By the end of the night, Two-bit and I had drank more than half the bar. We were more giggly than two hyenas. We had the whole bar singing along to Jailhouse Rock by none other than Elvis Presley. Two bit and I were now stumbling home. We finally reached the Curtis house. It was near 1 in the morning on a Tuesday night. Somewhere along the way, we both lost our shoes but that was the least of our worries.
Two-bit pushed open the screen door as we harmonized the last note of Blue Suede Shoes. Inside were 7 boys. Two looked about 15, three looked 16 or 17 while one looked the oldest, about 20. The all turned to look at us. Specifically me in my snug jeans and short top. Both of us burst out laughing. The oldest one put down the paper he was holding and walked over to us. My arm was around Two-bits shoulder and his around my waist. With my beer in one hand I stuck out my other to shake the older boys.
"Officer Beer bottle hear with *hiccup* Elvis Presley here." Two-bit looked at me, but soon proceeded to fall on the floor laughing. I joined him a minute later. The older boy stared at us stone-faced, hand still out. I licked my hand and reached up and shook his.
"How do you do?" I spoke in a British accent. Two-bit was now gasping for air. Everyone was still staring us while we were having the time of our lives on the scratchy carpet floor.
"C'mon Sheriff and Elvis. Lets get you in bed." The big one spoke up. His voice was deep and kind. He sounded tired. Not even. Exhausted. We both got up. He pulled away our beer bottles despite our loud protests. When the older boy finally got us down, we stayed there, to tired to do anything else. The older boy motioned for everyone else to go to sleep in the other rooms, with doors, while we were in the living room on the pullout couch. Two-bit and I were still laughing our heads off until he fell asleep. I was too drunk to even think how weird this situation was. I, a 19 year old girl, was sleeping on a pullout couch, drunk, with a guy I just met, in a house full of boys. It could only get weirder from there, I guess....
A/N: so not an official meeting of the gang, but its a start! Guess you'll have to wait till morning to see what happens.
