Later that night, the crew found themselves downtown, heading up the street on foot to Afterdark's from where they had parked. All nine were dressed to kill.
Get a camera, take a picture. The drag queens and the freaks are all out on the town...
Clint was clad in black pants and a pewter grey tee that was made out of a stretchy material Kelly couldn't keep her hands off of. She displayed her large breasts to him in a hot pink tube top, wearing black capri's on the bottom and increasing her height with the aid of black platforms. Her bagette was slung over her shoulder and she linked her arm in his. The two led the way with Ben who merely donned a pair of worn out jeans and a tee shirt that said: "Pimpin': Ho' sale since 1969."
Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov, don't like the scene anyhow...
Scott wore a black v-neck and dark jeans, his arm around Angela's shoulders. She was dressed sexy in an unreasonably tight red tank top and equally as fitting black pants that Scott deemed as 'either illegally tight pants or a damn good paint job.' Her hair was swept back with invisible bobby pins, exposing her neck and tempting him to kiss it every so often.
I dropped acid on a Saturday night just to see what the fuss was about... well there goes the neighborhood...
Beside Scott and Angela was Dave with Jeanine. Dave donned all black, but his close friend was in a dark violet tube top and a micromini skirt that displayed her incredibly sexy legs. She snaked her hand in his, intertwining their fingers and smiling. Dave returned her smile, sighing as a wisp of her loose hair grazed his cheek in the nighttime breeze.
We can't be certain who the villains are 'cause everyone's so pretty...
Behind them, Carmen was hand in hand with her boyfriend. She was in a tight pair of dark silver Guess pants and a black backless tank. Bob donned jeans and a black work shirt with the sleeves undone over a white wife beater. Timber strolled on the other side of Bob, holding his other hand. Her hair was tied up in a sloppy bun, the same wisps escaping and falling over her cheeks and neck. She wore black pants and a white one-shouldered shirt that had a square rhinestone clasp around a piece of the thick strap. The words: 'Material Girl' were printed across the front in big, sparkling blue block letters. She and Bob joked with one another casually, enjoying the party atmosphere of the night life area downtown.
But the after party's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city...
A few blocks later and the group of ten was standing outside a classy looking joint. The sign outside on the wall read: "Afterdark’s" in big neon letters with a martini glass bellow it. A few people, looking to be the artsy type, lingered around outside the door. They barely ackwoledged the large cohort.
Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov, don't like the scene anyhow...
The bouncer didn't really look the part, leaning laxly against the door and chatting with a trio of young women. Ben appraoched them, exchanging a salutation with the lean doorman before walking right past him, his friends following. The best was yet to come.
I dropped acid on a Saturday night just to see what the fuss was about... well there goes the neighborhood...
* * *
Afterdarks was a very classy joint. Towards the front of the large establishment was a decent sized dance floor with eclectic music pumping from large overhead speakers. The bar was to the right side of the entrance, a large square of counter surrounding a block of assorted alcoholic and non beverages with stools all around, and to the left were the restrooms. It looked to be pub-type arena, a comfortable amount of people relaxing in the lounge by the bar and some dancing up front.
Stepping between tables and chairs, Scott leading her by the hand, Angela looked around, noticing a single man at the bar who was eyeing her. He had sandy blonde hair hanging across his forehead, and in his hunched position, only his head turning to follow her, she could see that his eyes were light colored. He smiled cordially, looking back to the mug of beer he was nursing in his hands.
Jeanine dragged Dave out towards the dance floor, ignoring his fervent protests, and her cousin did the same to the boy on her arm. Clint followed without objecting.
"Come dance with me Bob!" Carmen pleaded, tugging at his wrist.
Bob looked between the dance floor and the bar and his decision came without a question. "I'm gonna go get a drink first." he smirked.
"I'll come with." Timber grinned.
Scott had been lassoed away from the bar by his girlfriend already. They were hanging on each other doing a rather indecent version of dancing near Dave and Jeanine. Dave stood still insisting he couldn't dance while Jeanine danced around him, attempting to entice him with her alluring moves.
"Bob! Come dance with me! Pleeeeeease!" Carmen whined, tugging his sleeve now.
"In a little bit." Bob grinned, kissing her forehead and following his best friend.
"I'll dance with you Carm." Ben said, taking her around the waist. They were a funny spectacle, Carmen was a good few inches taller than him. She gave her boyfriend a pleading face while Ben dragged her off.
"I've got moves you've never seen." he promised.
"Just bring her back in one piece!" Bob called. "I plan on keeping her for a while!"
Timber smirked, taking a few strides to the bar while Bob hurried to catch up.
"Hey DI wait up." he said, sliding into the tall black stool next to hers.
"Time to get drunk." Timber smirked, chewing the corner of her shiny lips and waving the bartender over.
"Whoa, whoa, slow your roll speed demon." Bob chuckled. "The night is young my deciple, the night is young."
"So am I." Timber grinned "We don't know when they'll catch onto our scheme." she winked.
The bartender looked like an early James Bond, his dark hair slicked back from his face with gel and his piercing greenish eyes dancing warmly. He was average heighted, clad in a tight white shirt and black slacks. He asked what he could get for them.
"Cosmopolitan please." Timber replied, dusting nonexistent spots from her pants.
"What's a cosmopolitan?" Bob asked her. He had been planning to order a screwdriver, not knowing of many mixed drinks.
"It's like this... reddish drink." Timber explained. "He'll take one too." she said to the bartender.
"Two reds, coming up." Jeff said, heading to the other end of the bar where the fancy looking glasses were set up on a rack.
"We're so bad." Timber chuckled, leaning forward on the bar and resting her elbows on it. "We're getting wasted right off the bat."
"Bob grinned, looking behind them into the lounge where a few people were seated. The youngest people besides him and his brigade were in their twenties. "And knowing you and me, we'll end of doing some really crazy shit." he concluded.
They both looked at one another and shrugged. "Comes with the territory." they said in unison, chortling mildly at the moment they shared.
Timber studied him as he stared into the bar. Being away from him hadn't seemed to decrease her amount of admiration for him. Infact, the old adage 'distance makes the heart grow fonder' actually held true. Looking at his flawless face with the smooth skin and perfectly wholesome tone, his dark eyes, rimmed with fluttering lashes... she smirked to herself, chewing on the corner of her lip when she thought of how beautiful he was. He looked back at her and smiled too.
"Two cosmos." Jeff, the bartender, announced, setting them down without much production in front of the two patrons.
"Thanks." Timber smiled. "They're both on me." she said, handing him her credit card from one of the back pockets of her pants.
"You don't have to..." Bob started to protest.
"Don't worry about it." she told him shortly, sipping the glowing, red-tinted beverage from the tall, triangular glass with a long stem.
"I'll pick up the next round." he informed her.
Timber breathed a laugh, taking another sip. "And I'll get the one after that."
"And I'll take the one after that." he continued, sipping his own cosmopolitan.
"And we'll be so drunk after that, who knows? Maybe they'll give it to us for free."
* * *
The hours ticked by, Dave managing to leave Jeanine with Ben on the dance floor. He soon found himself sitting on a large leather couch against the back wall of lounge by the bar with Clint, both taking to downing bottles of Heineken. There was a large wall mirror behind the couch that reflected the bar. By then, the little bar was swarming with people, the night having grown into one big party with a more subtle aura.
"So I once saw this chick." Clint stated, taking a swig from the green glass bottle and interrupting the silence that had settled over him and his brother.
Dave sputtered a chuckled. After a few seconds, he asked: "And?"
Clint looked to his triplet as if seeing him there for the first time. His eyes were wide and glassy, his lips damp. He was pretty drunk by then, taking another long swig and finishing off his fourth beer. "I saw a chick." he repeated matter-of-factly. "Dude, keep up with the plot." he continued, irritatedly.
"And....?" Dave asked, finishing his fifth beer.
"And... that's it." Clint said with an exaggerated gesture of his shoulders.
Dave clicked his tongue, setting his empty bottle on the table in front of him. He sat back, shaking his head with pity. "I actually thought that was going somewhere." he said.
"More beers?" Clint asked.
"Get something insecure." Dave suggested, leaning his head back on the back of the couch. The world was starting to swirl around him.
"Interesting?" Clint corrected, struggling for a moment to his feet before getting into a standing position.
Dave looked up at his brother. "That's what I done say--said." he mumbled.
"Whatever." Clint muttered, staggering for the bar where Bob and Timber were well underway with their 'get as drunk as possible' scheme. He walked directly into a table, giggling as he made his way around it.
"Stupid..." Dave snorted, resting his head back again.
"Hey sweet thang." Clint grinned, laying a wet and sloppy kiss on Timber's cheek.
She whirled around in surprise, nearly falling off the stool then laughing maniacally. "Yo---hey Bob? How'd you's get o'er there-ere-ere?" she asked, widening her eyes and trying to see clearly. She covered one of them, a tactic to prevent double vision, and semi-focused on the character in front of her.
"Can I take a shot off... you's... yeah." Clint stammered, trailing his hands over her stomach.
"Huh?" Timber asked.
"I wanna take a shot on your tummy." he said, kissing her face again.
Timber wiped his kiss off. "Okay." she said.
"Dude, man..." Bob grinned, his eyes blazing. "You gotta lie her down on the bar. Man, Tim, lay on the bar." he directed, shoving the empty glasses out of the way.
"Okay, but dude, I's a gonna be piss'd if is you--- yeah... okay." she giggled, trying to lift herself up into a sitting position on the bar counter but nearly falling off the stool again.
Bob and Clint lifted her up, each taking an arm, and somehow, she managed to sloppily get onto the counter, nearly falling behind when they recklessly let go of her. The two boys laid her down, pulling her shirt up halfway.
"Dude, man!" Clint called, waving to Jeff who was talking to a few girls at the other end of the bar. "Can we get four shots of tequila here?" he asked, holding up three fingers. "And those little thingies... and yeah!" he clapped his hands intensely.
Jeff grinned at Clint's behavior, immediately servicing him with a line of four shot glasses. He filled them each with tequila, some spilling over as he filled the line all at once.
"Thanks man! You are my inspiration." Bob said solemnly, near tears of pride, reaching out and patting Jeff's shoulder.
Carmen approached with Kelly just at that moment, peering over the guys shoulder's to see her best friend laying across the bar and nearly half passed out. "What the hell are you two doing?" she asked.
"Take a shot off Timber's tummy!" Clint invited them, leaning down and licking the smooth skin of the area just below his friend's navel. He sprinkled some salt on the silvery shimmer where his saliva was. "Hey, help me out here Kelly." he requested, gesturing for her to open her mouth. She did and he popped a lemon wedge inside.
"Ready man?" Bob asked intensely, his arm already around Carmen's shoulders.
"Count me down governor." Clint directed, holding his arms up to provide himself space.
"Three... two... one... we have lift off!" Bob exclaimed, clapping his hands as Clint downed the first glass of tequila, pounding the empty glass down on the counter and plunging his head to Timber's abdomen to lick the line off salt off her sweet skin. He then turned to Kelly and attached his mouth to hers, sucking on the lemon wedge while it was between their mouths.
The others laughed at this display, Timber coming to and clapping her hands together listlessly.
"My turn." Bob said, leaning down and licking Timber's cheek.
"What the fuck?" Timber asked, going to wipe his saliva, but he stopped her.
Bob took his shot, licking the salt off her face and taking his lemon from Carmen.
"I'm taking another." Clint announced, this time he popped the lemon into Timber's mouth, clamping it shut. Wanting to outdo his twin, he dragged his tongue across her lips, sprinkling salt upon them.
"Oh man!" Bob laughed, his arm still around his girlfriend even as Carmen downed the last tequila shot.
Clint took the third glass, gulping the alcohol then licking Timber's lips, parting them on his and probing his tongue into her mouth. She used her tongue to push the lemon wedge into his mouth, his tongue wrapping with hers as he made it clear that the lemon was not his priority. Timber slung her arms around his neck, taking his tongue deeper between her lips.
"What the hell?" Kelly demanded, tugging on Clint's shirt. "I think you got it!" she exclaimed.
Clint ripped his lips from Timber's. "Dude, I couldn't find it." he excused himself, shrugging lightly.
Timber sat up slowly, rubbing her hair back on her forehead. "I feel like dancing." she slurred, giggling.
"Well then let's go." Bob laughed, grabbing his best friend by the wrist and yanking her off the bar. She nearly fell onto the floor, but managed to regain her balance, laughing wickedly as they tottled off.
Carmen took her boyfriend's stool, ordering a screwdriver, a perturbed Kelly slipping into the seat next to her while Clint bustled after Timber.
"What the fuck was that?" she asked, shaking her head and looking down at the counter.
"What?" Carmen asked, digging in her pockets for her stash of money.
"Timber nearly fucked him right up here on the counter!" Kelly exclaimed. "I'll have what she's having." she said to Jeff as he passed by.
Carmen chuckled at her friend's hyperbolization. "Clint's so in love with her." she said, shaking her head with pity. "He's so obvious about it too."
"He likes her?" Kelly asked, her tone whiny with her upset demeanor.
"I---I guess so." Carmen shrugged, becoming flustered. "I mean... that's what I thought, but I could be wrong. He kinda acts like he does, always talking to her and touching her... why?"
"Because he's mine!" Kelly exclaimed. "He can't like her. He's supposed to like me!"
"Maybe he does. I don't know. I'm drunk, don't listen to me." Carmen pleaded..
Kelly huffed a steady sigh, scowling. "Well... I mean, if he goes for the waify, malnourished look... I guess he should pick Timber. After all, some guys like girls with no breasts." she shrugged superciliously. "He must be one of them."
Carmen was thankful that her drink came at that moment. "Thanks Jeff." she said, hoping the change the subject.
"No prob. You ladies need anything else, you just ask me." he winked, setting Kelly's drink before her and heading off.
"I mean, if Timber appeals to him, then he should go after her. Why would he want to go after me?" Kelly continued to brew.
"Oh come on Kelly. You're gorgeous. I wish I were as gorgeous... and those boobs. Damn. We all want boobs like that. I'm sure Clint thinks you're hot. You are girl. You're hot as hell. And you know, don't worry about it. Timber doesn't really seem to be into Clint anyway. She likes him as a friend, yeah, but I don't think she likes him like that. I don't think she really likes guys just yet." Carmen grinned.
"Am I really pretty?" Kelly asked, just needing assurance.
"Yes, you're beautiful." Carmen replied vehemently, sipping the orange drink.
"Prettier than Timber?" Kelly pursued, spitting out her friend's name like it was disgusting in her mouth.
"Much." Carmen replied, feeling bad about talking about Timber in such a negative way; but she just wanted Kelly to loosten up about the whole Clint issue. "You've got a classic, wholesome beauty. She's that model type... you know, too skinny, sick looking... and most models are ugly too." Carmen continued. "Trust me. If it's between you and Clint, I think you'll totally get him."
Kelly grinned, looking on into the bar. "Well... let the games begin then..."
* * *
Angela managed to keep Scott out on the dance floor for the entire beginning of the night. After a while of intense dancing, she grew thirsty and finally submitted to the fact that they would be going to the bar. It wasn't that she didn't like Scott drinking, she didn't particularly mind, it was just that they needed means of getting home and the others were all completely drunk by then. So sitting on the dance floor-side of the bar, she ordered a wine cooler while Scott chose a rum and coke. Out on the floor, Timber, Bob and Clint flailed about, the two boys basically playing a game of catch with their friend who was obviously rip-roaring drunk. Bob hoisted Timber up onto his shoulder, spinning wildly, her legs nearly decapitating an unknowing girl who lingered near them.
"Here you are." Jeff smiled, setting a wine cooler in a wine glass in front of her.
"Thank you." Angela smiled. She looked down the length of the bar and spotted the blonde guy she had seen when they first arrived. He smiled at her, going back to conversing with a red headed woman in front of him. Angela paused, looking back at Scott who slipped the bartender his credit card, sipping his dark colored beverage. There was something about that man that made her uneasy.
Looking back out at the dance floor, she saw that Timber and the twins had retreated.
* * *
Dave was still sitting on the sofa; he had passed out shortly after Clint's exit. Coming to in a blurry haze, he saw that there were two woman chatting with martinis beside him. One was wearing a really short skirt. He grinned, his eyes licking all the way up her legs. Giving him a disapproving look, the girl got up with her friend and they walked off.
"Awww come on! I only have one more day to live!!" Dave shouted after them, chuckling and turning his head to the other side after hearing her response of: 'Drop dead.' He didn't realize he had drank so much, but was paying the price at that moment as he was seeing everything in a bleeding kaleidoscope.
"Yo man Dave!" Timber laughed, plopping down next to him non too gracefully. "What is up home-slice?" she asked, patting his knee.
He turned to her. "Dude... I'm fuckin' blown. I can't handle being this drunk." he confided in her. "I need another drink."
Timber leaned forward to a half-full bottle of beer with a lip-stick stain at the mouth. She picked it up, wiping the rim with her palm and handed it to him.
Dave looked up into her dark eyes. "I love you man." he said, taking it from her and downing half of the remains before passing the bottle back to her.
Timber drank the rest in a gulping swig, thumping the bottle back down.
Dave belched deeply, covering his mouth and apologizing lightly before resting his head back again. How much had he had to drink? He had several bottles of beer with Clint... but before then he had to have had a few shots of something. He couldn't remember. He didn't remember anything. He especially didn't remember how he ended up making out with Timber.
* * *
Scott quickly finished his rum and coke, ordering another while Angela still sipped at her wine cooler. He lay his hand on her knee, smiling keenly before he looked up at an approaching Jeanine.
"Hey Scott... Ben's playing chug-a-lug with some bonehead guys." she announced. "My designated dancing partner's gone. You have to come dance with me now." she grinned lasciviously, grazing her fingers over his shoulder.
"Do you mind?" Scott asked Angela.
"No, go ahead." his girlfriend smiled, turning her face up for a kiss from him then returning to her fascinating activity of people watching.
Scott allowed Jeanine to lead him out on the floor.
Angela sighed, sipping her cooler again before looking back to where the man had been sitting. He was still there. She inwardly expressed relief to learn he wasn't even paying attention to her then. She found him a bit creepy. Clint and Bob were on the other side of the bar talking intensely and laughing all at the same time. Bob had his arm slung around his twin's shoulders, looking to Jeff as he brought them another round of beer. Nearby, Carmen and Kelly were engaging in a seemingly deep discussion. Angela quickly lost interest. She looked back to where the guy had been sitting, just to see if he were still looking towards her. He was gone.
"Looking for me?" a voice asked from behind her.
* * *
Jeanine chuckled airily, her body moving to the rhythm with Scott who was doing a pretty good job dancing as well. She laced her fingers in his, holding his arms as she spun with him, her hair whipping around even from where she had held it up with an elastic Kelly had had in her purse. Scott laughed, knowing she had had a lot to drink judging by the way her movements were exaggerated and misjudged. He, himself, was being affected by the tall glass of rum he had had, but planned to get much drunker than that. Not even considering the fact that Clint had driven them all there and was now drunk as anything, thus rendering them all designated-driver-less, Scott aimed to polish off his second drink when he got back to the bar.
Jeanine suddenly stopped in her tracks, blinking a few times as her gaze was directed just past his head. "What the fuck?!" she mumbled, dropping Scott's hands.
Scott turned to look over his shoulder, not seeing anything that would cause her to be so upset. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Timber and Dave!!! What the fuck! Timber is making out with my man!" she exclaimed, seeming to forget Scott was even there as she charged past him.
* * *
Angela was startled, looking behind her to see the blonde man sipping a bloody Mary, quite an upgrade from his previous beer. She smiled shortly before returning her stare to the wine cooler in front of her. Drinking down the rest she smiled, relieved to see Jeff approaching with Scott's new rum and coke.
"I couldn't help but notice I've caught your eye quite a few times tonight." the guy continued, sliding into Scott's stool and setting his drink on the counter top.
Angela repeated her shy smile, putting Scott's glass to her lips and drinking down the contents in a matter of moments. She cringed at the tastes, thumping the glass back onto the counter.
The man chuckled. "Quite the drinker are we?" he commented.
She shrugged helplessly. He was leaned onto his left elbow so he could face her, peering at her as if he was looking through her with those piercing light eyes. Angela refused to look at him, keeping her eyes on her hands. She just wished Scott would return from the dance floor, but turning to glance out there, she saw him spinning around with Jeanine and laughing wildly. She looked back to the two empty glasses before her.
"My name's Corbin by the way." the blonde man continued, resting his hand near her arm on the counter. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Angela." she muttered shortly, glancing up at him.
"Angela..." he said, testing her name out. "You have a very beautiful accent... where are you from?" he asked, making easy conversation.
"Madrid." she replied softly, motioning Jeff over. She swept over the bar area, looking for one of her friends to get her out of this situation. She really felt uneasy around Corbin.
"Madrid. Spain, right?" he asked.
She nodded, smiling as Jeff approached. She ordered another rum and coke, then changed her mind and ordered two. Sweeping the bar again, she saw Bob and Clint still on the other side, toasting one another with another bottle of beer. It was quite apparent that they were seriously drunk.
Corbin touched her arm, gently stroking it with his index finger. "So Angela..." he said, trying to catch her attention again. "How about we go out for a spin on the dance floor."
Angela jerked her arm away. "Um... I'm waiting for my drink." she informed him.
"That's okay. It'll still be here." he smiled as she met his eyes. His voice was soothing and gentle as he took hold of her arm again. "Just a dance Angela. You're so pretty."
"No." she said flat out, jerking her arm back and starting to get up. She realized she could barely stand. Wobbling on her two feet, she grasped the stool and nearly collapsed.
Corbin slid his arms around her, his forearms pressing painfully into her breasts. "Just one dance sweetheart, one dance."
"No!" Angela nearly barked. "Let go!" she exclaimed, clawing at his hands as she found footing.
"Come on, dance..." he cooed, his lips close to her ear. "Who knows... you just might like me."
She winced at the scent of alcohol on his breath, feeling like her little sister struggling to get away from Clint.
"She said leave her alone ass hole!" a male bellowed, grasping Corbin by the shoulders from behind and yanking him off the girl.
"Says who?" Corbin demanded, whirling around to see Scott who was a bit shorter than he.
"Says me. Her boyfriend."
* * *
"You bitch!" Jeanine exclaimed, catching a handful of Timber's hair and using it to get the girl off her supposed property.
"Owww!!!" Timber howled, trying to pry Jeanine's fingers off. "What the hell?" she demanded.
"That's my man!" Jeanine cried, slapping Timber cleanly across the face.
Timber careened a bit on her feet before focusing in on the girl before her. "Okay... whatthefuck?" she asked, shaking her head to gain complete consciousness.
"That's my man! You bitch!" Jeanine exclaimed. "You were making out with my man! And you call yourself a friend!"
She again slapped the younger girl across the cheek.
"What the hell bitch?"! Timber cried, shoving Jeanine away from her. "What are you even talking about?"
Dave was out cold.
"That's my man! Dave is my man!" Jeanine persisted.
"Dave is not your man! What are you going on about Jeanine? I--- fuck..." Timber trailed off, starting to walk away with the limited abilities she possessed.
Jeanine grabbed her hair again and yanked her back to her. Giving Timber's a good shake she continued to rant incoherent babblings about Dave being her property and Timber trying to steal him.
"Let! Me! The Fuck! GO!!!" Timber cried, grasping Jeanine's wrist and spinning around only to shove the girl over a table.
Jeanine struggled to sit up. Looking into Timber's eyes, her own glowed with anger. She was going to pay.
Jeanine struggled to her feet and dove at her friend, knocking her back onto the floor. "He's MINE!!!" she shouted, feeling hands grabbing her back. As she was lifted non-too-gently to her feet by a stranger, she realized that Timber had passed out. "Bitch." she snapped coldly, storming off towards the bathrooms to vomit.
* * *
"Boyfriend?" Corbin sneered, snorting a laugh. "You can't be a day over eighteen."
Scott smirked conivingly. "Well this eighteen year old's gonna kick your ass."
Let's all go downtown. I got friends doin' nothing but hanging around, well... I feel like there's something I could be missing.
"I'd like to see you try." Corbin grinned, beginning to walk away then spinning back to punch Scott cleanly across the face.
Scott stumbled backwards, clutching his cheek as the pain began to throb in it. He managed to stand up straight, not noticing the people around them beginning to stare. Giving a sly wink, he dove at Corbin, knocking him back into the counter.
Angela stepped out of the way just in time to avoid the glass of rum and coke spilling over onto Corbin's back. She grinned at the fact that Scott was protecting her and knew right then that that was the guy she wanted to be with for the rest of her life.
You know you look alright. You got cheap shoes, a Malibu and big public fights. Well, there's no one else I would rather be kissing.
After brief grappoling, full of grunting and red faced testosterone, Corbin managed to shove the enraged teenager off of him, grasping Scott's collar and punching him good and hard on the other side of his face. Scott got a grip on his arm, digging his nails into the skin and getting the older guy to release his grip momentarily. Free from Corbin's grasp, he grabbed the second rum and coke, quickly downing it and promptly smashing the glass over Corbin's skull.
"Agh!!! SHIT!!!" Corbin snapped through barred teeth as he doubled over in pain.
Scott lunged in, hooking his fist underneath the hunched figure and punching him in the stomach. Another string of curses sent Corbin to the nearest stool, holding his belly in pain. The Moffatt boy used that opportunity to get even more of an upper hand and slugged his nemesis in the face with his fist, going to repeat the action with his left hand, but being stopped. Corbin held Scott's fist in his hand, squeezing it as hard as he could while he used his other hand to punch him again.
Scott backed off, clutching his nose.
Baby when you start to bleed, you look so sweet...
He wiped the smear of red on his pants, growling a few incoherent swears before lunging back in and pushing Corbin back against the bar. Livid beyond words, he began to punch the older man repeatedly, taking a few punches himself, but allowing them to roll off his back.
Everybody's watching you, 'cause everybody wants to be Little Superstar.... well baby that's what you are... Little Superstar... oh honey that's what you are...
The spectateurs began to whoop and holler at the display of two guys beating the shit out of one another up against the bar, Scott on top. Corbin finally managed the shove Scott back, immediately lunging in and taking lead with the punches.
The image of Angela getting man-handled by the man on top of him flashed through Scott's mind as he took a punch in the chin. The anger burned in his eyes and he growled like a rapid animal, gripping the collar of Corbin's denim work shirt and allowed his pugilistic instinct to rear it's ugly face.
I got a backstage line. I call you up, been watching you for quite some time. I beat around the streets like Brandidi looking for Camilla...
Scott threw Corbin over a table in the lounge nearby, getting on top of the weary guy and alternating hands in punching.
"If. You. EVER. Touch. My. Girl. Again. You'll. Be. Talking. Through. Your. Fucking. Ears!" he growled, accentuating each word with a hard punch. Blood splattered onto his hands and face, some being his own from his bleeding nose, and the rest being the blood from Corbin's mouth.
I'll be satin and speed. If you and I are still alive, we'll get off these streets. Well there was a time I would have hung around just to be seen...
Angela leaned up against the bar, rubbing her sore arm where Corbin had grabbed her. She turned away from the fight, not able to watch any longer, but not wanting to stop it.
With a war cry, Corbin shoved Scott backwards from his kneeling position over him on the wobbly table. Scott landed with a thud on the hardwood floor. The twenty-something year old man jumped onto of the boy and took his turn with the punches, grasping the boys neck and trying to choke the life out of him.
Hey man it's a shame when you start to fade... Diamond rings and sparkly thing, won't help your shine stay...
Scott clawed at Corbin's hands, in his drunken state, not able to think or see clearly. His last resort was to grip his captor's neck and counter-choke him. This battle of grasp continued for a dangerously long time, until Scott could barely see straight. Luckily, Corbin was experiencing the same symptoms and released him, taking to punching again. Scott moved his head out of the way, causing Corbin's fist to smash into the floor, damaging the insides. In this moment of weakness, he maneuvered his way to the top of the pile, reviving his rhythm with repeated punches.
My Little Superstar... oh baby that's what you are. Little Superstar...aww honey you break my heart. Little Superstar... oh honey you know you are.... Little superstar... oh honey you break my heart...
"Scott!" Angela exclaimed, tugging back on his shoulders. "Scott stop!"
Scott looked up, his eyes wide and fiery. "What?!" he demanded harshly, sitting back in a straddling position on his opponent.
"He's out Scott! You won! He's out cold! Now Stoppit!" Angela scolded, tugging him to his feet.
Corbin moaned slightly, spitting out a clot of blood before his eyes fluttered closed.
Scott shook off his fists, examining the raw flesh that now stared back at him. The alcohol made it impossible to feel any sort of pain. "Ass hole." he snapped coldly at Corbin's unconscious form.
Angela managed a grin, ignoring the audience who cheered restlessly. She pushed his hair back and kissed his lips gently. "Thank you Scott." she smiled, touching his cheek. "Now let's get out of here."
* * *
The ten friends staggered in a group down the street. Clint and Bob walked up front, arms slung around one another as they both sang a cheery song at the top of their lungs. Jeanine, Kelly, and Carmen walked in a row with their arms linked, laughing at Bob and Clint. Ben carried a passed out Timber over his shoulder while holding onto Dave's wrist as the youngest Moffatt boy was drunk out of his mind. Scott and Angela lagged behind, not making it more than five steps without kissing or showing some gesture of affection. Both stumbled carelessly, giggling the whole way up the street.
"Hey man, who's gosta drive da caaaar?" Clint slurred, digging out the keys from his pocket. "Me and Bobsie haveta ride in der backs cause we... well we are fuckin' drunk assss maaaan." he grinned, his eyes rolling back for a moment. "Duuuuude.... dat wassss whoa..."
"Man..." Bob said, nodding rapidly and nearly sending himself to the ground.
"I fuckin' can't drive." Carmen said with a cackle.
"Me neither guys. I can barely walk." Jeanine said. "Who's the designated driver?"
"Him." Bob said, poiting to a soap advertisement on the painted brick wall in front of the car.
"Well I can't drive either." Ben shrugged, setting Timber down so she was leaning on him with her arm slung over his shoulder.
The young girl fluttered to consciousness, suddenly doubling over and vomiting on the cement.
Bob laughed, falling on Clint and nearly sending both of them onto the ground had it not been for the big vessel Frank called a family vehicle. Rapid giggles immediately followed as the boys embraced.
"I love you Bob." Clint smiled, leaning his head on his brother's.
Bob bit his lip, getting choked up. "I love you too man!"
"Dude, gimme the keys." Scott said, stumbling forth and tripping. He chuckled. "Man... this is gonna be a bumpy ride."
* * *
The large Ford Expedition sailed down the highway at frightening speed, all the teenagers packed into it laughing wildly. Bob and Clint continued to sing from the last row of seat where Timber and Dave were passed out. Jeanine, Carmen, Kelly, and Ben were packed into the middle row laughing and screaming every time Scott swerved wildly on the road. None of them even considered the dangers of driving under the influence of alcohol.
From the passenger's seat, Angela continued to lean forward, planting tiny little kisses on Scott's neck, her hand travelling between his legs. Scott's eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned loudly, a stupid smirk coming over him. The front corner of the sport utility swerved into the cement divider on the freeway, clanging with it and snapping the driver back to attention.
"Whoa man! Whatch out your idiot!" Scott exclaimed angrily. "Some people can't drive for shit!"
"Some people can't drive for shit! Some people can't drive for shiiiiitt!!" Bob and Clint harmonized, their arms still around each other as they sang with their full voices. "Some people! Can't driiiiiive fooor...... SHIT!!!"
"I know!" Scott exclaimed, taking one arm off the wheel to fling around his girlfriend. He dragged his eyes off the road and kissed her passionately, but sloppily, his tongue swirling into her mouth. Luckily, there were few other people on the road at the time, as he jerked the wheel with his left hand and swerved into the next lane.
"I KNOW!!! I KNOW!!! I KNOOOOOWWW!!!" Bob chorused with his twin.
"CAR!!!" Carmen called out, pointing to the red Bronco that was nearing them in the front as Scott sped up.
"Whoa! Shit man!" Scott exclaimed, ripping his lips from Angela's. He jerked the wheel again, switching into the next lane.
"Hey! Let's drive in all three lanes!" Jeanine suggested laughing.
"Okay." Scott complied, jerking the wheel back and forth as he zoomed past the Bronco.
"Drive in all three lanes! Drive in all three LANES!!!!!" Bob and Clint sang.
Clint leaned forward in his seat, kissing Jeanine on the side of the face.
"What the..." Jeanine asked, wiping his spit from her cheek.
"I just feel really close to you all right now!" Clint sighed, kissing Kelly on the lips when she turned to look back at him.
"Close to you guys! Close to you guys... CLOSE TO YOU GUUUUUUYS!!!" Bob sang alone, leaning back on Timber. "Oh man." he sighed.
After kissing Carmen on the ear, Clint then attempted to crawl over the seats so he could reach Angela.
"Ow!" Jeanine giggled. "You fucking kicked me in the damned head!"
"Kicked her in the head! Kicked her in the head! Kicked her in the HEAAAAAD!!!" Bob sang.
"Ooof!" Clint moaned, landing with his head in Ben's lap. He struggled to sit up. "Angela! You get a kissy!!!" he sang with a giggle, leaning forward between the front two seats.
"Hey!" Scott exclaimed, trying to stay in one lane but failing miserably. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Clint took Angela's face in his hands and planted a sweet, sultry, sloppy kiss on her mouth. She giggled, pulling back and wiping her lips.
"I love you Angela." Clint smiled, kissing her again on the cheek.
"Cut that out!" Scott scolded, putting his right arm around his girlfriend's shoulders protectively.
"I love you too man. Don't be jealous." Clint winked, kissing Scott's cheek next. "I love you very much." he smiled placidly. "You're my sweetheart."
At that moment, Clint and Bob began to sing what they liked to call 'the Sunshine song.'
"You are my sunshine! My only sunshine!" they began from opposite ends of the car.
"That's our exit Scott!" Jeanine exclaimed. "Right there!"
"Oh damn..."
"You make me HAP-PY!!! When skies are GREY!!"
Scott swerved the truck over two lanes, hearing a series of honking from the vehicles behind. He had to drive over the beginning of the grassy divider onto the deceleration ramp, cutting off a small Porche. The red sports car honked furiously and Scott merely waved through his window as he began to cut his speed a little too late.
Sailing past the red light, he started towards the suburbs.
"This is the song that ne-ver ends!!! Yes it goes on and on my friends..."
Clint paused to kiss Carmen on the mouth, turning to kiss Kelly as well.
"Quit kissing people!" Jeanine scolded, pulling him away from her friends.
Clint giggled, kissing Jeanine's lips. "You so silly!" he said in a baby voice.
"Fasten your seat belts guys we're going to beat this light!" Scott called, speeding to whiz past the street light. It turned red just as he sailed under it. The passengers hooted wildly at this.
"Beat the next one sweetie pie!" Clint begged, laying his head on Jeanine's breasts and smiling contented.
"Don't call me that!" Scott said, swerving over a few lanes.
"Sorry honey bunch." Clint giggled, moving his head to Kelly's chest.
"You guys are on drugs!" Carmen laughed, putting her feet up on the back of Scott's seat.
"Just good old fashioned alcohol!" Bob grinned. "Good old fashion alcohol! Good old fashioned alcohol!" he sang.
"You missed our street." Jeanine informed Scott.
"Thank you Miss Map!" Scott said irritatedly. "PARTY AT THE MOFFATTS!!!" he exclaimed, elbowing down the window button and winding his window down. "PARTY AT THE MOFFATTS!!!" he called, seeing his driveway and pulling up into it.
Frank Moffatt's Ford Expedition ended up in the middle of the front lawn.
* * *
The next morning...
At the early hour of seven, Clint awoke, looking to his left only to see Kelly laying in bed with him. What scared him even more was the fact that she wasn't wearing a top and only had the thin sheets of Dave's bed shielding her breasts from the world. Ben was passed out on the floor towards the foot of the bed, snoring loudly.
Timber and Dave had been dropped off in the living room, both sprawled out on the floor and sleeping off the large amount of alcohol they had drank.
Carmen and Jeanine fell asleep in Scott's bedroom, sleeping soundly on his bed. Angela and Scott were asleep in Bob's bedroom, Scott having thrown up in Clint's. Bob himself had crawled into bed with his parents.
Frank Moffatt awoke with his third born son laying partially on top of him and sleeping very peacefully. After realizing the situation, seeing his truck parked in the middle of the lawn, a loud bellowing of his first born son's name sent everyone into action. The girls and Ben quickly escaped, leaving the four brothers Moffatt to be dealt with by their livid father. All four boys were sentenced to a lecture about drunk driving and it's hazards, had their licenses taken away for the week, and were sent to their rooms for the remainder of the afternoon.
During his afternoon sandwich and glass of passion-fruit juice, Frank Moffatt received a phone call from the local police department about several reports of his truck driving recklessly on the freeway and in a residential street. The four brothers were summoned again from their rooms. This time, they were sent out into the backyard with arts and craft scissors and sentenced to spend the afternoon clipping each blade of grass to one inch height.
* * *
***Author's note: Drunk Driving is not acceptable and at the risk of sounding too authoritative, friends don't let friends drive drunk. This chapter is a bad example of what should be done in a party atmosphere and depicts a very rare version of what could actually happen.