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The Story of the Wolverines

I couldn't remember what happened last night when I got up from off the floor. I felt dizzy and my stomach jumping in all directions. Oh yeah, I remember now. I had an empty bottle in my hand and literally a dozen of others surrounding my feet. When I walked into the bathroom and took a stare into the mirror, all I saw were bloodshot eyes and a few lipstick smears all over my neck. Turning back into the bedroom I found a good looking girl sleeping almost half naked in bed. I got my pair of pants on and walked into the hallway.

"Jesus..."

Random guys and girls were scattered everywhere; sleeping one on top of the other and the smell of liquor on their breath. I felt a headache forming and I stepped on plastic plates and foam cups when I started making my way to the stairs. I heard more people snoring downstairs than I heard up here, and it looked terrible though down there. One guy had half his body behind the couch and another was smiling in his sleep. What a weirdo. I walked around looking for her, and there she was, sitting at the table with an empty bottle of Zombie Bacardi in one hand and a bag of Cheetos in the other.

"Jess get up."

I smacked her on the head

"Wha? - drooling all over- "What I missed?"

"It's Saturday; eleven o' clock at that."

"Jesus... Mom's not gonna be home anytime soon."

"Hmmm."

I sat next to her and to my surprise found an untouched bag of Lay's in the center of the table. I opened it and ate a few chips before speaking again.

"That was some fucking party, huh?" Jess asked me, her head in her hands.

"Some party," I agreed with her, "Haven't done anything like this in years."

"It feels good to be like this again."

"You know it."

Eating a few more chips, I stopped and looked back upstairs, seeing a shadow walk by.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm wondering if she got up already."

"Who?"

"Some random chick I slept with last night."

"Oh. Drunk and sexual... your specialty."

"Yeah but I rather leave the booze out next time you feel me?"

"Damn straight I do. You fucked her on my bed didn't you?"

It was a statement rather than a question. There was a pause and a loud crunch.

"Yup, you sure enough did," Jess said.

"At least it wasn't your Mom's room. You would have been fucked."

"No not really. I just wouldn't give a shit. Just want me and my partner right here."

She held up the Zombie Bacardi bottle then ate a chip. I chuckled a little. Then I heard something squeaking, then rattling, and finally a few yells and moan. Jess looked at me and I did the same.

"I think that's your Mom's room," I laughed silently.

"As long as they don't mess my momma's bed sheets then we don't have a problem. But if they do... somebody's gonna die today."