Meow!
"Do you even remember what happened last night?"
Flick
"I don't think that's a good idea, Daffy!"
Flick
"But Alvin-"
Flick
"Astroboy!"
Flick
"Yaba, daba doooo!"
Flick
"And I would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you medling kids!"
Flick
"Wiiillmaaaa!"
"Jeez!" Two-Bit tsk-ed as he turned the TV off. "Is there nothing good on these days?"
"Ughhh," came a moan from Ponyboy's bedroom. He stumbled his way into the living room and was greeted by Two-Bit.
"Well, good morning, sleeping beauty."
"You're... you're too loud." Ponyboy groaned as he collapsed on the couch next to Two-Bit. "What... what time is it?"
"Three o'clock."
"IN THE MORNING?"
"In the afternoon, you idiot!"
"I SLEPT ALL DAY?"
Two-Bit whacked Ponyboy over the head with his pillow.
"Ow! What the heck was that for?" Pony asked angrily.
"For being annoying."
Ponyboy, ignoring Two-Bit's insult, put his hand on his forehead to settle his headache down.
Just a few minutes later, Johnny, Steve and Dally walked in the room.
"Did you get your homework done?" Johnny asked Ponyboy.
"W-what?" He asked, completely and utterly confused as he got up off the couch and followed the three into the kitchen.
"Last night, you said you had an assignment due in two days," Johnny told him. "That's why you left the lot early."
"Oh, yeah. I remember," He lied. He honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
I guess I was so fixated on my headache that I forgot everything else, Ponyboy thought.
"Kid," Dally started, "do you even remember what happened last night?"
"Uhm, no, not really." He shrugged. "Why?"
Everyone exchanged awkward glances. "What?" He asked. "What did I do?"
"You got totally drunk off your ass!" Two-Bit laughed as he walked into the kitchen.
"What? I don't remember that."
"Figured," said Steve. "I'm surprised you don't got a total hangover."
So that's why my head hurt this morning... He thought.
"Dude, Darry was so mad!" Two-Bit cackled.
He looked at Darry, who didn't look very happy.
"I can't believe you don't remember!" Dally laughed. "You went crazy. We went to Buck's last night."
"Buck's? Why in the world was I at Buck's?"
Everyone turned to face Dally, who looked unusually uncomfortable. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, saying, "I, uh, kinda took you there."
When Ponyboy stayed silent, Dally continued. "What? It's not like you didn't want to go! I asked and you said yes!
"That just makes it even worse, Dally." Darry shook his head.
"Why?" Ponyboy asked. "What happened?"
"Let me begin." Two-Bit grinned. "It was a cold, chilly night..."
*** Eighteen Hours Earlier ***
"Get me a beer, Two-Bit," said Dallas Winston, to his older-but-definately-more-immature friend.
"What?" Two-Bit grumbled, annoyed. "Why me?"
"Because, if you don't, I will pummel you to the ground and rub out your liver." Dally smirked. "Capiche? Good. Now go!"
Two-Bit tsk-ed, shaking his head, but he went over to the bar anyway.
"This place is loud," Ponyboy observed.
"Try being here on a Wednesday..." Dally made a face, making his way to the jukebox.
"Why?" Ponyboy eyed him suspiciously, following him. "What happens on a Wednesday?"
Dally patted his head, smirking. "Things that are not pure enough for your ears to hear, little one."
Ponyboy brushed his hand away. "Hey, I'm sixteen years old now! And Johnny is eighteen! We're not kids anymore, Dal."
"I know, I know." He chuckled.
"Here you are, Sir Dallas James Winston." Two-Bit saluted to Dally after giving him a can of beer and then turned to Ponyboy. "And for you, Lady Ponyboy Michael Curtis."
Ponyboy, ignoring Two-Bit's insult, said, "I-I don't know if that's a good idea..."
"What?" Dally smirked, lighting up a cigarette. "I thought you weren't a kid anymore."
"I-I ain't!" Ponyboy grabbed the beer forcefully out of Two-Bit's hand and chugged it down.
"I didn't know you had it in ya, PC!" Two-Bit nudged him.
"You don't..." Ponyboy coughed. "You don't know a lot of things."
"Oohh, someone's getting feisty!" Two-Bit teased. "More beer?"
"Yes please."
"I'm on it!"
It was just one hour later when Pony became, well, drunk. Too drunk for Dally's liking.
"C'mon, kid. I'll take you home." Dally got a hold of Ponyboy's wrist, but he shook him off.
"No!" Ponyboy hissed like a cat or dog would, making Dally jump. He was afraid of almost nothing - except cats. He never liked cats.
"Aw, relax, Dal." Two-Bit grinned his usual grin. "He's having fun!"
Ponyboy somehow managed to pop out in the middle of Two-Bit and Dally, grinning like the Cheshire cat (how ironic). "I'm having funnn!"
"Screw you, kid." Dally glared.
Ponyboy looked hurt. "I-I..."
"Oh, God!" Two-Bit gasped dramatically. "He's gonna blow!"
Surely enough, Ponyboy started to cry. "Meowww! Meow!"
*** Present ***
"And thus, concludes my amazing story. " Two-Bit finished.
"Wow... Wait, hold up." Ponyboy held his hands up in the air, his elbows at his sides. "I meowed?" He walked away, shaking his head at the ground.
"So," Steve said when he heard Ponyboy's door slam shut, and he knew he was out of reach. "You gon' tell him what really happened?"
"Naw." Two-Bit shook his head. "I think we'll save that for another day."
Thank you to AlongTheBinding, Pen. Paper. Paradise, greasergalsoda, Mrs Ponyboy Curtis and Cat414 for the reviews on my last chapter :)
Whoever can guess the names of ALL the 60's cartoons on the TV, gets a shoutout :D ... and a cookie!
- Loll
