"Why the shit are there so many strippers?"
"You know me Boss, this is my party!" Whooped Pierce, dancing with a bottle of gin in one hand and a woman in the other.
"Whatever Pierce, the party was my idea." Huffed Shaundi, blowing her fringe out of her eyes. After the Boss had killed Vogel, Shaundi called everyone to the condo and had declared party time. Pierce had called in about fifty or so strippers, and even a couple of hookers. Not that the Boss minded, he just didn't understand the quantity of whores. And with whores, came Saints. For every young, male Saint, there were at least 2 strippers.
Shaundi and Pierce had different definitions on "fun". For Shaundi, taking a few dozen hits from a light bulb was a party. For Pierce… Well… you get the idea.
"I dunno guys, my head's ringing, I'm just going to have a nap…" Sighed Boss, heading up the stairs.
"Come on man, don't spoil this!" Whined Pierce, trying to get to his friend through all the dancers.
Rubbing his temples, the Boss opened the door to his room, just to see a pair of Saints fucking on his bed. Fuckin' A… Well, maybe the party isn't such a bad idea. Back downstairs he went, and was surprised at how quickly Pierce got a party going at full pelt. No longer were there fifty sluts, but at the very least ninety, the place was vibrating with techno music that made the Boss's headache worse and it looked as though Shaundi had called in a few of her ex's to get high with. Where to first? The Junkie Jig or the Hooker Hula?
The Boss ran his hand through his hair and walked towards the dancefloor. A tall, skinny woman came up to him.
"Normally, it'd be 75$, but because I like you, I'll do fifty." She whispered in his ear.
"Uh, no thanks, Im good." The Boss walked away from the dance floor. Not really feeling the music, anyway. Now, where's Shaundi?
He sat down next to Blake, one of Shaundi's many, many ex boyfriends.
"Yo man! How've you been? You kill that asshole Vogel today then? Awesome, got any weed? Oh, no, make that Loa Dust!" Blake fired off these slurred questions so fast, The Boss didn't even catch half of them. Shaundi came and sat down opposite the two boys, holding three light bulbs and a bag of powder.
"Will you do the honours?" She giggled over the loud music, handing the Boss the light bulbs. He promptly smashed each one open, and Shaundi put the dust in each one.
"Nothing says party like not being able to remember it, right?" She said, lighting the drugs.
Three hours later.
"No, no, seriously, what was his face like?"
"I couldn't tell, his brain got in my eye!"
Everyone was laughing (including Johnny, who had finally returned after his killing spree), Shaundi had a lampshade on her head, the Boss had his purple tie around his, and Pierce was (almost) literally drowning in women.
"I swear to god, I almost put a bullet in your heads when you ran up those stairs!" Shouted the Boss, waving his arms at Pierce and Shaundi. "Be more careful, eh?" He took a swig of whiskey, kicking over a few glasses as he jumped onto the table. Johnny laughed and threw his shades at the Boss, yelling;
"Yo man, why don't we all play a game?"
"What sorta game you got in mind, Gat?" Asked Shaundi, lifting the lampshade enough so she could see.
"Strip poker!" Chuckled Pierce, before getting slapped by Shaundi.
"Nah, nah, how about, Truth or Dare?"
"That's a pussy kids game, Johnny." Sighed the Boss, sitting down on the table.
"No man, Saints style." Chuckled Gat, picking up his sunglasses. Nods all around said that was the game they were going to play.
"Alright..." Grinned the Boss. "Saints style…"