Party

Normally when you wake up you spend a few minutes snuggling in the blankets before forcing yourself up. Today, you rush out of the house as quickly as possible and set your phone to silent mode.

Bob is still asleep, so you help yourself to a sandwich and watch some TV until he wakes up.

"Morning, bro. Did you spend the whole night here?" Bob's a little embarrassed.

"Nah, I took your car to get home. You don't mind, do you?" You add.

"Nah, it's all good."

You play some video games to pass the time until your friends arrive, bottle in hand. After exchanging greetings, you get to work. Bob and Mike carry the barbecue out of the basement while you and Tony prepare the meat. As you're wrapping foil around the potatoes you see Jack pulling up the drive-way with his friends, and, more importantly, with another bottle.

"That's it," Bob jokes, "No one's driving home tonight!"

You're introduced to Chad and Eric before getting back to work. Jack is the first to take his shirt off, but the rest of you follow his example, the summer heat being too much for you. After Mike gets the fire going, Bob hands everyone a cold beer to help loosen up. Jack seems to be the most eager, finishing his can before anyone else is halfway done.

He helps Bob bring out a table onto the grass while you and Tony set the plates and silverware.

Soon, the food is ready and with grumbling stomachs you all sit down to eat. In no time at all, all of the food and one of the vodkas are gone, leaving you guys in the awkward situation of having a liter of liquor without any food. As stuffed as you are, you **** yourself up and follow Tony to marinate some more meat for dinner later.

The **** really starts to kick in at night, when you guys are halfway through the second bottle, and the conversation takes a rather interesting turn.

"No, Tony here is the one who fucked Angelina. Tell us about it Tones," Bob teases.

"What's there to tell? Sex is sex - the best thing ever. Not that any of you losers would know about it."

"Hey, I've had sex," Bob says defensively, "Remember when Catheline blew me at Ronald's party?"

"That doesn't count."

"The fuck do you mean?" Bob asks incredulously.

"Blowjob's not real sex. Not to mention that it's fucking gross," Tony explains matter of factly.

"Yeah, and besides its not healthy at all," Jack jumps in.

"What do you mean? You can't get std's from oral!" You say.

"Ha! std's?" Jack laughs. "Listen, std's aren't what you need to be worried about. When you let something stick its dick down your throat, you need to pray to God an alien doesn't rip open your stomach!"

You awkwardly laugh along with everyone else, embarrassed at being caught out like that.

"I dunno about you guys, but I'm not feeling nothing." Mike says after a while. "Maybe we should go for another bottle?"

"Nah, mate, I'm feeling just fine," Bob holds out his steady hand to more laughter.

"Me too, I'm gooooood," You say.

"Fucking party poopers. What about you Tony?" Jack asks.

"I really shouldn't. I can't get any more shit from mom."

"Awww, is little Tony Wony afraid of mommy?"

"Fuck you, man."

"Guys?" Jack looks over to your new friends.

"We're working tomorrow," Eric shakes his head, answering for the two of them.

"Shit," Jack turns to Mike, "Well, we can't split another bottle by two...."

With that said, the party disperses around half an hour later. You're so drunk you need to lean on Bob just to make your way over to the drive-way and wave everyone out.

"Hey!" Bob yells after Mike as he pretends to lose control and nearly knock over the mailbox. "Fucking cocksucker," he laughs as he turns around, helping you back inside.