Chapter 2
A/N- Wow, thanks for the positive feedback, guys, I really wasn't expecting that! I'll do my best to keep you guys coming after this chapter…enjoy
The sun began to drip low, and the boys were preparing for the night ahead of them at Ed's house.
"EDDDDDDDDDDD" Sarah screamed bursting through the doorway, similar to Ed's disturbance in Double D's room, save for the high-pitched voice and the unfriendly tone.
Instinctively, Ed dove under his bed. "Yes, baby sister??" The underneath of Ed's bed muffled in terror.
"Mom is going to be SO mad at you for this!" Her rage was relentless
"What did I do!" Ed's bed quivered.
"There's gum ALL over the living room, and no way I'm going to clean it up."
"But Sarah! Gum is poison to the monsters in Goremunchers one, two and three! I was protecting you and mom and dad in case of invasion," Ed whined.
Sarah looked as if she was about to explode.
"Well Sarah, Ed's efforts do seem plausible," Double D tried to reason.
" SHUT! UP! SOMEONE BETTER GO CLEAN IT UP OR YOU'LL BE GROUNDED FOR LIFE, ED!"
"Nooomph, Sarahh Dompht!" Ed clamored around.
Double D scurried out of the room to go clean up Ed's mess. " I'll take care of it, Ed!"
Sarah glowered at him as he hurried down the stairs. She remained in the doorway, fuming.
"You know, Sarah," Eddy began, while flipping absent-mindedly through his mobile phone address book. "You look kind of cute when you get so angry," he smirked.
"Put a sock in it, Eddy," Sarah spat and stormed out of the room.
"Gross," said Ed, poking his head out from under the crammed bed. He gave Eddy a funny look.
"Serena, Shelby, Theresa, Tiffany D, Tiffany S, Veronica…Man. I need some more game to conquer." Eddy muttered, returning attention his phone, then shut it. "We need to get Double D laid."
"Strippers From Planet Doom! Double D would be too scared." Ed said, emerging.
Eddy rolled his eyes. "No, idiot, a real woman!"
An hour later, Double D returned, looking exhausted and disheveled.
"Ed-- how many packs of gum did you use to even think up of that mess!" Double D stammered.
"four-hundred two. Thanks, Double D. I thought I was done for."
"No time for a love-fest, ladies, it's game time!" Eddy declared
Double D presumed to shower and clean up, fitting his black beanie into place just as Ed blitzed the door. Double D frowned "Ed must you break down every door you come into contact with?"
"Eddy said it's time to go!" said Ed and gathered Double D into an arm and heaved him over his shoulder and carried him out
"Ed! ED! I have a fear of heights--Ed! be gentle!" Double D tried to protest.
Soon enough, the boys arrived at the club- a local joint called J00P sandwiched between Tom's Rhinoplasty (for those South Park fans, out there) and a string of high fashion label boutiques. The boys were there almost every weekend, along with most of the of-age neighborhood. Double D peered up at the contemporary building, it read along the velvet-roped doorway in black and white checker-board letters: J00P. The entrance door was made of smooth metal, a digital sign with a marquee displaying the drink specials. It was a huge building, intimidating as well as the rest of the modernized downtown. A far cry from the cul-de-sac.
Double D tremored at the unfimiliarity
"My palms are drenched…I think I'm coming down with a fever," Double D murmured, feeling his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Pull yourself together Double D! This is the first day of the rest of your life!" Eddy proclaimed following with a manic laugh. Double D swallowed
"I'm not so sure about this, Eddy…"
"ALLEUP!" cried Ed and tossed Double D over his shoulder and the boys strolled into the club. Ed set Double D down.
Ed stood six feet and one inch tall, his short black hair sticking out all over the place. He wore a black t-shirt displaying the name of some obscene band, and his familiar green jacket. He had blue jeans complimented by unintended bleach stains and an array of mysterious small holes.
Eddy, at 5"5 (poor bastard) had taken pride in making sure his hair looked elegantly disheveled, slightly out of place, with a button-down navy polo and slightly baggy but fitted acid-washed jeans. A ladies man.
And Double D, only 5"8, slim and slender wore a striped, long-sleeved forest-green cotton shirt with slim-fit dark jeans. As usual, his hair was pulled back and made discreet by his black hat.
The club was bumping with a euro-techno beat. The bar was identifiable by the glow of neon signs. People, both familiar and not danced on the metallic floor. Eddy spotted Nazz, Kevin and Rolf laughing about something at the bar, sipping on drinks. Nazz was 21, but Kevin and Rolf were just 19.
About a year back, Eddy had devised a scam that actually worked. For a hundred dollars a pop, Double D, Ed, and himself devised an ID look-alike, using almost all of Double D's ink in his laser-printer, despite his protest. Eddy conceived very convincing fake ID's, and sold them to anyone willing to fork over the cash
"Well, hello, Ed-boys!" Rolf waved as the three boys walked up to the bar. He was slightly buzzed.
"How's the ID working for you, gentlemen?" Said Eddy out of earshot of the bartender.
"GRRREEAAAT, DORK!" Kevin slurred and socked Eddy in the arm--a bit harder than he intended.
"Good, good," Eddy mumbled rubbing his now dead arm. He turned to Ed and Double D. "Excuse me, boys, it's time for me to work my magic," he brushed his hair back carefully, and made his way to Nazz.
"Eddy has been trying to get with Nazz for years," said Double D. "When will he learn to give in."
"When the fat lady sings, Double D!"
A loud smack against flesh is heard, over the techno beats.
"Gosh, Eddy, some things just don't change, do they?!" It was Naz. Eddy tried to apologize, but was defeated, and walked back to Ed and Double D.
"Problems, Eddy? You look distraught," Said Double D.
"Nnhn. Tough love," Eddy mumbled, his embarrassment was obvious.
"Better luck next time. Nazz is just temperamental. She doesn't know what she's missing."
Eddy tuned his attention to the bartender.
"Toss a Blue Moon my way, buddy."
The bartender gave Eddy a skeptical once-over.
"ID, please," he smirked. Eddy rolled his eyes and flipped out his fake ID nonchalantly in his middle and index fingers as if it was a King of hearts card. The bartender narrowed his eyes at the piece of plastic, then at Eddy, then back down to the plastic. Evidently irked but trying not to look as so, he slid Eddy the beer, which he presumed to chug as if it were water.
"Will Eddy be okay, Double D?" Ed questioned. When Double D glanced over he laughed; his first genuine sign of relaxation. The club wasn't so bad afterall. In fact, it was rather clean.
Eddy was on his second beer already, and whispered something to Lee Kanker, who errupted in bubbly laughter.
"Oh, I think he'll recover just fine," Double D giggled as Eddy gave Double D 'The Look' and led Lee to some discreet spot of the club so as to cough talk in private.
"Buy you a drink, Double D?? My treat!" said Ed.
"Oh, no thank you Ed, I couldn't possibly. I don't drink."
"Awwe, c'mon. I owe you one for getting me out of trouble." Ed smiled a big, goofy smile. Double D looked down, shyly.
"I suppose…one drink wouldn't hurt."
"Sounds great Double D! Warsteiner for me and a--" ed glanced at Double D
"…Uh, uhm, g-gin and tonic?" stuttered Double D.
"--a gin and tonic for my black hatted friend." The bartender eyed the two boys, but handed them drinks anyway.
"Ooh, long-haired Ed-boy drinks for first time, yes?" Rolf nearly sloped onto Double D's shoulder. Double D blinked warily. Kevin leaned on Rolf, his eyes half-open.
"You look like a total lightweight, dude! You won't chug that whole glass!" he said. Double D forced a smile, his face growing hot under all the attention. Ed put his arm around Double D's free shoulder
"S' ok, little buddy," Ed comforted, "take your time, you do not have to gulp it down first try," he said, after gulping down half of his beer. Double D clenched his jaw and looked at the clear liquid, eyes wide.
"Oh, curse peer pressure," he declared, and in one motion, he swept the glass up in one hand, tilted his head back, ad poured the fizzy drink down his throat. The three looked at him in awe as Double D slammed down his glass.
"Ohh. Gooodnesss," he said and held out his empty glass, chin on the bar.
Ed burst into laughter and the boys ordered another round of drinks.
"Great Great Great Grandfather Louie would be so proud, long-haired Ed-boy, oh yes!"
Two rounds turned into three.
Three rounds turned into four
And Four turned into Five.
Result?
A biker who thought he was the coolest guy on the block lay passed out in a puddle of his own drool.
A goat farmer having a slurred, though in depth conversation with a 20-something Swedish girl's breasts and her twin sister
An Ed and Edd laughing at high volume over 'that one time' then suddenly
"Doubbblee D! Letttttttts go DAAAANCEE!"
A/N -Oh, I am so bad, I know. Don't worry, I'll follow up this chapter quickly, so you guys don't have to wait too long. Hehe.
