"You know you my boy, right?" Turk says slowly leaning against both JD's.
That's sweet man. And I got your back you know that right: JD answers as he tries to maneuver Turk up the stars finding that it's a lot harder than it looks on TV. He thinks that maybe he shouldn't ave volunteered to be the designated driver or in his case, designated scooter rider although in the end he had had to leave his scooter at the bar and call a taxi after trying one too many times to get Turk on. He'd never seen Turk so trashed before. Even whey they'd gone to the bars after going days on end trying to cram for finals and starting term papers at 1 a.m. that were due that day by 7 a.m. The most he'd seen Turk drink was two beers in one night and that was only because his parents had been coming down the next day to his graduation ceremony and it had been a while since they had been in the same place at the same time.
Damn that evil Carla bot who had his pooh bear so wrapped around her fingers that he couldn't even walk straight without checking with her to make sure that he wasn't doing something wrong. J.D. sighs. Used to be that once it was him that Turk always checked in with just because they got each other and Turk knew that JD had his back just like Turk had JDs. Its just how things were. And he had been happy with that. He wraps his hand firmly around Turks waist and pulls him up the stairs.
"No, man I mean you're my boy." making sure to put emphasis on my. Turk giggles. JD frowns as he tries to understand how he has gotten to this alternate dimension. He tilts his head to the side as he imagines tiny chipmunks surrounding his bed, chanting in their chipmunky language voices high and tinny. He can almost see the blue light encompassing his peacefully sleeping body as he slumbers like sleeping beauty, unaware of his surroundings, when suddenly a black holes opens up just wide enough to suck him in. He shakes his head to make the image go away. "Back you evil chipmunks back!!!" JD wonders if she should start going to church so that when the chipmunks really do try to work their voodoo on him he'll be protected. But then he thinks about denominations and angry mothers and sacraments and red wine and he knows that he wont really do it. He doesn't look good in red, makes him look pale and washed out. He looks down when he feels Turk sag against him and looks around when he realizes that they are in front of his apartment. He lowers Turk to the ground so that he can dig his keys out of his left pocket.