leaving Dave standing there, still trying to get his breathing to return to normal.
* * *
"Hey Jen." Timber greeted, running over to her after providing proper salutation to the group of people she had been talking to.
"Hey Tim." Jen said, exhilarated for some odd reason.
"Whatcha been up to?" Timber asked as the two of them went into the dinning room for something to drink.
A smile took shape on her lips.
"Okay, what's up?" Timber asked flatly, knowing what that smile meant.
Jen pulled her best friend over to the side of the room by the snack-bar. "Let's just say that me and Dave had a little fun in the laundry room." she said, beaming.
"Oh God..." Timber rolled her eyes. "Does this have anything to do with the Spin Dry feature on my washing machine?" she asked.
Jeanine laughed. "Shut up, no!" she said, still giggling. "We were making out and I was on the dryer, but that's besides the point."
"Ooooh, someone got hooked up!" Timber laughed, punching her friend playfully on the arm.
"Wait, wait, there's more!" Jen giggled, urging to continue.
"What?" Tim asked in disbelief. "You guys didn't screw, did you?"
"No... we didn't screw. But I did give him head." her friend said, still excited.
"What?!" Timber asked, caught off-guard. "God, you give everyone head, you slut." she said playfully.
"It's huge!" Jeanine said, lowering her voice.
"I bet it is." Timber laughed. "God, slutty and nasty..." she trailed off.
"Yeah, well, let's just wait and see what happens." Jeanine said, sighing dreamily.
* * *
"Where is he?" Clint said frantically, searching all the rooms that were unlocked.
Bob looked down the hall and noticed the light on in the bathroom. The door was opened a crack and the yellow glow was just visible. He pushed it open cautiously, not wanting to walk in on another couple getting it on.
"Found him." Bob called out into the hall to his older triplet.
Clint hurried his way, Kelly following.
They saw Scott, passed out, with his head halfway into the toilet bowl full of his own vomit.
"Eeeeew." Kelly said, wrinkling her nose. "Is he dead?" she asked.
Both boys looked back at her.
"I doubt it, being as how he's still breathing." Bob said in a smart-allicky tone.
He entered the bathroom and went to his brother in need, pulling him back so he wasn't hanging in the toilet anymore. His hair had been sitting in the throw-up, having to thick substance on one side.
"At least he chews thoroughly." Bob commented, Clint helping him half drag, half carry Scott to the bathtub.
"That's gross Bob." Clint scolded, running the water.
"What are you guys doing?" Kelly asked.
"Trying to wake him up." Bob replied.
"And drown him!" Kelly exclaimed. "Were you just going to stick his head under the faucet?" she asked.
"No, of course not." Clint replied.
"We were going to splash his face." Bob said, taking a handful of water in his hand and throwing it in Scott's face. It did nothing.
"Just let him sleep." Kelly said.
The identical brothers looked up at her.
"Let him sleep it off." she reiterated. "Put him in the bathtub or something so you won't have to move him far."
"A little help..." Bob requested, taking his brother under the arms while Clint took a leg.
Kelly rushed forth and took the other leg, helping them lift their older-brother's inert body into the large tub. Clint shut the water off.
"He should be okay." Kelly declared.
"Yeah." Bob agreed. "I'm just wondering what we're going to tell Dad and Sheila when we don't bring him home." he laughed, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at Scott, asleep in the tub.
Clint nodded in agreement.
"You guys should just stay over, help us clean. You live just across the street." Kelly suggested.
"Well we'll probably help you guys tidy up." Clint said. "But I don't think Dad'll be too thrilled when he doesn't see us until tomorrow morning."
"Yeah." Bob agreed. "And it's all Scott's fault." he continued. "Not only did he get blasted, but he totally fucked things up with Angela... you wouldn't even believe."
"What happened?" Clint and Kelly asked at the same time.
"Let's just say he fucked up pretty bad." Bob stated, not wanting to go into detail over something that he had no right to tell anyone.
Clint sighed, looking down at Scott. "He's always got to be the rebel."
* * *
"Okay..." Timber said, staring her opponent down. She was in the middle of a pretty heated match of the card game 'Spit' with another guy who was on his way to victory. "One... two... three..."
"SPIT." they both said at the same time.
The small audience that had gathered around watched as each downed a shot of vodka and slammed a card down. They continued with the game.
"What kind of ghetto version of spit are you guys playing?" Jeanine asked, making her way through the small crowd of a few spectators and leaning over Tim's shoulder.
"Spit with a twist." her best friend's opponent, known as Lance, replied, not even looking up.
Jen took Timber's shot glass and poured a generous amount of vodka into it, downing the whole thing in one gulp. "I play winner." she declared, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Looks like it's your turn then." Timber said, accepting her failure. She had already had two shots of vodka and it was beginning to take it's toll. She got up from the stool she had been sitting on to make room for her best friend.
"Alrighty then." Jean said, sliding into her seat. She gathered up the cards and began to shuffle them. "Prepare to loose bucko because I rock at this game."
"Wanna put your money where your mouth is?" he asked.
She glanced up at him, then grinned. "What's your wager?" she asked, calling his bluff.
He thought for a moment. "If, or when, I win, you have to pay me twenty bucks... and do a strip dance down to your thong for all of us here." he replied promptly, as if he had given much thought to his proposal before.
"How did you know I was wearing a thong?" she asked with a grin.
"You're Jeanine Alba." he replied, referring to her status as a harlot. "But don't worry, I'll be slipping the twenty bucks back into your pants baby, what've you got to loose?" he flirted.
"And if I win," she continued, as if she hadn't heard his latter comment. "You have to do exactly the same."
"Deal." he said, not even hearing what she had said, he just wanted to see her in a thong... covered in chocolate sauce preferably, but that wasn't part of the deal.
They shook hands and Jeanine started to deal.
"Beat her ass Lance!" some of the guys called. "I wanna see her strip!" one guy who was a prominent player on the football team hollered.
"Jeanine will give him such an ass wooping that he won't even know what hit him!" Timber announced, taking another shot.
"We'll see." Lance said menacingly, taking his cards in hand. "We shall see."
* * *
Moments later, Jeanine found herself standing on the coffee table.
"Take it off baby!" an unknown guy shouted.
Whoops and hollering from the males that had gathered in the living room were now nearly drowning out the sound of the music they had put on for her to strip too.
"I swear you cheated!" Jeanine accused Lance, who stood in the front row.
"We wanna see some skin!" Timber teased.
Jeanine stuck her tongue out playfully and surveyed the room once more, spotting Dave walking in on the far side. He looked up at her, not knowing what was going on.
American Woman... stay away from me-ee-ee...
She smiled to herself, and began to move her hips to the music.
"Whoo-whoo!!!" Timber exclaimed as her best friend danced on the small area of space and started to slowly take off her tube top. She tossed it in her friends direction, having it land on her head.
Timber held up the shirt and swung it around. "Show us your boobs!" she screamed, deriving more cheers from the other males in the room. She didn't even take notice to the fact that she was the only female in the 'audience.'
Dave watched in astonishment as Jeanine unbuttoned her shorts seductively, sliding down to reveal her black g-string. The crowd went wild.
Jen bent down and Timber gave her backside a slap. "You go girl!" she shouted like a drunken Irish man.
The two girls enjoyed putting on a show for the guys in the room. Jeanine motioned with her finger for Timber to join her on the coffee table and of course, being the good friend that she was, Timber complied graciously. She took her friend at the hips from behind and gave Jeanine an all out spanking for the horny guys that populated the room to see.
Jeanine teased them a bit, snapping the strap of her underwear. Taking it upon herself, and also being in a nearly-drunk state, Timber pulled down her friends bra, catching her by surprise.
Jeanine started to laugh. She and Timber had always had fun when they were acting foolish, but this by far had to break the mold.
Lance leaned up and slipped Jen's twenty dollar bill back into her thong.
"Whoo-hoo! Making money already Jen, you should give thought to pursuing this as a career." Timber stated, unlatching her bra altogether and taking it off.
Jeanine never seemed to mind.
Timber grabbed the previously discarded bottle of vodka they had been playing with and rejoined her friends back up on the table. She poured a small amount down her chest, Jen leaning back slightly and letting it roll down her skin.
"Lick it off!!!" some random guy in the audience cried. Cheers erupted.
Timber did as she was asked, sliding her tongue up the center of her friend's chest. She poured more of the liquid and repeated the process.
Dave continued to watch from the back of the room. He grinned. These girls were crazy.
"What's going on Da---" Bob stopped short when he saw what was transpiring on the 'stage'. "What the hell?" he demanded, growing interested.
"What Scott wouldn't give to be here." Dave said, directing his eyes back to the show.
"Yeah... what Scott wouldn't give." Bob muttered, watching.
* * *
Hours later, Jeanine, fully clothed, was piling trash into a large garbage bag in the dining room. Dave sauntered in, also with a trash bag.
"You little slut thing." he joked, grinning at her.
"Oh, you were there?" Jeanine asked, knowing exactly what he was talking about and also knowing that he was, in fact, there. He had been the reason she had gone on with the dare in the first place.
"You guys are crazy." was Dave's only reply. He was collecting the empty cans and bottles.
"What time is it?" Bob asked, entering the room from the kitchen.
"Four thirty." Jen replied, going back to her trash collecting.
Bob looked at Dave. "Have you called Dad yet? Did he call?" he rattled off questions, nervously.
"No, and no. We're going to be in deep shit though." Dave said.
"Live a little you guys." Jeanine laughed. "I mean, don't tell me you guys haven't just done something bad even though you knew it was bad, but you felt like doing it. It's thrilling to know you'll get in trouble, but worth it."
"Worth it to clean up after an earth-shattering party?" Dave asked, not understanding.
"Worth it to hang out with your friends and stay out all night." she corrected him.
Both brothers were silent, letting her words sink in. "I guess so." Bob finally spoke up. "I don't even think dad will be that mad, I mean, we're right across the street. The only thing he'll be pissed about is that we didn't call. And it's not like we can help it. All of us getting in trouble for being out all night is better than bringing Scott home rip-roaring drunk and having a lecture on how alcohol is bad and all." he rambled on, trying to justify his actions.
"Forget about all that Bobby, pee into the wind." Jeanine giggled.
"Hey, peeing into the wind is nothing to take lightly." Dave joked.
The three laughed.
"And speaking of living a little, what was up with that little show you put on earlier?" Bob asked, raising an eyebrow with a big smile on his face.
"I always do my dares. Life's more interesting that way." was all Jeanine said, going back to picking cigarette stubs out of one of the many pots of grass around the house.
"You guys!" Kelly screeched, marching into the dining room. "Look what I found in my purse!" she complained, holding a used condom in between the tips of her thumb and index fingers.
The other three erupted into laughter again.
"Shut up you guys! That is not at all fucking funny!" she shouted.
"Someone's crabby..." Bob muttered, loud enough for the others to hear.
"I've been vacuuming for two fucking hours and I haven't slept in almost twenty four! I go in my purse for some damn Midol because I have cramps that you won't believe, and I find a fucking condom! A used one none the less! So my apologies if I'm fucking crabby!" she screamed, turning red in the face.
"Too much information..." Bob said, holding his hands up in defeat. "You win Kelly, just don't hurt me." he said, knowing not to mess with a girl when it was that time of the month.
"Damn right I win!" she shrieked, not letting up. She flung the condom onto the table and retreated back upstairs.
"Oh my God... PMS." Jeanine mumbled under her breath, picking it up carefully and dropping it into the trash bag.
"That was scary." Dave said; the first words he had spoken in a few minutes.
"Yeah, well... you guys have no idea." was Jen's only reply.
Bob held his hands up again. "And we don't want to." he assured her.
* * *
Within the next hour, the seven exhausted teens were asleep in various places in the house. After Kelly's run in with her cousin and the younger triplets, she had retreated to Timber's bedroom and fallen asleep in her best friend's bed. Scott was still passed out in the bathtub, missing out on the festivities of making the house look like a tornado had not hit. Timber and Bob fell asleep out on the patio while waiting for sunrise. Dave slept in the basement on the leather couch and Jeanine opted for the inflatable couch that had been stashed away in the storage room. Clint dozed off on the couch in the living room while watching television.
The house was spotless.
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