The Boys! B

Running like a mad man Luke jumped swinging his arm up, and landed, putting Michael in a headlock from behind.

"So how about that Losers party?"

Flipping through his phone, and waving down Teammates who were not yet willing to dive head long into Mysterious Promises of the Cheerleaders, Luke smiled at himself as he eyed over the loud mouthed group he'd collected.

It was there usual spot behind Dot and Max Convince, a bit highschoolery he know! Honestly though, after they'd got some fresh hot pizzas from Mr. Harold, and the music blaring, who cared!

Perched up on the brick wall that made the alley, Luke cheered on from the side lines as guys started a game of keep up, while claiming the DJs crown.

The future is bulletproof!

The aftermath is secondary

It's time to do it now and do it loud

Killjoys, make some noise!

"I've told you boys to keep the racket down back here how many times?"

Turning the dial down, Luke smiled at the friendly middle aged man who was leaning out the back service entrance of Dot and Max.

"Come on Mr. Harold, we know you were a head banger back in the day."

Laughs range out as images ran through people's head, trying to match the straight laced man now dressed in a Shop Clerk's Clothes to a Metal Head Musician in a leather jacket.

"Exactly! So don't get married!"

Mr. Herald shuck his head pushing a tarped cart down the service ramp towards them. "So tell me? Are we celebrating or mourning? Because I see some pretty sore faces in the mix."

"They can't help it Max, some of them got a bad stick right out the gate! You know what I mean?" Luke followed the finger of the Wing Men who was pointing right at Micheal, perched on the wall as well.

Mr. Herald evaluated Luke's friend for a moment as he stopped right underneath where they sat, not saying a word. Thick mustache curled up by wax made a stark symbol for wisdom as the sun shown off the man's reflective bald head.

"Well I'll tell ya, I'm in the same boat as all you." He moved a hand to the tarp which hid the contents of his cart, eyes not leaving Micheal. "So I thought I'd might as well join ya in some fun, considering the situation."

Then, all the young mens' eyes bulged as cart's tarp was flicked to the side. "A little treat, on me of course!"

"Is that beer?!" The comment range out.

Mr. Herald smiled, grabbing a bottle from one of the cases and popping the top off with a lighter like it was second nature. "No son, it's cold beer."

All there mouths watered mulling the situation over in there heads.

Luke's voice range out from the wall. "But we're not 25 yet..."

"Hahahaha!"

Loud and guttural the middle aged man laughed at the younger generation before him.

Young men these day...

Turning left to right in a comedic fashion, Mr. Herald lifted his free hand infront of his face as if holding a spyglass as to inspect the empty alley.

"I don't see anyone who will tell on you? Besides boy, this is a special occasion considering what's going on for all of us."

Thud!

Michael jumped down from the wall. "He's right! Ugh! I'm just tired of today!"

Luke watched in suprise as beers got handed out. Young men begging to be taught there Wiseman's lighter trick. It was such a odd thing he'd never thought of before. His mother wasn't much of a drinker.

"Come on son! You too!"

Hands jerking fast, Luke caught his first beer mid air as Mr. Herald laughed up at it. Gently, almost perfect toss mixed with foam spilling out from the open bottles next made it all the more tantalizing.

"And turn that back up!"

Smile back on Luke's face he cranked up that dial.

Why the hell not!

Buzz Buzz

As the music raged and the good time rolled, Luke glanced down at who texted him.

MOM: Where are you? It is getting late.

Luke brought up a his phone and snapped a photo of the back alley with some of his friends still going at keep me up. Beer safely out of frame.

Photo Sent

MOM: You boys better not be distributing Mrs. and Mr. Herald to much. I'm getting supper ready to, so don't fill up to much on Pizza either.

Luke chuckled at him mom's comment. It surprised him how well she know him sometimes.

Glancing up, he took in the sight of his friends and teammates having a good time.

Some very red faced!

The cart containing several cases of beer almost empty.

Micheal was even smiling, chatting up Mr. Herald.

LUKE: I won't be to much longer.