After getting the directions from Randall at the end of the day, you hung around for a little while and decided to shoot the shit before heading home. He of course continued to mock you about your 'date with Bryce', but this time you weren't going to take it lying down, teasing him in return about 'making out' with Mr. Hanson - which soon shut him up. Having had ample time to process everything over the last few days, you realized that you'd been somewhat overreacting with your jealously towards Hanson. Just because the two of them got on well and he was a guy, didn't mean he was suddenly replacing you. Heck, if that were the case, you'd already replaced Randall every time you hung out with Sean during weightlifting class. Besides, according to him, they had only really spoken briefly since their date during recess in the teachers lounge, and his birthday night out was apparently going to be an all girl affair (with Miss. Wells and Miss. Esposita determined to get him absolutely wasted).
"Good luck then," you told him as you parted, wishing him a jokey 'happy birthday' and telling him you'd see him sometime tomorrow - hopefully not too hungover.
The following morning you awoke pretty psyched about what lay ahead - having not only a day of goofing around with your best friend to look forward to, but also (with any luck) actual sex with Allison later on in the evening. You also didn't have to worry about getting your mom's permission to head over to Randall's, what with him having phoned her a couple of days earlier, just as you'd planned, asking if you could come over this weekend to help around the house. She of course said yes, seemingly rather pleased that you actually had something to do with your weekends other than "lazing around all day"...as she constantly accused you of doing. Not that it all went exactly to plan however, what with her wanting to drive you there herself - presumably so that she could snoop around his house and possibly keep an eye on you while she did, much to your frustration.
Thankfully your dad stepped in and dissuaded her of this, telling her to "give the boy a break, Jen. I'm pretty sure he can find his own way there. Besides, didn't you promise me we'd spend some quality time together while the kids were out?"
"I did didn't I?" she grumbled, finally relenting. "Oh okay then. Just don't be a nuisance or anything while you're over there, and be back before dark!"
"Will do," you smiled, giving her a peck on the cheek and quickly headed for the door, quietly thanking your father as you went. In return, he shot you a wink, before continuing to distracting your mother while you made your escape.
Once outside, you grabbed your bike from the garage and took a quick look over the address Randall had given you, before heading on your way, eager to see how this weekend would play out, as well as find out how his birthday night out with the girls had gone.
Arriving at Randall's new place about twenty or so minutes later (it being not quite as far from yours as his apartment had been), you had to admit, you were pretty impressed. It reminded you a lot of your own house, only slightly smaller and slightly older looking, with a nicely sized lawn, as well as a small garage for his girly pink car. Truly he had done quite well for himself with this upgrade - it looking to be, from the outside at least, about three times the size of Miss. Card's former apartment.
Way to go, dude, you thought as you pulled up into the driveway and leaned your bike up against the side of the house, taking a moment or two to look around.
On closer inspection it did seem that Randall was right about it needing a little work - the lawn having obviously not been cut for a while, there being a few areas of faded paint here and there, as well as a couple of windows in **** need of a clean. Hopefully that can wait a while though, you said to yourself as you walked up to the front door and gave it a knock, wanting to have some fun first before you had to get stuck into the actual chores you'd agreed to do. About a minutes later, after worrying that perhaps he wasn't even awake yet, Randall eventually opened the door, looking a little worse for wear from last nights activities. "Hey, Tim. How you doing?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and brushing his long hair out of his face, indicating that he was indeed not long up.
"A lot better than you by the looks of things," you smiled, looking him up and down, Randall having opted for a less than flattering grey hoody and a pair of pink sweat pants, rather than Miss. Card's usual, curve accentuating wear. "Good night was it?"
"To be honest...I have absolutely no idea," he said, beckoning you into the house, Miss. Wells and Miss. Esposita's plan having seemingly worked. "The whole thing is like one giant blur. Christ knows what the hell I was drinking, but it was bright pink, and blue, and orange and all the fucking colors of the rainbow!"
You couldn't help but laugh as you pictured Randall's multicolored cocktail, having your doubts however about his lack of memory. "You seriously can't remember anything?"
"Well, sure, I can remember some stuff. But mostly just from earlier on in the night. The later part is totally fuzzy. Hell, I don't even remember getting back here!"
This on the other hand wasn't all that surprising - having had first hand experience of escorting an extremely drunken Randall/Miss. Card back to his apartment last week after an evening of boozing.
"Speaking of which..." you told him as he then led you into a rather spacious and cosy looking living room, "This is a pretty sweet place you got here."
"Yeah, it's not bad, is it?" Randall grinned, clearly very proud. "Grab a seat. You want a drink or something?"
Heading over to the very same large red sofa that had been in Miss. Card's apartment, you took a load off and replied, "Sure. You got anything bright pink?" watching as his face rather comically distorted.
"Ugh. Seriously dude, don't! I've been drinking nothing but water for the last hour just trying to get the taste of that shit out of my mouth!"
Chuckling at this and changing your answer to soda, Randall then plodded off towards the kitchen to fetch the drinks, while you surveyed his new abode - recognizing a few more pieces of furniture, photos and memento from his old place, as well as a few new things he'd obviously picked out at the furniture store with Mrs. Walsh.
Returning a moment later with a Dr. Pepper for you and a glass of water for himself, he then planted himself down on the armchair opposite and let out a relieved little groan. "You're lucky you weren't here an hour ago when I first woke up," he told you, indicating that his hangover was getting slightly better, "I was puking everywhere!"
Thanking him (sarcastically) for the mental picture, Randall then suddenly remembered something and quickly fished his iPhone out of his pocket. "Check this out," he said, leaning forward to show you a photo of a very drunk looking Miss. Card in a darkened night club, clinging onto Miss. Esposita for dear life. "Amanda text me this this morning. It's from last night - but fuck me if I can remember when!"
"Jesus..." was your reaction, not only because of how completely out of it he looked, but also because of how he was dressed - this outfit putting the one he'd worn on his date with Mr. Hanson completely to shame! There he stood with Miss. Card's glorious dark red hair pinned up in a sexy, yet sophisticated style, with makeup to match, while her incredible curvaceous body was literally exploding out of a slinky green dress, showcasing fully the tops of her massive breasts and her long supple legs.
"I know. Look at the fucking state of me!" Randall laughed, pointing out some random guy who had edged his way into the shot and was staring directly at his chest, "And fuck knows who that dude is!"
"Probably just some random perv," you suggested, surprised that there wasn't even more ogling eyes in the photo - Miss. Card's body looking absolutely stunning. "I mean, look at that dress dude. You're kind of letting everything hang out there."
"It is pretty hot, isn't it?" he agreed, chuckling away again. "Carla got me it, as a birthday present. She said it's not a birthday night out unless your wearing a slinky little party dress. I wasn't so convinced, but then we started doing shots while we were getting ready and I just kind of went with it."
"Those two women sound pretty dangerous."
"You're telling me! They seemed so proper and straight laced back when I was a guy, but now that I'm a woman, it's like they morphed into two entirely different people. Drinking, dancing and talking about dudes and clothes is pretty much all they ever want to do!"
No wonder he had such a good time with Mr. Hanson, you thought to yourself, figuring it was all starting to make a lot more sense. As attractive as Miss. Wells and Miss. Esposita were, if this was really what they were like all the time then you'd be glad for any and all male company you could get!
Putting his phone away again and with little else really to tell you (other than the occasional, rather vague recollection), you decided to give him a break from all the questions for the moment, being curious to see a little more of his new digs.
"Sure, no problem," he said, after you asked him for the grand tour, pulling himself up off his chair, "I'll quickly show you round casa de Randall then we can crack out the XBox if you want. Unless of course you're eager to get started on those chores..."
"Nah, that's okay. Lets just save that till later okay?" you told him, following after him through the door, watching as a teasing little smirk slowly crept its way across his face.
"I suppose. I am a fair employer after all. But don't forget, you're totally my bitch now Timmy-boy!"
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