I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

Chapter 42- I Wani Have A Good Time With Friends And Family

May 13th 201M B.C 2028 (Late Evening)

"What in the hell are they doing?"

Damien crossed his arms and smirked as he watched his best friend and brother, Inco, currently have a bald head showdown with the other only bald head man as to who has been bald the longest. Both of them were a bit tipsy now after having chugged a good portion of whiskey at the bar that was in the center of the bowling alley lanes.

Damien turned to his side and looked at Naser, who was completely confused. Naser had a grin on his face, though. It was funny to see Anon pointing at his bald head and then shouting at another bald man about how he was bald longer than him. "I think the dumbasses are having a 'Balding Off' to see who's been the baldest. I don't get it, but it's funny to see. Let's get closer and see how this shit escalates into a cataclysmic event."

The two slightly tipsy idiots were pointing at their heads and shouting practically complete nonsense. Their slurred words were sometimes incomprehensible to really pick up, but it was a sight to see and just take in. Anon was the most drunk out of the two of them, though. Anon could barely stand up on his two legs without stumbling.

Inco had a sense of his surroundings, somewhat, and understood what was going on, but right now the buzz was overtaking him. The whispering of the alcoholic buzz was something he had never felt before; this was his first time being remotely drunk, so this was expected. Damien stood by to make sure they didn't escalate over the friendly banter that they had grown accustomed to.

Alex and Naser let out a gasp when Anon fell backwards. Naser had to go down and help his brother-in-law so he wouldn't just lie down there and make his home on the floor. Ripley brought his hand back to his face and stroked the growing pain that was spreading across his head. This idiot was really testing his patience. Scratch that, these IDIOTS, plural, were really making him want to just go home and rethink life.

Why was he in a family with this idiot of a man child now? Why did Lucy ever agree to marry this buffoon?

Damien placed his arm around his brother's shoulder and nervously chuckled. "Yo, Inky, are you okay, dude? You look like you want to barf; you need me to direct you to the bathrooms."

Inco shook his head and put up his hand as a protest. "No, I think I'm fine, just a bit woozy right now." Inco's world was spinning, but right now things looked to be a bit brighter than usual, which made him slightly uncomfortable due to his sensitive eyes. Inco pointed to the empty spot that was right next to the bowling ball return area. "Just set me right down there, please."

Damien nodded his head and helped Inco down onto the bench. Damien had to help Inco up when he almost fell down on his side. He gently patted his shoulder and took a step back while placing his hands on his hips. "Just stay out of trouble, K? I don't want you to return home to Olivia, and she wonders why her husband is out of commission. I don't want to be yelled at again like last time."

Inco couldn't help but let out a soft, slightly painful chuckle due to his stomach now being completely against him. Damien was probably referring to the time that Inco Vinny himself and Randy went to a pro-league hockey game to see them compete. Somehow, unluckily, the puck was sent flying up and over the protective glass barrier, ricocheted off a beam, and sent directly into the side of Inco's head.

Damien would have been laughing if Inco wasn't bleeding and knocked out cold from the velocity that the puck was traveling at. Fortunately for the shaded human man, he didn't suffer any brain injury other than the one he already supposedly had when he was dropped on the head as a child. He could never tell if that was true; his mother was a cruel woman and often said despicable terrible things, so he didn't know if she said that to make him feel bad or if it was even true.