At 6am

It’s not that I show off if I say this, but my alcohol tolerance is high. Because I’ve drank and drank, and finally drank some more, that I’ve become immune to amounts of alcohol that would knock most people out –if a cop ever stopped me being severely drunk I’d get a life long sentence in jail-, and that is because I’ve had enough practice. It was why Macy Jones supposedly didn’t like me –lets ignore the latest happenings, okay?-, it was a hobby, a way to pass time more than to socialize or because we –mostly Yemba and I- were going through some heartbreaking moments.

So, with some fucking sun rays slapping my eyes awake, that because I found myself on the floor, with half of my body covered –or should I use the word smashed instead?- by a humongous and very pricy arm chair, and the other half by a lightly snoring Victoria, is why I can state with absolute responsibility that we seriously fucked up with the drinking. Two whiskey bottles for two people in the course of less than a couple of hours is insane.

There were construction workers inside my head pounding against the inner side of my skull, some with hammers and others drilling holes through it; I felt like my brain was going to spill out of my ears at any time. My mouth tasted like an old dirty and wet sock. But even after all that, I felt… happy.

Ladies and gentlemen, Troy Brian is happy. Mark the day.

I felt my lip tear open again at the sudden grin, and as I winced my eyes watered. Quickly I sucked it in and swallowed the blood; my brows furrowed and I mentally cursed Fitzmann for ruining my merry moment for a second. Good thing I broke his nose, huh? That brought my spirits back up. My chest started vibrating with silent laughter that after a while stopped being silent.

Groggily Victoria McBane woke up, rubbing her eyes to find me having a lonesome fit of mad laughter, of those we had last night. The events of the previous night flashed before my eyes, reflected on Victoria’s morning face –a cross between annoyed and amused-, and it made me laugh harder, until my muscles tightened and my body curled itself, and my eyes watered again. She joined in after a minute, maybe finding entertainment in the whole crazy night we shared, maybe finding my fit too fucking ridiculous that she just had to make fun of it. I didn’t know, didn’t care either. All I cared was that… I got my girl!

I think…

Feel proud Uncle Jay! And damn, I also kicked one of my school tormentor’s ass. And had quality booze, what more can I ask for? This party rocked!

When we stopped I wasn’t feeling ecstatic anymore, I felt the need to cry. I lied there, next to the girl of my dreams and a chair, blinking at the white ceiling, my ears buzzing at the absence of the noise that was a constant last night. I was exhausted, not only after the night, but at the whole week, and I hoped my Uncle wasn’t mad at me for not keeping the mourning time but coming to this crazy bash. I hoped he felt happy for me, that I finally stood up and did something for myself –and for someone else too, because saving Todd’s ass twice has to count for some good universal karma points-.

I just hoped he was proud…

“Hey,” She whispered, her hand coming in contact with my cheek. It was by that that I felt the wetness on it; she turned my face towards hers, and I was startled to see her concerned amber eyes. The sun rays coming from behind her made her look somewhat angelic. “Are you okay?”

I nodded once, twice, blinked furiously and gulped. “Yeah.” My angry hands wiped away my face harshly, and my chest suffered a spasm at the sharp pain produced by the cuts. “I’m good, I’m fine.” Yeah, I just needed to punch myself in my mind a few times. What a wimp, Troy. First you laugh and then you cry; she’s going to think you’re emotionally unstable. Which in a way, I am, anyway…

I kicked the chair away from me; it had the left half of my body completely numb. She laid her head on my shoulder. Her right hand rested right above my heart, running smooth circles over my bloodied used-to-be white shirt. With my left hand I fondled for the tie –found it- and then the Sunfire keys in my pocket –found them, whew, I won’t die by Aunt May’s hand yet-. From the corner of my eye I saw a dark bundle under her daddy’s desk and with a wry smile I recognized it to be my blazer. Now I just need to find my shades.

“You know,” Her voice made me jump. “When you first walked in… I noticed you straight away.”

My jaw slacked. “You did?” Green inquisitive eyes sought hers; which were unfortunately shut to the world.

“Dina and I did,” She smiled at my groan. Then her amber eyes blinded me with their full force. “We wondered who that gorgeous guy was, the only one with enough taste to be dressed as a Man In Black.” Her lips twitched, and so did mine; I’d have laughed if it weren’t for the fact that the Man In Black outfit was picked for a funeral that happened just a couple of hours before the party officially started.

“And here I had thought that I was off from the latest fashion of Mexican disguises.” At that she made use of her melodious laugh, only that time it wasn’t out of sexual intent, but that of joy. I closed my eyes, thinking about Mike Morello and the stupid lambada crap that his ex-bitch made him wear; I wondered where he was, and if he would hate me if he later found out I indirectly caused the harpy to make him miserable.

May she rot in hell and take Fitzmann with her.

We stood up after a while, with all the effort it took two people with hammering hangovers. In fact, and I’m ashamed to admit this, she helped me stand up, instead of the other way around. Her excuse to that happening was a mocking phrase. “You had many more drinks that I did.” It’s true; even if I’m surprised she can walk straight after approximately a bottle of whiskey on her own. Groaning like an old woman –and my joints sounding like they belonged to one- I bent to pick up my blazer, ignoring her exclamation at me being lucky –oh yeah, very luck, wee-. When I did, my shades fell out. I was glad that I hadn’t lost my most reliable pair, but kinda grumpy that I’d have to bend down again to pick them up.

That done we walked out, and the sight the greeted us was akin to a battle field. Limp bodies were sprawled all over the floor, some propped half-assedly against the walls, others half buried under other victims of their party-hard culture peers. We had to be very careful not to step on someone’s hand or other body parts, because we didn’t want to be yelled at and I definitely didn’t feel like I’d win another fist fight.

It was quite the challenging task to reach the end of the long hall and the top of the stairs, in the end I got fed up with being careful and started kicking limbs out of my path, much to Victoria’s amusement. Good thing they were sleeping like the dead and no one moved enough to bitch at me.

At the end of the stairs I easily spotted the pink leather pants dude, lying on his stomach with his ass up high and showing the crack of his ass. I slapped a hand against my forehead –wondering what went wrong with decorum and good taste-, and then I regretted it immensely. Victoria had to support me for like two minutes.

We heard a groan nearby, and our heads swivelled towards the sound. There, buried under unrecognizable forms that should be labelled as people was Todd, lifting a hand as if willing someone to pull him out. Victoria and I shared a glance, and to my annoyance a silent message was sent from her. It read Help him. With that it’d be the third time.

In the end she had to help me, because I didn’t have enough strength. What a pussy, Troy!

The nerd had bags under his eyes, enough to fit a wallaby each. My lips twitched. The three of us together like the Brady Bunch walked around the disaster that was once Victoria’s living room. I was on the look out for a shiny black, bald head and some frilly colourful things that seemed Spanish. I found none. Victoria offered to take a look at the kitchen, and I leaned against a free spot on a wall because my world was spinning round and round. Rob remained next to me, waiting, until Victoria told him who we were looking for. Recognition flooded him, and instantly he was skipping up the stairs to search. I felt kinda bad then, that he knew who we were so clearly and I only knew of his existence because of the party. Ironic, no? That I thought it could happen the same between Victoria and I, if I had the chance of talking to her. Instead so much more happened and I couldn’t begin to come to terms with it.

She came from the kitchen shaking her head in a negative way. “Didn’t find them,” Then she gave me a predatory look. “Aren’t you going to search for them?”

“Nuop.” My voice again was husky, and regretfully not because I was enjoying Victoria’s pheromones; as proof my zipper was down and quiet.

“Why not?” She asked.

“Can’t move.”

Right after that Todd skipped down the stairs, there I noticed he apparently hadn’t found his shoes after he was deprived of them by a large number of numb skulls that decided to use him as rag doll; I didn’t understand how he seemed so tired when we helped him up and how he was so chirpy then. He told us that he didn’t find them, and I told them to go outside; I’d call Yemba’s cell phone from mine, which I left inside the Sunfire, so not to have to go through Bobby’s calls about: Come back home, little brother, everybody’s waiting for you –my ass- so you can lick my balls –more likely what they’d be waiting to see-.

We stumbled out –rather, I did, they walked normally- of Victoria’s property, the two of them following me across the street towards where I parked Aunt’s car. I was relieved to find it, and also to have found Yemba Odonkor, holding a girl against him on one side and a gloomy Mike Morello on the other.

“There you are, motherfucker!” Woodcock shouted, and everybody present felt their souls rip out of their bodies by the scare. “We were waiting for you for hours!” He didn’t seem to notice I didn’t came alone, otherwise he’d have been more polite –nah, he’d have given me the teasing eye for having Victoria McBane on my arm. Take that, suckers-.

“Hello to you too, pimp daddy.” I mumbled and ignored the chuckle that came from the nerd on my side. Then, a bit louder I said, “I didn’t know you guys were here, so excuse the fuck off of me.” Yemba scowled and his girl looked plain amused.

I saw Victoria’s redhead step on my line of vision. “Sorry, what he just said in cave-man language is that we were looking for you guys but didn’t find you. We were going to give you a call from cave-man’s-” She jerked a thumb at me. “Cell phone, that is inside the car.” Good gal, I’ll give her a prezie later. One we’ll both enjoy.

“Like hell you were.” That was directed at me by Odonkor, I flipped him the bird.

Mike wasn’t looking too good, he was pale and his gelled hair looked like a transvestite wig after a long, sweaty night. He offered me a forceful, little smile that I didn’t digest for one second, but against my better judgement I found myself smiling back in the same tight lipped manner.

I saw Odonkor’s eyes blink and focus, and then even more scandalously he asked, “What the hell happened to your face?” But pointed at my blood stained shirt.

“Nothing.” I mumbled.

“He got into a fight,” I heard delight in Victoria’s voice, and I kicked a pebble on the road.

“No way!”

“Gee, thanks for giving me so many credits, Woodcock.” I snapped at him, annoyed. He all but smiled.

“And he won!” The redheaded vixen announced, sending me a grin I’d love to see for the rest of my life. From the corner of my eye I saw Todd nod rapidly; any faster and his head would fall off. That’d be funny, but alarmingly too Happy Tree Friends for reality.

“No way!”

I decided to ignore my mate and turned to his girl, as I motioned everybody to move over. “Who-” The hell. “-Are you?” I took out the keys and unlocked the car, hopped in and started the long process of taking out all the security devices Aunt May –freak extraordinaire- put inside. Everybody moved towards a door, and they seemed to respect the redhead’s position as the car owner’s companion –although the Sunfire is Aunt May’s- and let her sit in the passenger seat. I turned around and with raised eyebrows witnessed four developed adults –except for Rod… Rob, I mean- cram in the backseat of the car. Yemba’s unknown pickup on his lap, and the nerd and Mike snug tight against each other.

“Melissa Hart, nice to meet you.” She waved a refined, dark hand because it was what the lack of space allowed her to do. I keenly saw Yemba flash me his intensely bright grin accompanied with eyebrows wiggle.

“Hey,” I nodded. “Troy Brian.”

“I’m Victoria McBane, the stupid owner of the house.” Her head moved towards her home, and all except Morello and I shared a snicker or two. “That one over there,” She pointed to a meekly waving nerd. “Is Rob Roubin.”

“Hi.” He squeaked, I hid a snort under my breath –lest Victoria socks me another one on his behalf- and turned around to face the wheel.

I turned on the car and instantly the Dixie Chicks sounded from the speakers. I turned it off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Everybody was already laughing, even Morello attempted a chuckle. A groan came from poor little me, and the honk went off as my forehead hit the steering wheel. I waited until they had their fun but when I was ready to drive a wave of nausea hit me.

“Guys,” I mumbled. They kept blabbering. “Guys!” That shut them up. “I can’t drive.”

“Why not?” Woodcock asked, his strong voice making my head ache even more.

“Because I’m still drunk.” What the hell were they expecting? I can’t recover from so much drinking in so little sleeping time! As it is I’m doing all too well, and so is Victoria. There was silence for a while, until someone proposed a change of drivers.

“I’ll drive.” The first was Yemba.

“Over my dead body.” He did crash his father’s pick up truck three times on the same day. I shot him a look from the rear mirror, and he had the decency to look ashamed.

“I c-can drive.” It was Todd. We all looked at him, and he seemed to go red with all the attention. “I have a valid driver’s license.” After I begrudgingly accepted we changed places. I was the one that ended up in the back seat tight against Morello, which would have been uncomfortable before but after the night’s event was almost unbearable. You just wait until he finds out what the Jones excuse of a human said; I’ll at least lose a green eye.

I was reluctant to let someone else drive my Aunt’s car, I mean if they have an accident I’d be the one to pay the consequences, but despite my nausea and the on and off needs for vomiting I had every couple of kilometres, I can say the nerd Todd Rob knows how to drive. I’m still better, I assure you.

We ended up cluttering a booth in a small Dining of the town; when we walked in the waitress gave Rob an odd look, because of his bare feet. The sun was one blinding piece of shit by then, and the hangovers didn’t help much. I sat next to the window, with Victoria on my side, next to her was Rob, and in front of us were Mike, Yemba’s girl and the man himself. That motherfucker was grinning so widely that the sun reflected on his shiny teeth and bounced straight to my sore eyes. I cursed him like you have no idea.

We all ordered coffees, because by general concession we found out that no one could stomach food yet, be it by the still present alcohol in our stomachs or by depression –like it was Mike’s case. I’ll have to do something about him later. We need to talk, and before he kills me I’m going to set his head straight into finding a new type of girl for him-.

Someone started small talk, that of which I never include myself in, and instead I focused on how dark the coffee was compared to whiskey. I felt Victoria’s arm grab mine and her head rest against my shoulder. At the same time I was very aware of a certain best friend of mine, a dick sucker that wears original Tahitian shirts with flowers named Tiaré like a fashion statement. With my face lowered I lifted my eyes to glare at him and saw him give me a thumb up and a wink. I smirked a little a shook my head slightly, amused.

Mike seemed ready to cry at any time, and I found then that Rob was at least good for something; he was trying his best to keep the Italian guy entertained. The way Woodcock and Morello talked to him made me finally understand that Rob indeed was an ex-classmate that I never met. But then:

“You guys were so cool in school.” Rob’s voice. “Everybody admired you, you were like celebrities!”

Yemba laughed proudly, “We rocked, didn’t we, Troy?”

“Huh?” That was me, if you didn’t guess. “What the hell are you talking about? And could you lower your voices? I have a fucking pounding migraine.”

“Troy!” That slap on my arm was from Victoria. And the grunt that followed was mine, too. The giggle from Yemba’s girl.

“The one that made me laugh the most was when you guys pulled Troy’s brother’s pants down,” Rob said, and Yemba and I shared smiles. Ah, the good times… “It was hilarious! But then again, I hoped no one did that to me.” He chuckled nervously. And I allowed myself, through the headache, to flash him an evil, very promising smirk.

“Ah,” It was Yemba’s girl’s voice, we all shifted our attention towards her, but she was looking at me with a sad expression. “I’m sorry about your Uncle.”

My shoulders tensed. “Thanks.” She nodded and gave me what I think she meant to be an encouraging smile that came more like shameful.

“What Uncle?” Rob asked, blinking his large eyes behind the black frames of his thick glasses.

“Troy’s Uncle,” I tucked my tongue against my cheek and bit it hard as Woodcock spoke for me. “He passed away and yesterday was the funeral.” I heard gasps, and Victoria’s arm gripped mine tight.

She leant into me and whispered against my ear, “Why didn’t you tell me?” My head turned to her face, my expression blank; she had her lips pursed, as if scolding me for not telling her something so important. I didn’t think she’d care; it was enough pity what I received from her when I told her about my little problem with my older, fucking perfect brother. If I added that, well… Just, no. Her eyes then softened. “Was that why you were-”

“Yes.” She nodded at my sudden tighass tone; perhaps she understood that I didn’t want the others to hear I cried. I cried! I never cry; what the hell? No! It’s just not me… not me.

I sighed and shook the hot coffee, feeling like the smelliest piece of shit on Earth, like the one you step on the street and only notice when you’re in a small place like in an elevator, where the smells get concentrated and people start looking at you as if you shitted on your pants in front of them.

As the conversation changed, I’d feel the redhead’s glance on me, but I wouldn’t meet it. I feared I’d cry again. And I’d hung myself if other more people saw me cry. I didn’t even cry at the funeral, or when he exhaled his last breath. I’m not exactly a strong person, but I hate crying, and the fact that I cried that morning… it was a big deal for me. Victoria saw me cry, and I thank her for respecting it, and not teasing me or anything, but by crying I feel vulnerable, and I don’t like to put myself through that position.

I stared out the window, closing my eyelids some against the fierce sun. I wondered how angry Aunt May was. Maybe she wasn’t so, after all she had Bobby there to be the perfect nephew. Our parents must be having a blast talking shit about how disrespectful I am. But you know, between Uncle Jay and I, this is what we wanted for me.

For the first time in that morning I smiled, truly. I turned to Victoria, and observed how she talked with the others, and the smile that captured me so in high school. I wasted so many years by being a coward and not talking to her, I wasted so many years being stupid and narrow minded, scared when I shouldn’t have been. For Uncle Jay, for my sake, I wasn’t going to stand by and hope for things to happen anymore.

I rested a hand over hers, feeling my eyes move from every little corner of her skin to the other, and I prayed to the Heaven’s people above that they conceded me the grace of giving me a chance with her. Then her beautiful eyes turned to my envy-green pair, and she gave me this smile I’ll never forget. It was bright –nothing painful to the eye like Yemba’s-, but genuine and caring, before grabbing my hand and squeezing it.

Thank you, Uncle Jay! Meet you in the dark side sometime later.

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Chapter One – Scene 6 Take 3

Dancing Girl: Erm, your hand’s a bit too low

Troy: Oops! My bad (doesn’t sound sorry at all)

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Chapter One – Scene 6 Take 5

Dancing Girl (Angry): If you don’t stop lowering your hand I’ll-

Troy: Oh? (lowers hand further)

Dancing Girl (slaps him)

AG: Cut! Bloody Hell, won’t you two cooperate so we can finally move onto the second chapter?

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Chapter Two – Scene 8 Take 34

Troy (starts dancing): Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who?

Yemba (laughing): Piss off

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Chapter Two – Scene 8 Take 36

Troy: And look who we have in the house, none other than the mighty Woodcock, himself

Yemba: Pansy!

Troy: Sissy!

Yemba: Girly!

Troy: Faggy!

AG: Cut! That isn’t in the script!

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Chapter Two – Scene 8 Take 74

Yemba: How you doin’ yo?

Troy: Everything the same. Uncle Jay died this week (purses lips), today was the funeral (bursts out laughing)

Yemba: Dude, that’s too mean

AG: Cut!

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Chapter Two – Scene 9 Take 13

Troy: What’s up with the hobo look?

Yemba: What’s up with the MIB look?

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Chapter Two – Scene 10 Take 2

Troy & Yemba: Delta Nu! (giggles)

AG: Ugh… cut.

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Chapter Three – Scene 12 Take 1

Troy (opens door)

Hairy Ass Guy: Get the fuck outta here!

Troy (throws up)

AG: Cut! Err, someone bring a bucket… Uh, too late…

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Chapter Four – Scene 23 Take 7

Troy (getting out of the pool): Eek! My balls are freezing over!

Crowd (laughing)

AG: Cut!

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Chapter Four – Scene 23 Take 11

Troy (mumbles): Probably not… (feels a stare)

Rob: Those wet boxers look really good on you, you know?

Troy: CUT!

AG: That’s my line!

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Chapter Four – Scene 25 Take 2

Mike: Psst

Troy: What?

Mike: Take my shirt-

Troy: No thanks

Mike: Take it, the cold is perking you up (looks down with wide eyes)

Troy (blushes and takes shirt)

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Chapter Five – Scene 28 Take 1

Victoria: Oh my god…

Troy: What? What! Do I have something poking out?

Victoria: Oh my god!

Troy: What?

Victoria: I have boxers like that!

Troy: The hell…?

AG: Cut!

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Chapter Five – Scene 31 Take 10

Mike: How could you do this to me, Macy? I loved you Macy, I loved you!

Troy: What a bad taste

AG: Cut!

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Chapter Five – Scene 31 Take 15

Mike: How could you do this to me, Macy? I loved you Macy, I loved you!

Troy: What’s going on?

Yemba: Macy, she was- (waits to get interrupted by Mike, shifty eyes, repeats) Macy, she was- (waits again) Mike, it’s your line! (turns to Mike)

Mike (flirting with an extra girl)

Yemba: Mike!

Mike: What? Oh- Why?

AG: Cut!

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Chapter Six – Scene 34 Take 9

Victoria: Those moronic assholes, wait till I call the police; wait till I get them. Put on some clothes! You’re in public! You’d think they-

Frolicking Couple: You think this job is so easy, don’t you? That’s right, miss I’m-leading-lady. Just because you don’t have to strip yourself off your dignity you think you’re so high and mighty-

AG: CUT!

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Chapter Six – Scene 35 Take 3

Victoria: Why didn’t you tell me who you are from the beginning? Why did you hide it? Because you did hide it, I asked you and you just said No one, with that… that odd voice of yours

Troy: Odd voice?

Victoria: Yes, odd, low, deep, seductive voice of yours that makes my knees melt and my panty-hoses quiver

Troy: Really? (gleeful)

AG: No, cut!

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Chapter Six – Scene 37 Take 7

Frolicking Couple: Yes! Yes!

Troy: They brought out the big guns now, I see

Victoria: More like brought in

Troy (snorts and bursts out laughing)

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Chapter Seven – Scene 40 Take 1

Dina: And who might this be?

Troy (squeaks and runs away)

AG: Come back you scaredy-cat!

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Chapter Seven – Break

Troy: Damn it, I still haven’t gotten any

AG: You’ll have to wait for a while more

Troy: What?! I didn’t sign a contract to wait a shitload of chapters to get some action!

AG: Too bad

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Chapter Eight – Scene 43 Take 1

Troy (annoyed): I’m getting tired of saving Todd’s ass all the time

Rob: My name’s Rob, not Todd

Troy: Whatever. Where’s my fucking frapuccino!

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Chapter Eight – Scene 45 Take 12

Troy (while trying to land the final punch on Fitzmann slips and accidentally ends up kissing him): GAH! SOMEBODY SAVE ME! GAH!

Fitzmann (spits on the floor): I knew it, you were a fag!

Victoria: No!

Rob (comes in wearing a towel for cape): Somebody asked for SuperMan?

Troy (throws up again)

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Chapter Nine – Scene 51 Take 3

Troy: Thank you! YES! I’m finally gonna get some! (makes victory dance)

AG: Cut!

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Chapter Nine – Scene 52 Take 8

Victoria (giggles)

Troy (whispers sexily): You’re supposed to get in the mood

Victoria: I can’t help it, you’re tickling me!

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Chapter Nine – Scene 53 Take 1

Victoria: Troy?

Troy: Hmm?

Victoria: You stop and I kill you

Troy: What if I don’t want to stop?

Victoria: I kill you as well

Troy: Uh, okay…

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Chapter Ten – Scene 60 Take 44 (Car Scene)

Rob: Ogh, what’s that awful smell?

Melissa: I can’t believe someone had the nerve to fart in here

Victoria: That’s so disgusting!

Troy: YEMBA!

Yemba: TROY!

Troy & Yemba: It wasn’t me! It was him!

Victoria: You both are so disgusting

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Chapter Ten – Scene 63 Take 7 (Dining, Final Scene)

Everybody has their head hanging

Troy: I’m so hungover

Yemba (burps): Talk about it

Victoria: Ugh, disgusting, I tell you…

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Rob: What are you doing after the story is over?

Troy: None of your damn business!

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In almost perfect order of appearance

Troy Brian

Aunt May

Uncle Jay

Bobby Brian

Random Whore

Scrawny Kids

Rob Roubin

Mike Morello

Macy Jones

Dancing Girl

Aunt Rosalia

Victoria McBane

Yemba Odonkor

Pink Leather Pants Dude

Hairry Ass Guy

John Fitzmann

Frolicking Couple

Dina Newton

Brainless Moron #1

Brainless Moron #2

Melissa Hart

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It was incredibly fun (for some bizarre reason) to write this story. I couldn’t stop laughing while I did. Never mind the fact that I had a beer or two once writing it, maybe that could explain all the booze talk. I’d like to thank everybody who read this story, but most importantly to those that actually said something about it. To those who didn’t review fearing I’d eat them alive, you still have the chance (my teeth aren’t all that sharp either).

(Visit my LiveJournal for a more extensive blabber).

The Last Disclaimer: Several Pop Culture references in this last chapter. Sunfire, General Electric’s. Men In Black, Warner Bros’. The Brady Bunch, no idea. The Happy Tree Friends, MTV’s I think. The Dixie Chicks own themselves. That “Who let the dogs out?” song from someone. The Delta Nu scream from Legally Blonde. “Where’s my fucking frapuccino!” Said by Mike Shinoda from Linkin Park for a Collision Course song. Frappucino’s are Starbuck’s. “Somebody save me”, song from Smallville. Forgot the band name.

Until next time!

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