Chapter 3- Rock and Roll All Nite; Party Every Day
Well, I couldn't stay away for very long. I just have so many things I want to do with Joey, and so I'm moving this summer, so it might be a while to continue updating. The hamper scene was taken from a Cheech and Chong movie; I forget which one it was, though. If anyone remembers, just put it in your review, and that shall be the post-it note for this chapter.
"Hey!!! Come on in! Keg's over there, dude!" Greg said. Joey was handed a cup of the liquid. Not knowing what else to do, he lifted the glass to his lips and drank some of the odd tasting liquid. He scrunched his face up and swallowed it. "Whoa!" Greg laughed at him. "Shyeah! I know. My cousin bought Heineken for us!" Joey nodded, and then took another sip. Alex was given a cup of it herself, and she drank it all, no problem. "Done this before?" Joey asked. She nodded. "I've been doing stuff like this since long before I met you." She said, kissing him. He smiled and then drank the rest of his beer.
Pretty soon, the whole crowd was partying like there was no tomorrow. Josh was in the bathroom. There were two drunk people making out in the tub, and Josh was drunk off his ass as well. He lifted the lid, took out his wang and proceeded to relieve himself. He looked up and then turned his head backwards and noticed the toilet. He then looked back to where he was, and then back to the toilet. He noticed that it was the clothes hamper, but shrugged it off. No one would notice. He zipped himself up, careful not to pull a Ben-Stiller-in-There's-Something-About-Mary, and walked back out to the party. Tara was running around, yelling something about stealing Twins and Malucci-this and that. She ran into a familiar-looking boy on the stairs of the balcony. "Hi! I'm *Tara*!" She giggled. "Tara…?" He asked. "OH! Tara Titus!" She said. "And you're…?" She asked. "Tal Malucci." He said. An extreme look of drunken surprise dawned upon her face. "Hey! I have a friend named Joey Malucci! Are you guys related?" She asked, grasping his hand. Tal knew this girl was drunk, but he followed anyway. Was it possible that there was a Malucci cousin from his Uncle Dave? He followed the girl to a room. He was introduced to Joey. "Tal?" He asked. "I'm Zaccario's son. Your uncle, from Cali?" Joey was drinking shots of Tequila, so he just nodded as if he knew. He smiled stupidly. "Hi." He paused for a minute, deep in thought. "Who are you, again?" He asked. Tal smiled, his blond hair falling in his eyes. Oh yeah. Uncle Dave's really gonna like this. He thought, rolling his eyes. Just then, Josh fell down the stairs, landing perfectly still on his back. "Somebody dial 9-1-1!" Tara yelled, looking at her boyfriend. Joey took this opportunity to pull his dumb stunt of the night. He looked at his hand, which was holding an empty shot glass from Hard Rock London. "NINE….ONE….ONE!" He yelled, pausing shortly between numbers. He then passed out , and began to vomit all over the place. Tal rushed to the phone, and took it from the redheaded fox who was using it. He hung up and dialed. "Hey! I'm located on 749 Evergreen Terrace. I have three people down, one fell down a flight of stairs, one is vomiting uncontrollably, and the other has been shooting heroin." He said. Dispatch immediately sent ambulances out.
Peter Benton was ready to go home, when he heard the hustle and bustle of a trauma. He grunted and yelled for someone to call in Malucci. Malucci was sitting on the couch when his phone rang. "Love Shack? How may I help you?" He answered. "Malucci! We have a triple trauma coming in in ten minutes and we need your ass here, now! And Tell Chen to come in, as well!" Kerry yelled, not giving Malucci a chance to protest. He ran downstairs, only to find that his car was still gone. He grumbled, but they took Jing-Mei's car. They sped to the hospital, beating the ambulances by two minutes. Dave just finished putting on his scrubs when they burst in the door. "What have we got?" Benton asked. "Three males, about 17, drinking at an after-prom party. One fell down the stairs, while the other passed out and began vomiting." Mark ran to the first gurney where a teen had a bandanna around his arm, and a needle sticking out of it. Malucci ran to the next gurney and noticed a blond boy, with long curly hair, totally motionless, except for his breath. He didn't recognize him, and that was good, or Josh may have lost his life then and there. He ran in to prepare for a nasty trauma. Benton gasped as he noticed who was laying on the gurney beneath him. "Oh God!" He whispered, praying that no one would inform Malucci until he was finished with the other boy. He ran in and prepped him for a gut pumping. He looked down sadly as he watched Joey slip away from him. Benton yelled for then to charge the paddles. He zpeed Joey once and revived him. Then they put a tube in his throat to pump out the contents of his gut. Kerry poked her head in. "Benton, do you need any help?" She asked, somberly. Benton nodded. "No. I have this one, but Kerry?" "What?" She asked. "Do Not, under any circumstances, let Malucci in here, until I say that it is okay to let him in, understood?" Benton said, even more fierce than usual. Kerry nodded and went on the lookout for Malucci. Malucci sat with his head in his hands. "Dave! Isn't there the third trauma in there?" She asked. Dave shook his head sadly. "No. He…didn't make it." He stammered. Kerry knew something was wrong. This man never got this broken up about losing a patient. Not like Abby. "Dave…It's not like you to get broken up over a loss." She said to him. "Yeah. That was Josiah Clay." Dave said. "One of Joey's good friends." He whispered. Kerry knew now why Peter was so protective of the patient in the Trauma room. "And the other boy is his best friend." Dave said. He then realized who else was there. A look of fear crossed his eyes as he bolted from Kerry to the Trauma room was located. Peter had finished saving Joey and was had him moved to a temp room. He noticed Malucci running in. Dave burst into tears when he noticed there was a bunch of bloody tools, and no gurney. Peter hesitated, but put his arms around Malucci. "Dave! He's fine!" He said. Dave looked up. "He's okay? Where the hell is he?" Dave shrieked. Peter groaned. "He's here. C'mon!" He pulled Dave with him, amazed that this brash smart ass could hold such emotion. He pulled Dave around the bend to a room, where they were currently holding Joey. Dave walked in and sat beside his son's bed. "Joseph." He whispered, taking his son's bony hand in his own. "Don't you ever do this to me again!" He said softly. "I won't daddy." Joey whispered back, squeezing his dad's hand.
5-30-01. I know, not much of a chapter ending. I'll have a better one later, but a certain devil is pressuring me to upload it, and I'll have more time to write during classes tomorrow, as I don't have any more essays due, right FLORIO? (He doesn't actually read this, but if he ever does, he'll know what I'm talking about!
Also, if anyone cares, I updated my bio and shit, so if you want to check it out, go ahead. If not, whatever. Oh yeah. The "911" part was from an episode of Titus. Titus' mom subdued her family with Myacet, a mental illness drug, and then chased the dad with a wine bottle. Check it out @ www.fox.com/titus or christophertitus.com (it's a comedy, for those who don't know that!)
And finally, I'll leave you with a quote. This one is from Carrot Top. "I'm not kickin' ass and takin' names, I'm kissin' ass and Droppin' Names!"