I've had this story in mind for a while now, and thought about trying to post it. The thing is, I seriously have no idea if this is going to go anywhere, and/or if I'll even finish it. It takes place in Kenny's POV, which is really...uhm...perverted. Just in case, I'm telling you some of the chapters should be M for drugs, alchohol, and sex. But it's T so suck it up. And this story takes place when the boys are like 22ish, so thier not like little 4th graders drinking beer and shit. I'll only continue this story if I get reveiws, so please reveiw the story! Thanks, ~M
"Cheers!" Glasses clinked all around the bar. I sent my own up into the air and slammed it against Craig's mug, sending beer suds down my arm. We took a swig on cue. I waited for him to set down his beer, but he just kept chugging. He only stopped momentarily to burp. "Whatdaya say? How about a little contest, hmm?" I quickly pulled the bottle up to my lips.
"How many left?" I looked at the bar table, already overflowing with empty bottles of scotch and whiskey. A waitress, an extreamly hot one at that, dropped a new pack of beer in front of us. "Why dont you come over later tonight for a little thank you, baby?" She flicked away some cinnamon curls, and winked before returning to her station. "Damn, look at that rack." Craig puched me in the arm before handing me another beer.
"You mean, damn, look at all this free beer!" He said, popping off his cap. A large crowd was forming around our table, mostly guys, but some chicks. "On three pretty boy." He smirked.
"Why thank you, Craig. You're pretty decent yourself." He kicked my groin under the table as hard as he could, causing me to shreik.
"Three!" He brought the bottle up to his lips and before I could even touch mine, he was done. "Cryings' not gonna make you win-" I slammed my empty bottle down before he could finish his sentance. "Fucking shit..." I smiled and pulled out another beer, as did he. We both threw our bottles at the same time, and retreived beer number three.
"Chug, chug, chug!" Fists flying in the air, and money being played, I felt determined to win. I swallowed more than I meant to, and with a shaking hand reached for my forth. The waitress came over and stood behind me until I finished, and she handed me another. Craig hadnt even finished his third.
"Twenty on the cute one!" She yelled, causing a stir. We looked at each other through bottles, confused on who exactly was the cute one. Everybody threw money in the bread basket at our table, and I watched as it slowly filled to the top. "Make it fifty!" Craig glared at her, and picked up a bottle. I set down mine, now empty, and waited. He swayed with every sip, and halfway through his forth beer, fell from his chair and onto the floor. "And we have a winner!" She grabbed my arms and pulled me from my chair, holding me up so I wouldnt collapse. I let my head roll, and rest on her rack. Sweet. "What's your name, cutie?" I looked up at her, smiling.
"Show me those tits of yours and I'll tell you." An evil grin spread across my face, and I was surprised to see a similar one appear on hers.
"Tell you what- come to my place, and I'll pay for all of your drinks." She whispered, biting on my ear. I gasped. "So what's the lucky winner's name?" Licking her lips seductivly, I sighed. I just wanted to fuck that bitch already, but she wouldnt take me anywhere before getting me to talk.
"Kenny." I pulled her closer, and kissed her cheek. "And what's your name?"
"Victoria, and darling I must know, when can we leave?" I pecked her on the lips, and reached to brush away a strand of hair.
"Now." I took her hand and started towards the door when she stopped. "Wha-"
"Hon, what are you going to do about your friend there?" Victoria pointed to the unconcious Craig, drool seeping from his mouth. "Dont you think we should take him home?" Without thinking, not that I was already, I picked up Craig's limp body and slumped him over my shoulder. Damn chicks always have to ruin the party. We walked to her car, and slid Craig in the back seats were he looked oh to comfortable. I pulled open my door, and hit my head on the low ceiling. "Sorry hon," I saw a dirty look in her eyes. "I'll make you feel better." I heard a zipper, and before I knew it I was pantless. She pushed the seat back, and slid my boxers down to my knees. Her cold lips pressed against my thigh, and slowly travled up.
"God fucking dammit!" I pulled back her hair, and weaved my fingers between its curls. "Your amazing." She continued, and sped up her pace. "Shit! Ah-" Victoria pulled up and wiped the sides of her mouth. "W...why'd you s-stop?" She motioned towards the back seat.
"Do you know where he lives?" I blinked, and shook my head. "Can you...uhm...even remember where you live, or are you too drunk?" I blinked again becoming aware of the black spots covering my vision. "Hello?" I shook my head, and passed out cold.
I shot up panting, and looked around the room. It looked familiar, but the lights were out. I pulled my legs from under the extremly fluffy comforter and slid out of bed. As soon as I stood up, there was a pain that shot through my head and caused me to vomit. I sat on my knees on the cold wooden floor, as last night spilled out in front of me. The black spots were returning, so I quickly closed my eyes. Through my lids, I could see a sliver of light. The bedroom door creaked open, and filled the room with a bright light. The sudden flash made me throw up again. I felt a pair of hands of my shoulders, as another grabbed my feet. "One, two, three-" My body was lifted effortlessly from the dirty floor, and carried for god knows how long. "Kenny? Are you awake?" I held completly still, afraid of the horrid pain returning. "Can you talk?" Silence. I heard a dark voice whisper something, and then cough. "I can drive, but do you know where he lives?"
"Yeah, not to far from here, in the apartments east of town." I opened my eyes to see Craig holding open the car door for Victoria, but the sun made my eyes burn so I quickly closed them tight. She kissed my forehead, before shoving me into the back. My face slammed against the hot seat. I took a whif of the leather, and realized, very noticably, that Craig was the one in my place last night. "Shit, I dont mean to bug you but do you have, like, ten aspirin?" She closed the door by my feet, and ran back into her house. The passenger door opened, and in stepped Craig. Smoke filled the car as he lit a ciggarette, the fumes overwhelming delicious. The driver's door swung open, and Victoria threw a small bottle to him. "Fuck yeah." I watched threw squinted eyes as he gulped down at least six pills. The car roared to life, and we moved out of the driveway. "Oh hey, thanks for letting us crash at your place last night."
"No problem. I hope he's okay though, he didnt move all night." Craig groaned.
"You shouldnt worry about him. This is routine for him, I'm just surprised he passed out before sex."
Damn, I passed out before sex. Well, tonight's a new night, and there are way too many bars in this town. My drinking habits wernt the best, or actually near healthy. But as much as it threatened my health, I figured hell with it, if im dead tonight I'll wake up tommorow feeling more alive than ever. If anyone was to blame for my habits, it would be that pussy Stan. He was the one who gave me my first real bottle of alchohol, and the one who had made me crave more. I had barley made it through the college minimum of four years with his constant complaining about life, and how everything was going to shit. And better yet, I shared a room with him for three of the four years until I just couldnt take it anymore and moved out. Or got kicked out.
"We're here." Another groan from Craig. "Help me get him upstairs, I'll take you out for milkshakes." That bitch. Both doors in the back opened, and I was slumped over thier shoulders like a sack. I allowed myself to snooze, as they struggled up the two flights of stairs. I felt a hand reach in my pocket, and pull out my key. The door was pushed open, and I was thrown on the couch.
"Don't you think we should leave him a note? Explain how he got here?" She sounded concerned, but he ignored it.
"I'll check back on him tonight, I usually do anyway." He growled, stomping out of the room. I heard her heels clicking as she followed, but then she stopped. She stood for about a minute, before quietly closing the door behind her as she left. I reached for my head, which felt somewhat better. As I did almost every morning, I walked to the freezer and pulled out an icepack, and a toaster pizza. Slipping the cheezy piece of bread into the toaster, I went to turn on the T.V. when somethingn caught my eye. I picked up the notepad that Victoria had promptly written a letter.
Kenny~
I feel bad for leaving you, but you were out for almost two days so me and Craig brought you back to your house.
He woke up before you came to, and he helped me bring you home. If you feel up to it, give me a call anytime.
541-231-9871 ~ Victoria
Some hot girl just gave me a number I could call for anytime sex. I might actually have to call a girl I met while I was drunk. I picked up the remote and turned on football, as the ding of the timer went off. I bit into the scaulding pizza, burning my tongue. "Mother fucker!" I threw the piping hot pizza at the plate on the ground, which reluctetly bounced off onto the carpet. "Shit!" Feeling extremly lazy, I plopped back down onto my cheap couch making the springs screech. I layed my head back onto the shitty pillow that matched, and closed my eyes. I was in need of a mid-day hangover nap. I fell asleep to the sound of the T.V. and the smell of burnt toaster pizza.
I ignored it, thinking I was dreaming, until it rung three more times. Hestitating, I got out of my current bed, and stepped in pizza sauce. Great. I made my way over to the door, white paint now peeling from it. I looked out the peephole, and saw nobody. I went to sit back down, when the doorbell rung again. "What the fuck do you want?" I yelled, glancing over at the clock which read 12:23pm. Silence. I turned the handle, and slowly opened the door, expecting a man with a gun or a sciopath strangler. Instead, I was left staring at a bundle of blankets. I started to close the door when I heard a small cry. I bent down next to the rags, and moved some aside. Shocked, I stood up. I couldnt move. Maybe it was a mistake, and somebody got the wrong address. I didnt know what to do but stare at the little baby on my doorstep.