It's July, a month since RebCon and Murphily have been together. The girls' favourite Country Bar was holding a karaoke night, but the boys being the boys didn't wanna go.

'Come on!' begged Rebecca, 'you gotta come!'

'No,' said Connor, 'I fuckin' hate country music.'

'But you get to see us in Daisy Dukes and belly shirts,' said Emily.

The boys' heads perked up at those words.

'We're sold!' said Murphy, 'call yer Dad. We're goin' Country!'

Emily and Rebecca high-fived. It worked.

The girls got ready in their vanity room as the boys changed in their room. The girls were very excited.

'Country Bar!' said Rebecca, 'good ol' Jim will be there!'

'He's my favourite,' said Emily as she curled Rebecca's hair, 'such a wonderful man.'

'So, what are we doing about the clothes?' asked Rebecca.

'I'm wearing mine under jeans and a t-shirt,' said Emily, 'I wanna see Murphy's face when I walk onto that stage to sing Hardcore Country.'

'Doesn't Mickie James sing that?' asked Rebecca.

'Yup,' said Emily as she added some hairspray to Rebecca's hair before handing her the curling iron, 'the one and only.'

'I can't wait to hear you sing it,' said Rebecca as she curled Emily's hair, 'it's gonna rock!'

'I think so, too,' said Emily, 'I think so, too.'

Rocco drove everyone to the bar. Connor and Murphy were in tight jeans, leather jackets and cowboy hats. Rebecca had Daisy Dukes, cowgirl boots & a baby blue plaid shirt. I had the same outfit only my shirt was pink. I had it all hidden under jeans and a t-shirt. We showed our cards and walked into the bar.

'Girls!' said a voice.

'Jim!' said Emily, hugging a plump gentleman.

'It's so nice to see you again!' said Jim, 'you gonna be singing tonight?'

'Emily is,' said Rebecca.

'I'll be singing Hardcore Country by Mickie James,' said Emily.

'Good choice,' said Jim, 'I'll sign ya up.'

'Thank you,' I said.

Connor and Murphy walked up behind us. Connor handed Rebecca a Budweiser and got me a Coors.

'Oh, Murphy!' said Emily, 'thank you!'

'Anything for my Sugar Pie Baby,' said Murphy, kissing Emily on the cheek.

'Oh!' said Rebecca, 'this is our boyfriends.'

'Murphy's mine,' said Emily.

'Connor's mine,' said Rebecca.

'Hello, boys,' said Jim, shaking their hands, 'a pleasure!'

'It's nice to meet ya, sir,' said Murphy.

'Well, y'all can be seated,' said Jim, 'you'll be last, Emily. Best for last.'

'Thanks, Jim,' said Emily

Everyone got up and sang. No one will be as good as Emily. She's the Karaoke Champion at this bar.

'Well, I'm gonna go pee before I go up,' said Emily, 'I'll be right back.'

'Hurry back,' said Murphy as Emily kissed him.

'I will be,' said Emily.

I winked at Emily as she walked by me. Emily winked back.

Rebecca looked over at Connor with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

'Y'know,' she said to Connor, 'I love horses, but I wouldn't mind riding my Seabiscuit right now.'

Rebecca winked as she said that. Connor chuckled.

'Giddyup, cowgirl,' he drawled.

Rebecca giggled as Connor proceeded to make out with her at the table.

'Oh, brother…' groaned Murphy.

Emily walked into the bathroom and into a stall. She stripped out of her jeans and t-shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror and waited for her name to be called.

'And now singing Hardcore Country, please welcome Emily Ouellet!'

The crowd cheered as I walked onstage. Murphy's jaw dropped.

'Hi, everyone,' I said, taking the microphone, 'I'm gonna sing Hardcore Country by Mickie James. If y'all know it, feel free to sing along.'

The DJ cued the music. I took a deep breath.

HARDCORE COUNTRY

Hey, hey can't you see? I'm a rockin' southern girl runnin' wild & free

Hey, ya'll walkin' through the door, high-class style country to the core

HARDCORE COUNTRY! Back woods, uptown

HARDCORE COUNTRY! Rockin' your world with a thrillbilly sound

Hills & stones, Junior & Jones, one thing I'll always be…HARDCORE COUNTRY!

Hey now, listen up, I'm not the kind of girl that ever gives up

If anybody tries to bring me down, they'll be pickin' themselves up off the ground 'cause my rhinestone Lucchese boots will kick your ass back to its roots

HARDCORE COUNTRY! Back woods, uptown

HARDCORE COUNTRY! Rockin' your world with a thrillbilly sound

Hills & stones, Junior & Jones, one thing I'll always be…HARDCORE COUNTRY!

Sweet thing 'til you cross me, I can be a bad dream or your fantasy

Try to bring me down to you white trash level & you'll find yourself dancing with the Devil

Don't matter if I win or lose, I'll be kickin' your ass back to its roots!

HARDCORE COUNTRY! Back woods, uptown

HARDCORE COUNTRY! Rockin' your world with a thrillbilly sound

Hills & stones, Junior & Jones, one thing I'll always be…HARDCORE COUNTRY!

Hey, hey can't you see? Rockin' southern girl in designer jeans

Hey ya'll in a 4 by 4, diamonds in her heart country to the core

HARDCORE COUNTRY! Back woods, uptown

HARDCORE COUNTRY! Rockin' your world with a thrillbilly sound

Hills & stones, Junior & Jones, one thing I'll always be…HARDCORE COUNTRY!

The crowd jumped to their feet. I blew kisses to the audience.

'I think I have a thing for cowgirls,' said Murphy.

'You and your fuckin' dick…' said Connor.

Later on it was time to dance. Connor and Murphy got super drunk so they were dancing like crazy.

'Alright, everyone!' said the DJ, 'who's ready to dance?'

Everyone cheered.

'Well, if y'all know this song, I suggest y'all sing and dance to it as much as you can!' said the DJ.

The girls listened intently to the song.

'Let's ride!'

Rebecca and Emily gasped. They took one look at each other and hollered 'GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY!'

Everyone got in position to dance. This was the girls' favourite song. Ever.

An old cowboy went riding out one dark & windy day, upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way

When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw a-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire & their hooves were made of steel, their horns were black & shiny & their hot breath he could feel

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky for he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay, yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders In The Sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay, yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders In The Sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat

He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet 'cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky on horses snorting fire as they ride on hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name

If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay, yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders In The Sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay, yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders In The Sky

Everyone whooped and cheered as Emily and Rebecca rode on the mechanical bull together during the remainder of the song.

'THAT'S MY GIRL!' hollered Murphy.

'AND MY GIRL!' hollered Connor.

Everyone cheered.

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay, yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders In The Sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay, yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders In The Sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay, yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders In The Sky

The song was over. Rebecca and Emily jumped off the bull in victory. Connor and Murphy hugged the girls and whispered the same thing in their ear.

'Yer gonna be riding a different steed when we get home tonight.'

Everyone was drunk by the end of the night. We ended up having a sing along to Red Solo Cup. Everyone was handed a red solo cup filled with beer. Of course, the boys joined in on the sing along.

One! Two! Three!

Now a red solo cup is the best receptacle for barbecues, tailgates, fairs & festivals & you, sir, do not have a pair of testicles if you prefer drinking from glass

A red solo cup is cheap and disposable & in 14 years they are decomposable

& unlike my home, they are not foreclosable Freddie-Mac can kiss my ass…woo!

Red solo cup, I fill you up

Let's have a party, let's have a party

I love you red solo cup, I lift you up

Proceed to party, proceed to party

Now I really love how you're easy to stack, but I really hate how you're easy to crack 'cause when beer runs down in front of my pack well that my friends is quite yucky

But I have to admit the ladies get smitten admiring how sharply my first name is written on you with a sharpie when I get to hittin' on them to help me get lucky

Red solo cup, I fill you up

Let's have a party, let's have a party

I love you red solo cup, I lift you up

Proceed to party, proceed to party

Now I've seen you in blue & I've seen you in yellow, but only you, red, will do for this fellow 'cause you are the Abbot to my Costello & you are the fruit to my loom

Red solo cup, you're more than just plastic, you're more than amazing you're more than fantastic & believe me that I'm not the least bit sarcastic when I look at you and say: 'Red solo cup, you're not just a cup. (No, no, God no!)

You're my, you're my (friend?) friend. (life long!)

Thank you for being my friend.'

Red solo cup, I fill you up

Let's have a party, let's have a party

I love you red solo cup, I lift you up

Proceed to party, proceed to party

Red solo cup, I fill you up

Let's have a party, let's have a party

I love you red solo cup, I lift you up

Proceed to party, proceed to party

Red solo cup, I fill you up

Let's have a party, let's have a party

I love you red solo cup, I lift you up

Let's have a party, proceed to party

Red solo cup! Solo cup!

The song faded out. Everyone applauded and drank up.

'Thank you all for coming! Goodnight!'

Rocco drove everyone home. Of course, there was a rodeo in both bedrooms.

'Yer a naughty girl, Emily Lisa Marie,' said Murphy as Emily rode on top of him.

'Am I?' said Emily, 'am I really?'

'Yer fuckin' right you are,' said Murphy, 'God damn, am I ever glad I came to karaoke tonight…

Emily giggled and continued to ride Murphy like a horse. Meanwhile, in RebCon's bedroom…

'Hold still,' said Connor, 'I got something I wanna use.'

'What?' asked Rebecca.

Connor reached over and grabbed some rope. Rebecca gasped.

'How did you know I'm into bondage?' she asked.

'I didn't,' said Connor, 'but I'm also into bondage.'

Rebecca giggled as Connor bound her wrists to the bed posts, tying her tightly.

'Now hold still,' said Connor, 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard.'

Rebecca giggled.

It took both men a half hour to cum. Soon after, each couple were in bed cuddling.

'That was amazing, Murphy,' whispered Emily as Murphy kissed her forehead.

'I'm glad it felt good,' said Murphy, 'God, you're hot.'

Emily giggled and snuggled in tight to Murphy.

'Wow!' gasped Rebecca, 'wow!'

'I told ya,' said Connor, 'was that not the best sex of your life?'

'Fuck yeah, it was!' panted Rebecca.

Without knowing it, Connor and Murphy, the MacManus brothers, chuckled in unison.