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Dally ran down the hall, actually, more like stumbled due to the fact that his mind was racing and pounding furiously at the same time. Two-Bit was sitting in the kitchen, shoving mounds of chocolate cake in his face.

Two-Bit thought that Dally was about to rip the refrigerator door open because he opened it so fiercely, removing a can of ginger ale. He popped two aspirin and swallowed them down with a swig of soda before collapsing onto a chair with a thud.

"Jesus, what the fuck happened to you?" Two-Bit questioned.

At first Dally didn't really answer, only taking more frequent sips from the can. "Goddamnit," Dally mumbled.

Two-Bit knew this hung-over routine. "You got too much to drink, eh?"

Dally gave a slight nod, unintentionally proving to Two-Bit that what he'd mentioned was only half of the problem.

Two-Bit laughed. "You got a girl too, didn't you?"

Dally growled to himself, taking another sip.

"Oh shit, that bad?" Two-Bit asked, hoisting himself next to the sink.

Dally didn't know if his brother was talking about the actual sex or just the girl, so he just stayed quiet.

"Who?" Two-Bit insisted.

Dally had to gulp and contemplate the consequences before admitting, "Meghan."

Two-Bit fell to one side and couldn't control his hysterical laughter. Between guffaws he managed to blurt out, "Meghan? Jackie's-sister-Meghan? Meghan Foster? You fucking slept with fat-ass-Foster!"

"Shut the fuck up! Goddamn, it was bad enough looking at her fat naked ass this morning without you rubbing it in, fucker!"

"So what was Jabba the Hut like in bed, Dally? Eeky-weeky Dally dick!" Two-Bit laughed even harder at his own joke.

"Shut the fuck up!" Dally hollered, infuriated.

"So, let me get this straight," Two-Bit said, his laughter subsiding. "You, Mr. 'I-want-a-chick-with-tits-big-enough-to-fit-in-a-wine-glass' boned Meghan, notorious for having no boobs whatsoever? I thought fat-ass chicks were supposed to have big-ass boobs- what the fuck happened to her? Then again, do those hideous folds count as boobs? I don't know Dally, you tell me."

Dally slammed his can on the table, causing some to spit out the opening and the bottom to crush slightly. "I swear to fucking God, Two-Bit, that-"

"What's wrong?" Pony asked as he entered the kitchen and the heat of the conversation.

Dally was about to say, "Nothing," but Two-Bit beat him in saying, "Dally fucked Meghan last night!"

Ponyboy stared at Dally, stunned. "Jackie's sister Meghan?"

Two-Bit laughed and nodded.

Dally just took another long sip of ginger ale.

"She seems cool. She's real nice to me and Jackie. I was the one who invited her to the party."

If dirty looks were knives, Dally was stabbing Ponyboy to death. "Are you fucking kidding? You did this?"

"You were the one who took her to your bed, dumb fuck," Two-Bit countered.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me," Dally said, his head now in his hands.

"Well what's the problem?" Ponyboy asked.

"She's fat as fuck!" Two-Bit yelled.

All Darry heard was the last bit of the loud sentence, so a powerful voice came bellowing from the living room, "WATCH- YOUR- LANGUAGE!"

Ponyboy immediately got ticked. "No she ain't! She's not like obese or something! She's just not like the skinny-ass girls you're used to boning every night!"

Dally didn't want to make it worse by mentioning the fact that he'd seen bowls of chocolate, strawberries, and whipped cream littering the floor beside a pair of handcuffs, a bottle of lubricant, and a whip. He didn't dare bring up the strange idea that he felt he'd liked it. But what the hell- he'd been drunk. He'd probably pretended she was Pam Anderson or someone- at least someone with BOOBS.

Dally couldn't deal with much more conversation. "I'm done with this shit. Either of you tell anybody about this, I'll slice your ass and serve you up, you hear me?"

Two-Bit rolled his eyes and continued playing with his baseball. The fun was now over. "Whatever. Samantha's coming over later and giving Sawyer a ride here, okay?"

Two-Bit only heard Dally mumble but could assume he gave a short reply of "Whatever" as well.

Pony sat down with a bowl of cereal, and, not paying attention, accidentally poured orange juice into it rather than milk. He was just concentrating on whether or not the fact that one of his friends had been a total asshole would compromise Ponyboy's relationship with Jackie.

Dally hurried back into his room where Meghan was still lying on his bed, only beginning to wake up. "Hey, Dally."

He didn't respond. He only was beginning to pick up the bowls of confections like cream, chocolate sauce, and honey off of the floor.

"What's wrong?" she asked, covering herself from her collarbone down with the bed sheet for modesty's sake.

He stood up and looked at her, disgusted. "Shut up, whore. Get up, get dressed, and get out."