Mike met Steve and Brian outside the house with the same car.
"You guys ready for the party?"
"Shit, this is gonna be great," said Steve. He was pounding with energy and except for that nervous thought about the drugs earlier, he was ready to have himself a blast and get blind drunk.
Speeding down the road, the three of them started honking at some chicks, making crude comments and then laughing it of.
They hopped out of the car as they got to the house. They could already hear the music from all the way down the street. "You think they're gonna have some drinks there? I mean last time they had some trouble with the cops for that." "It don't matter. I loaded up on some. It's in the back trunk."
Nearing the house they saw Curtis' gang chilling outside the house. They fetched out their blades and came slowly towards them. In the drunk state that Curtis and his guys were in, they didn't even notice them until they were almost face to face with them. "You ready for some serious fun?" laughed Mike, flicking his blade open.
Finally acknowledging their presence Curtis spat, "What're you doin down here? This ain't your turf scum."
"We coming to have some fun." Then adding with a grin, Mike said, "Plus we coming to teach you to respect your superiors." A vicious, hungry look crossed his face. He didn't have the rep of being the toughest guy and leader of the gang for no reason and Curtis was suddenly about to see that.
"Look you wanna fight? Then do it right. We ain't got no blades. It'll be skin fight this night," muttered Curtis gaining nodding agreement from his friends backing him up.
They started inching closer and it was completely quiet until Mike took a sudden leap on Curtis. Then the fight began. They hadn't known, but it seemed that the whole party was suddenly watching them. Steve grabbed at Curtis' guy. He got in a few good punches until the guy slugged him in his eye. He started swearing feverently. It was three on four but who cared, they were whopping them anyways. Steve had let go of his guy and grabbed at a guy who had been doubling up on Mike. He gave him a few punches. He was aware unconsciously of Brian beating the other guy. He knew Mike had got Curtis pretty good even though the guy was three times as big as Mike. Mike got of Curtis and growled quietly, "I think we're done here."
Steve and Brian got up slowly. They had just started high-fiving each other and slappin their back when a howl peirced the air. Mike was there first, examining the deep stab wound running along Steve's leg. Curtis' guy had pulled a blade on him.
"Shit." Then his voice filled with pain, Steve said, "It sure does hurt like hell."
Weakly limping, he fell on the ground. Blood started pooling around him and he glanced at Mike and Brian trying to keep the fear and pain out of his voice. "Yo man. I can't walk. like this."
"Shush man, you gonna be alright," said Mike quietly, his eyes focused on him. Steve felt reassured by Mike's presence and care.
"Yeah, we're gonna get you home," added Brian. They helped him limp to the car and Mike drove off like a bullet. Then quietly carrying him, they laid him on the bed. By that time he had slipped off into an unconscious state.
"Shit, this is gonna be great," said Steve. He was pounding with energy and except for that nervous thought about the drugs earlier, he was ready to have himself a blast and get blind drunk.
Speeding down the road, the three of them started honking at some chicks, making crude comments and then laughing it of.
They hopped out of the car as they got to the house. They could already hear the music from all the way down the street. "You think they're gonna have some drinks there? I mean last time they had some trouble with the cops for that." "It don't matter. I loaded up on some. It's in the back trunk."
Nearing the house they saw Curtis' gang chilling outside the house. They fetched out their blades and came slowly towards them. In the drunk state that Curtis and his guys were in, they didn't even notice them until they were almost face to face with them. "You ready for some serious fun?" laughed Mike, flicking his blade open.
Finally acknowledging their presence Curtis spat, "What're you doin down here? This ain't your turf scum."
"We coming to have some fun." Then adding with a grin, Mike said, "Plus we coming to teach you to respect your superiors." A vicious, hungry look crossed his face. He didn't have the rep of being the toughest guy and leader of the gang for no reason and Curtis was suddenly about to see that.
"Look you wanna fight? Then do it right. We ain't got no blades. It'll be skin fight this night," muttered Curtis gaining nodding agreement from his friends backing him up.
They started inching closer and it was completely quiet until Mike took a sudden leap on Curtis. Then the fight began. They hadn't known, but it seemed that the whole party was suddenly watching them. Steve grabbed at Curtis' guy. He got in a few good punches until the guy slugged him in his eye. He started swearing feverently. It was three on four but who cared, they were whopping them anyways. Steve had let go of his guy and grabbed at a guy who had been doubling up on Mike. He gave him a few punches. He was aware unconsciously of Brian beating the other guy. He knew Mike had got Curtis pretty good even though the guy was three times as big as Mike. Mike got of Curtis and growled quietly, "I think we're done here."
Steve and Brian got up slowly. They had just started high-fiving each other and slappin their back when a howl peirced the air. Mike was there first, examining the deep stab wound running along Steve's leg. Curtis' guy had pulled a blade on him.
"Shit." Then his voice filled with pain, Steve said, "It sure does hurt like hell."
Weakly limping, he fell on the ground. Blood started pooling around him and he glanced at Mike and Brian trying to keep the fear and pain out of his voice. "Yo man. I can't walk. like this."
"Shush man, you gonna be alright," said Mike quietly, his eyes focused on him. Steve felt reassured by Mike's presence and care.
"Yeah, we're gonna get you home," added Brian. They helped him limp to the car and Mike drove off like a bullet. Then quietly carrying him, they laid him on the bed. By that time he had slipped off into an unconscious state.