Party Crashers part 3: Hittin' on Chicks
by Daniel Beadle - Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Dan loosens his tie further as he leans against the wall with his martini in hand. He smirks as he directs his attention at a board looking female in a pink dress. "So... how loose are your morals?"On the other side of the ballroom, Jake shuffles his feet to the music as he pulls out a flask of Wild Turkey whiskey and dumps it into the crystal punch bowl.
"Jake!"
Jake doesn't flinch, nor does he look up as he responds. "What's up, buddy?"
D-Man walks next to him as his eyes search the room. "What the hell are you doing? Don't they have a bar here?"
"Yeah, I think it's a cash bar in the lobby area."
"So what're you doing?"
"Ah, quit bustin' my balls. I'm trying to take it easy tonight, and I don't feel like pouring in the whiskey with every glass." He takes a cup and pours some punch. The fumes tickle his nose hairs, and he sneezes into the bowl. D-Man looks appalled. "Besides..." Jake continues, "This is how you get the underage girls to loosen up a bit."
Jake picks his nose, and wipes it on D-Man's jacket. "Cheer up, will ya? You look like you're married."
Jake walks away. He snorts and sniffs, then spits a globby lungee into his jacket. He casually approaches a pair seventeen-year-old girls, one in white, the other in purple. At that exact moment, a song by Nat King Cole comes on, and Jake feels his senses dulling. He begins to speak, but his words get away from him. Before he knows it, the girl in purple walks away in a huff, and Jake is left with the blond in white.
"Yep, that's him in the suit over there," Jake points to Dan, who's clearly adjusting himself.
"Y'know, you two kinda look alike. Is he your brother or something?"
"Would that turn you on if I said 'yes'?"
"No."
"Then he's not."
"He's actually kinda cute."
"Hm. You must be really into this whole charity thing, eh?"
