Rusty didn't know what to wear to the party. He stared in the mirror, nothing looking right.
Kyle called him. "I'm about to head out. I'll be there in 20."
Rusty sighed and kept staring.
Bobby noticed the door ajar and knocked. "You alright in there."
"I can't figure out what to wear." Bobby was not a fashionista.
"Sharon, Rusty needs you." Good luck.
Sharon came over. "Having trouble figuring out what to wear."
"It's that obvious."
Sharon went through his closet. She picked out his leather jacket, a pair of dickies and a green shirt.
Rusty looked the outfit over. "Not bad. Thanks."
"Don't stay out too late," Sharon cautioned.
"I know."
Kyle arrived and Rusty was just getting his shoes on.
"Ready to go?" Kyle appeared at his door, looking perfect, the plaid shirt brought out his eyes, the slacks were clearly tailored.
Rusty nodded. Kyle kissed him and proceeded outward.
"Have fun boys," Sharon called as they left.
They got into the car. "I'm surprised she let you go to an open house party."
"She thinks we're going to the movies."
"Gotcha!" They drove off, heading into unchartered territory.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sharon asked Bobby.
"Not at all, but what can I say?"
Sharon sighed. This was going to be quite the dinner.
They got to the restaurant.
Bobby gave their name to the host, and he said they would be seated when the rest of the party arrived. Moments later, a blonde came strolling into the restaurant. Her dark-haired lover behind her.
"Sharon, you look nice." Brenda greeted them.
"As opposed to how I normally look?"
"Your clothes are always nice, but your work outfits are a little stuffy. This outfit is fun."
"I do have fun, Brenda."
"Allegedly."
Fritz chuckled. These two were too much.
The host seated them and handed them the drinks menu.
"Ooh! They have mead," Sharon noticed. "Would anyone be interested in sharing a bottle?"
"Me!" the Johnsons said in unison.
They started with mead, Fritz a cranberry juice.
They looked at the menu.
"I want schnitzel," Brenda decided.
"You always get schnitzel," Bobby ribbed.
"Why would I not?"
"There's plenty of good German dishes," Sharon added.
"Wie dumm," Brenda answered. "Ich liebe Schnitzel"
Fritz shook his head. This was going to be a comical evening.
Bobby went for a second glass of mead. Brenda was quick to follow. Sharon was still on her first.
The waiter came to take their orders.
"I would like the trout," Sharon started. "And may I get asparagus on the side."
"Of course."
"Schnitzel for me please," Brenda ordered. "And a side of pomme frites and can I get an aioli sauce with them."
"Of course."
"Always the aioli sauce." Bobby rolled his eyes
"Shut your trap."
Fritz ordered the short ribs, and Bobby got curry-wurst.
"Can I get a beer?"
"What would you like, Sir?"
"Can I get the Paulaner please?"
"And can I get a Black Forest?"
"What's a Black Forrest?" Sharon never heard of this drink.
"Vodka, apple juice, orange liqueur, blackberry liqueur and raspberry as a garnish." Brenda knew her drinks, family trait.
"Anything for you, madam."
"No thanks," Sharon responded. She had no interest in getting too drunk. She started to drink her water.
Bobby told the group that Charlie got into UCLA for the spring.
"How wonderful," Brenda commented. "I can't wait."
"She's apparently a biology expert."
"How's Rusty doing in school?"
"He's doing fine. He's doing well in math. He's making friends."
"That's nice. It's great that he has a home now." Brenda was glad to see that Rusty was adjusting. It must have been so hard for him, knowing his mother would just steal LAPD's money and run away from him.
The waiter came with bread. Brenda and Bobby wanted the same roll.
"Give it up Brenda."
"No way." They got into a staring contest. Fritz cut the roll in half. Brenda promptly took both pieces.
"Hey!"
"You snooze, you lose."
Bobby pouted.
"Can't you try being nice?" Fritz gave her a look.
"Well, alright." Brenda gave him one half. Bobby tried to snatch the other one, but Brenda was too quick.
"You two are terrible," Sharon told them.
They buttered their bread and began to eat.
Fritz and Sharon got bread when it was safe.
"Bread and beer, Food of the Gods!" Bobby proclaimed.
"Are these the Gods that bless your kegs?" Brenda snickered.
"The very same!" He continued to drink.
The waiter walked by. Sharon asked for more sourdough bread so the siblings wouldn't bicker, not that they didn't bicker about other things.
"I hear you used to call Sharon the Wicked Witch!"
"I did not."
"You didn't, Chief."
"No. I always preferred Darth Raydor."
Fritz laughed. "Every time, it gets me."
Sharon shook her head. "Darth Raydor, really."
"You have to admit, pretty catchy, and it makes Bobby the queen." Brenda was having fun with this. "Also, Sharon would be voiced by James Earl Jones."
Sharon sighed. "She poured more wine."
"Be careful, you don't want to drink too much. You might get drunk." Brenda cautioned.
"I can handle my drinks just fine."
"Sure you can," Brenda snickered.
Sharon gave her a look. It's on Bitch!
The waiter came back with more bread, and their dinners.
Brenda took a big bite out of her schnitzel. "Delicious!"
Bobby stole some of the sauce from his sister's plate.
"You wish you had gotten the sauce. It's the best."
"This short ribs are excellent," Fritz commented.
Brenda fed him some schnitzel with her fork.
"Tasty." He gave her a smooch.
"Yuck!" said Bobby. "They're always kissing."
"You do live in their apartment," Sharon commented.
"Don't remind me."
"Oh Hush!" Brenda kissed Fritz again.
"You just did that to gross me out."
"So! You've been grossing me out my whole life."
"Have not!" Although Bobby knew it was true.
"Do you have any Christmas plans, Sharon?"
"I usually go away with my family, but no one wanted to go skiing this year. They're coming here. My daughter is bringing her beau." Sharon blushed. She hadn't talked to Bobby about Christmas yet. She wanted him to join her family.
"She can meet Charlie. Maybe they can be friends." Brenda beamed.
"That would be nice," Bobby agreed. "What are you doing for Thanksgiving?"
"Visiting Dad in Florida."
Fritz sighed.
"Oh you hush!"
"Clay wants us all to stay in the house."
"Jr. has 3 kids. How is that going to work?"
"It's not," Fritz answered. "Can we please stay in a hotel?"
"I would rather do that, but Dad will be upset. Why don't you want to stay with the family. Why are you hiding in that hotel. Why can't you spend more time with dear old Dad?" Brenda did her father's voice perfectly.
Everyone laughed.
"It will only be a few days. I will make it worth your while." Their eyes locked, and they kissed.
"Yuck!" Bobby commented.
Sharon ordered a Manhattan. Bobby got another beer.
The waiter brought dessert menus. Brenda got the chocolate cake and an Irish coffee. Sharon and Bobby shared the ice cream. Fritz got the cheese plate and coffee.
They started chatting about music. Brenda and Bobby arguing over who was better, The Doors or Velvet Underground. It wasn't a surprise that Brenda liked Jim Morrison and Bobby preferred Nico.
Sharon enjoyed the buzz from the whiskey. She hummed to herself.
Open House
Kyle drove past the house. "You past it," Rusty told him.
"I know." Kyle parked around the corner. He didn't want to be in front of the house in case anything went down. He also wanted to kiss Rusty.
Rusty returned the kiss. Kyle's hands slipped to Rusty's ass and groped him. "I could take you right here."
"Let's go inside first. Maybe we should do it inside."
They headed to the party.
Candice opened the door, surprised to see Rusty with such an attractive man. "Rusty, who's your friend?"
"This is Kyle."
"Hi Kyle." She looked him up and down. He looked like sex on legs.
They went inside. The living room looked normal.
"Everyone's in the basement," she told them.
The boys went downstairs to be confronted by the smell of cheap beer and sweaty teens.
A group of kids were playing spin the bottle. Another group was doing a keg stand.
Kyle went for the freezer. "The best booze is always there," he said. Kyle discovered a bottle of gin and started to pour a drink.
"You don't want one," Rusty said.
"I have to drive." Kyle gave Rusty the gin and tonic.
Rusty sipped it. "Not bad."
Kyle poured himself some water, and they headed in the back where people were playing pool.
Kyle surveyed the scene. There were four people playing. One was pretty good, two were decent and one was crap.
"Wanna play winner," one guy asked.
"Sure."
Rusty whispered to Kyle. "I don't know how to play."
"I got this." Kyle slipped an arm around Rusty.
The game ended pretty fast. Kyle set up the next round.
The other team broke the rack. Kyle hit in a shot quickly. He went for a second one.
"Beginner's luck," they said.
One boy went and almost got a scratch.
Next, it was Rusty's turn. Kyle guided his hands and showed him how to hit the ball. "Just stay steady," he said into Rusty's ear.
Rusty hit the ball. It didn't go in, but it blocked a pocket.
"Crap!" he said.
"Not a problem. They can't use that pocket now."
Rusty had no idea why that mattered.
The other guy hit a ball in but then he scratched.
Kyle's turn again. Another shot. He hit again.
They went back and forth. Rusty started to get the hang of it.
Kyle pointed at a pocket and hit the 8 ball. "Game over."
"You're pretty good."
Rusty got another drink. When he came back, he noticed another room in the basement. Kyle followed his gaze, and they went to check it out. They went inside and saw some girls giggling.
"What are you doing?"
"Ever do a whippit?"
"A what?"
The girl held a whip cream maker and inhaled the gas. She held it in her mouth and started giggling.
"It's laughing gas," Kyle whispered into his ear.
The boys sat down. Rusty tried one. "It was a weird feeling."
Kyle went next. They went through a box.
"Did you boys bring anything to the party?"
Rusty shook his head. Kyle fixed a joint from his pocket. "Let's take this outside."
They went to the backyard and lit it up. The girls all thought Kyle was wicked hot.
"You got a girlfriend."
"Alas, I am taken." He pinched Rusty's butt.
The girls headed inside. Rusty and Kyle sat on the swings. It was dark. They swang for a while, talking about everything under the sun. Rusty reached out to Kyle and found his erection. He smiled and got down on his knees. He sucked Kyle outside, hardly the first time he had outdoor sex.
Kyle just shot into Rusty's mouth when they heard a sound. Kyle zipped up his pants and Rusty went back onto his swing. A group of teens came outside, holding a bong.
"Who's out there?" They asked.
"It's just Rusty, and Kyle."
The girls saw Kyle and giggled. You want to join.
The group sat down and started to smoke. One kid took out some pills.
"Anyone want to try some 2-CB?"
"What is that?" Rusty had no idea what it was.
"It's a phenethylamine."
"That meant nothing to Rusty."
"It's like MDMA or mescaline. Tryptamines are like LSD, mushrooms, etc."
"So what does it do?"
"It makes you see shit." One guy said gruffly.
"How much?" Kyle asked.
"$10."
"How much is in each pill."
"They're all 25mg."
Rusty whispered in his ear. "You want to take that?"
"Not today."
"Can I buy 4?"
"That might kill you."
"Not for today. I prefer the daytime."
"Fine with me."
Kyle and the boy traded. Kyle hid the pills in a pen case. Kyle packed the next bowl, and they continued smoking.
They went back inside. The girls reappeared and asked the boys if they wanted to do more whippits. Kyle lead Rusty down to the basement, and they found their secret room. They went through another box. The nitrous was much more fun once they were high. Kyle inhaled and breathed the nitrous into Rusty's mouth. They embraced, without a care that they had company.
The girls giggled. The boys made a cute couple.
Kyle heard a loud noise from inside the basement. Rusty wanted to check it out. Kyle said, "let's go."
Rusty looked at him, and they past the brawling crowd to Kyle's car. They got in and drove to another neighborhood. Kyle stopped the car.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not ready to drive. I just wanted to get out of there."
"You don't like fights."
"I don't care who fights. I don't like things that attract cops, especially not when I'm carrying."
Rusty couldn't argue with that. They climbed into the backseat and started to fool around.
The house was a mess. Beer was everywhere. Teens had been fucking in a closet. The neighbors called in a noise complaint. The cops slowly made their way there. Some kids bounced. Other kids kept brawling. Everyone tried to hide when the cops got there. Everyone except for one couple that was fucking in the bathtub upstairs. They didn't hear a thing. Kids ran left and right. The cops rounded them all up and started checking for signs of intoxication. There was the smell booze, weed and broken furniture all over the place.
Kyle got Rusty's pants off. He decided to top Rusty and put on a condom.
Rusty straddled Kyle's lap and began to ride. They went slow and easy both of them enjoying the slowing effect the weed had on them.