Scarred & Satyric Ch. 07

WARNING: This chapter contains underage drinking and drunkenness.

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The large wood door opened and standing inside the lush home was Ethan's skater friend, Ryan, dyed black hair gelled down in punk style, wearing long black shorts and a ripped gray classic rock shirt. He smiled, his lip ring shining in the early afternoon light from outside.

"Harry!" (Ethan's nickname) Ryan shouted, holding his hand out.

"Hey dude," Ethan replied.

Ethan was also a skater, a mop of blonde hair on his head and a pair bright blue eyes, wearing a plain red tee and long board shorts. They gave each other their typical handshake greeting, slapping their hands together, and sliding them apart until the tips of their fingers gripped, snapping back against their palms and fist bumping as a finisher.

"You're late," Ryan chided.

"Dude, I had five pools to clean."

"What about mine, pool boy?" Ryan replied with a raised eyebrow. Ethan sighed. "Did you eat?"

"No time."

"I got pizzas. Zoey's not here yet, but Amanda's in the kitchen."

Ethan looked down the hall past Ryan and saw Amanda, his curly-haired blonde skating friend, drinking deep into a red cup, leaning against the kitchen counter. He walked toward her, but the sound of darkwave music caught his ear. He turned to see three goths between the couch and the television in the living room, dancing slowly to the music coming from the flatscreen against the wall. There were two girls and a guy between them, all wearing tight black clothes. Ryan pushed Ethan's open mouth closed.

"It's not polite to stare," he warned. "Do you know any of them?"

"I recognize-"

"That's Morgan in the fuck-me-boots and fishnets, Erik is the hottie in the middle, and Hailey is the baddie in the Elvira dress. I'm hoping they all play together, if you know what I mean," he said with a devilish grin. Ethan's eyes went wide. Ryan laughed and his phone made a tone. He looked at the message and shrugged.

"What is it?"

"Anahita can't come. Her parents found out it was a party not a study session."

"That sucks. My dad thinks we're just playing video games and sleeping-over."

"But you are right?" Ryan asked.

"Sure."

"Good cuz, I hate cleaning up after a party."

"Same," Ethan replied. He looked back at the goths dancing, paying special attention to Hailey, who was slowly moving her ass from side to side in front of Erik while her large breasts jiggled.

"So you're into goths now?" Ryan said with an arched brow.

"They're fuckin' hot," Ethan admitted quietly.

"Dark magic. Sexual relations are one of the many dangers of witches, Mr. Pothead. Be wary," he said, shaking his finger into Ethan's face dramatically. Ethan rolled his eyes and sighed with annoyance. "Well if you think you can get through a whole conversation." Ryan shrugged. "I doubt it, but sure let's go. Which one do you like?" he asked, as if the whole thing was a huge amount of effort on his part.

"Uh..." Ethan paused, looking at Morgan first.

She was beautiful and bespectacled, wearing a tight bustier that squeezed her small breasts until nearly jutting out the top. Across her hips was a lacey layered mini skirt and along her long pale legs fishnet stockings. With her platform boot, she was taller than Erik, the masculine figure next to her. He had a spiked choker, dark eyeliner, baggy pants, skull tattoo on his shoulder, and a tight undershirt with a heavy crucifix necklace on his wide chest. On the other side, sandwiching him as they danced, was Hailey with long black hair and bangs framing her green eyes. She had a piercing in each brow, three in her lip, and four in each ear. A tight black dress with long bell cut sleeves and short hem accentuated her thick legs and prodigious backside. The deep vee in front put her large bust on prominent display.

"Hailey," he said dubiously.

"It's always the tits huh? Not Erik?" Ryan said with a sly grin. "He's so fuckin' tasty."

"Uh..," Ethan murmured, looking at the pale goth's wide shoulders. "What about Zoey though?"

"She's not here yet. And you need all the practice you can get. I told Joshy I'd get you laid."

"Why? I thought you said I was a lost-"

"Total lost cause, but you're eighteen, man. Like ancient. Do you want to be a virgin for your whole life?"

"You're still a v-"

"At least I've gotten to third base."

"Well what about that time-"

"Come on, let's go." They approached the goth trio, Ryan moving his hips to the music in a similar manner to their ethereal motion. "Hey, this is my friend Ethan," he said.

"Greetings," Erik replied with a slight head bow.

Hailey looked at Ethan intensely, with bedroom eyes, but didn't say anything.

"Good afternoon," Morgan said in a loud whisper, bending forward slightly in a curtsy. Ethan's eyes were drawn to her jutting bust.

"H-hey," he stammered.

"You go to Eros?" Erik asked.

"Y-yeah," Ethan replied.

"I've seen you before," he replied, with a Mona Lisa smile. "Right Hailey?" he asked, looking at the quiet young woman dancing next to him.

"Hailey, um," Ryan began. "Ethan was just telling me how much he likes your dress."

She looked at Ethan impassively, as if staring through him. Then she sashayed closer to him, almost floating with how she moved until she was only a few inches away.

"What do you like about it?" she said in a throaty voice.

"O-oh, uh..." he looked down at the slinky black fabric across her torso into the deep v that revealed her cleavage and swallowed hard, as his face flushed red. He looked up as she cocked her head to the side. "It's... uh... p-p-retty," he stuttered.

"That makes me happy," she said inscrutably. "I hate being happy."

"Oh, uh s-s-sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Get me something to drink."

"Ok. Y-yeah. What do you w-w-want?"

"Something sweet."

"Alyssa helped me with that mixed drink in the kitchen," Ryan explained. "It's good," he urged.

"Ok."

Ethan turned and looked across the great room, and started walking in the direction Ryan had indicated. On the kitchen counter, an island of quartzite across from the stove, there was a wide bucket with ice cold beers, a flight of cheese, crackers, nearly a dozen boxes of pizza, a bowl of corn chips, mango salsa and a tub of guacamole. Amanda was filling a red cup with pink liquid from a plastic water dispenser sitting on the edge of the island. She drank heavily and leaned back against the kitchen counter. She wore a long baggy white tee and black shorts that ended above her bruised knees. A green beanie held down her mess of long curly blonde hair.

"Hi," Ethan muttered as he approached.

"Heyy, Harry," she said with a big grin. She held out her arms and hugged him tightly, his cheeks becoming rosy red.

"I t-thought you weren't c-coming," he managed as Amanda released her embrace.

"My Dad told me to get out of the house. He said I was moping around too much," she explained with a laugh. Her expression darkened. "Olivia broke up with me." Then she downed her drink. A little dripped down her chin and into her shirt.

"S-sorry."

She waved her hand, dismissing his apology.

"I didn't think you liked alcohol," Ethan asked with surprise.

"Well Ryan said no smoking inside. And this shit isn't too bad."

"Right."

"You should have one too," she said, grabbing a full cup from the counter for herself and handing another to Ethan.

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

"Cheers dude," she said, hitting her cup against his. Liquid spilled out onto the floor. "Oops," she laughed.

"It's ok," Ethan assured her, cleaning up the puddle with a towel before drinking a sip. It tasted like bubbly lemonade.

"Do you know any of the goth kids?" she asked.

"Not really. Ryan was just introducing me. H-hailey. I'm getting a drink for Hailey."

"Ok, cool. Which one is that?"

"Uh..." he looked back towards them. While Ryan was dancing with Erik, Morgan swayed on the other side. Hailey stared daggers at Ethan and Amanda.

"I think I know which one," Amanda said, waving with a huge shit-eating grin on her face.

"I'm a little scared of her," Ethan admitted. Amanda giggled.

"You better give her what she wants. You don't want to be sacrificed to Satan," she joked. Ethan laughed, grabbing another cup that had been filled on the counter. "Good luck," Amanda said much too loudly, as he walked back towards the goths.

He held the drink out to Hailey when he was near enough. She took it gently and placed her dark painted lips to the edge. She sipped slowly.

"Mmmm," she murmured in contentment. Ethan sighed in relief. "So what is your favorite band?" she asked.

"Uh... L-less Than Jake, I guess."

"Pedestrian," she said softly.

"How about y-y-you?" he managed.

"Hapax," she replied with quiet emphasis. He showed no recognition. "Ash Code? Ritual Howls?" He shrugged and she stared with an icy glare. He held her gaze for a moment, but was too shy to sustain it. "You're a senior?" she asked. He nodded in the affirmative. "Dance with me," she suggested, moving back and beckoning him closer.

"Uh..."

Her limbs moved in slow elliptical patterns. Ethan danced in a different style, with quicker hip movements. He seemed a bit stiff, not used to the sort of music that was playing. At the end of the second song she leaned in close.

"You should stop," she said laconicly. He sheepishly acquiesced. "Well, at least you're conventionally attractive. And maybe something extra."

She bit her lower lip, her teeth pressing against one of her lip rings, and put a finger up towards his eyebrow, where his old scar hid behind his bangs, barely peaking through. He shrunk back.

"Are you scared?" she asked softly.

"Uh... n-n-no."

"You should be."

His eyes went wide as her hand slowly approached his face again.

"Ethan," he heard from behind, but didn't react. Hailey put her hand down. Again someone called his name.

"That girl is calling for you," Hailey said, pointing. He turned and saw Zoey. He quickly smoothed his hair down over his scar.

"W-w-woah," he stuttered, looking at her short shorts and salmon colored spaghetti strap top with lacey cups across her breasts, accentuating their size. They weren't as large as Hailey's, unless you factored in how petite Zoey was, the top of her head coming to few inches below Ethan's chin. Her long brown hair fell in waves across the olive complexion of her shoulders.

"You like?" she asked, moving her torso slowly side to side, giving him an eyeful. He looked away, red as a lobster. She giggled. "Who's that?"

"Oh.. uh... H-hailey, Ryan's f-friend."

"Come on, get me a drink," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen.

"Fine," Hailey said with a detached expression, and turned back towards her goth friends.

Ryan was dancing up against Erik from the back, where she had been. Erik put a hand around Ryan's hip and swayed. Hailey joined them.

Amanda still sat at the kitchen counter. She watched the interaction with Ethan and Zoey passively.

"What's this?" Zoey asked, pointing to the pink colored drink in the dispenser. Ethan shrugged. "Are you gonna get me some?" she asked coquettishly.

"S-sure," Ethan replied.

Amanda smiled broadly as Ethan filled up a drink and gave it to Zoey.

"Thanks. Aren't you drinking?" she wondered loudly.

"Uh... y-yeah." He filled his cup, took a big sip and coughed. Amanda couldn't help but laugh.

"Uh...," Zoey began, but stopped, looking towards Amanda. "Wanna go outside?" she whispered.

"U-uh, yeah, s-s-sure."

"Come on then." She walked to the sliding glass and opened the latch. Ethan followed her out.

"No pool," Ryan said firmly.

"I know," Ethan quickly replied.

They walked to the table right outside the door, Zoey sitting and patting the seat next to her. Ethan sat there nervously.

"So what took you so long to ask me to a party? My locker has been next to you all year."

"Uh... I, I don't know," he mumbled in reply.

"You're lucky you're cute," she said with a smile. Ethan looked down, flustered. When he looked up she seemed upset.

"W-w..." he could barely speak.

"Don't you like me?"

"Y-yeah."

"Why aren't you kissing me?" she asked.

"Oh.. I'm... I didn't... I didn't know that... I mean..."

She stood and went to the side of the pool, staring into the water. Ethan looked at the pretty young woman cluelessly. She looked back and sighed with desperation. He finally approached. When he was close enough she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down towards her, pushing her painted mouth up against his pillowy lips. Her tongue flicked past his teeth. He closed his eyes and moaned. She looked at him, quivering in front of her and giggled. She kissed him again, putting her hands through the hair at the back of his head and pressing him against her. Her breasts pushed against his chest when she held him close. She moved her mouth to the side, giving him small pecks briefly and then she kissed him again passionately. When she finally pulled back, her teeth tugging at his thick lower lip, she was grinning.

"How was that?" she asked.

Ethan smiled, eyes still closed, as she looked between his legs and gasped. His eyes shot open.

"Fuck, fuck," he said. "S-s-sorry." He held his hands over the tent in his shorts.

"You don't kiss much do you?" she asked sassily. He turned away, walking towards the stairs that led up to the balcony. "Just like my ex," she said softly. "Not sure if I can handle training another virgin."

"I... I'm sorry," he said again.

"Don't worry about it," she assured him.

"Y-yeah?"

"Come get me when you're done with that," she said, pointing to his boner.

He watched her go back inside. His only company was the birds. Ethan walked to the edge of the pool, in the bright sun, and looked into the shimming water. He was there for what seemed like five-minutes, his hard-on continuing to point skyward. He tentatively looked back towards the house, and seeing no one outside but himself, he walked to a tall bush near the pool, unzipped his shorts and pulled out his hard-on from his fly and started jacking off. After only half a minute he stopped, sighing with anger.

"Why can't I fuckin come? What am I doing wrong?" he muttered.

He stared back up into the clear cloudless blue sky.

"You ok?" Amanda asked, patting him on the shoulder.

"Shit!" he swore, nearly jumping up a foot into the air.

"What's wrong dude?" she wondered with legitimate concern.

"Uh, nothing, nothing," he said quickly, ensuring he was facing away from her view.

"Why won't you look at me?" she asked.

"I-... umm... just don't... d-don't come over here," he warned.

"Uh, ok. Why?" she said with a laugh. "What are you hiding?" She tried turning him around.

"No. No. Don't."

"Zoey came back inside. She looks amazing, dude. Did something bad happen? You wanna talk about it?"

"No. No, no, never talk. I mean... I just w-want to be alone right now."

"Ok, fine. Don't stay out all day. Get drunk with me, dude. I'm starting to feel really good."

"O-ok, I will."

The door closed behind Amanda with a click as she left. He sighed and sat down. His hard-on finally went away about a minute later. He breathed deeply and then stood, shoving his dick back into his shorts and zipping up.

"How am I going to fucking survive senior year?" he said to himself.

Walking towards the house, he picked up his drink from the outside table, slamming it all down his throat, only a few drops dribbling down his chin. He went inside with a look of renewed confidence that was instantly shattered when he saw Zoey talking to Amanda, his blonde friend laughing at whatever Zoey had to say. Ethan nervously started walking past the two young women to avoid them, but the brunette turned to face Ethan when he was at arms length.

"Oh hi Ethan," she said.

"H-h-hey Zoey. What were y-"

"She was suggesting we should have some fun," Amanda said with a grin, biting her lower lip and bouncing her eyebrows up. "All three of us." Ethan's eyes went wide.

"Uh-"

"Wanna?" Amanda suggested, pointing to a stacked column of colored blocks on the dining room table, on the right, past the kitchen. "If you knock it over you have to finish your drink."

"Oh," Ethan said with relief. "I don't think that-"

Amanda immediately started walking to the table. Her gait was a bit wobbly, looking like the drinking had finally gotten to her. All the chairs in the dining room were set against the wall to make it easier to approach the tower of blocks. Standing at the table was an overweight brunette with a denim jacket over plain black clothing. She took a big sip and set down her drink on the table.

"You ready?" she asked.

"Alyssa, hey," Ethan said.

"Sup, Harry. When'd you get here?"

"Oh... I was just outside."

"You wanna play too? You can pull first."

"I don't know..."

"Usually the youngest goes first," Emmanuel said from the kitchen. He approached the group around the table.

"Hey dude," Amanda said. "Boyfriend Joshy sure is missing the fun huh?"

"Hey Manda. He sure is. But it's fine, more fun for me."

She held out her hand to do their typical handshake, but she screwed it up, being a bit slow with the hand movements.

"Girl, are you drunk?" Emmanuel asked. She only laughed. "Hi Harry," Emmanuel said, holding the blonde's shoulder briefly.

"You just got here?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah. So for the game... Who's the youngest? You just turned eighteen, right? Are you the oldest?"

"I'm eighteen too," Amanda replied.

"And me," Zoey admitted. "Since last month."

"I turned seventeen last month," Alyssa said. "Anyone else younger?" She looked around. Everyone else shook their heads. "Ok, my turn then."

Ethan watched closely as she used her fingers to test the looseness of the blocks. She finally decided on a white colored one near the middle and pressed it out gently with her forefinger. She set it on the top, perpendicular to the blocks below it. "Easy. Who's next?" She looked around the table. Besides her there was Zoey, Emmanuel, Ethan, and Amanda.

"Next youngest," Emmanuel said. "Is that me?" he asked, placing his hand on his chest. "Everyone else is eighteen, yeah?" The others nodded.

Alyssa and a few others sat down while, Emmanuel walked up and found a loose black block. He pulled it out and was about to put it on top, but then stopped.

"There's something written on it," he said.

"What's it say?" Alyssa asked curiously.

"Would you rather be dominant... or submissive?" Emmanuel's brow furrowed. "What kind of game is this?"

"Spicy huh?" Ryan said flamboyantly, walking from the living room towards them. "My uncle got me this Truth or Dare Block game for my birthday a few years ago."

"Your uncle?" Alyssa said dubiously.

"He's not creepy, just clueless," he explained. "He's never even played truth or dare. He just knows I like games."

"Next," Emmanuel said.

"You're not done," Ryan countered. "You have to answer the question."

"Oh right."

"Yeah, there are white blocks without words, red blocks are dares, and black blocks are truths. So... answer the question." He grinned broadly.

"Would I rather be dominant or submissive? Submissive," he answered with a small grin.

"Yeah, I'm sure Josh would agree," Ryan said with a nod and a smile. "Who's next?"

"Actually you," Alyssa said. "Your birthday is just a month before mine. You should have gone before him."

"Ok." Ryan walked up and chose a white block to move. "Woah." The tower wobbled precariously for a moment but came to rest safely before he placed his block on top next to the other. "Next."

"It's your turn," Emmanuel said to the messy-haired blonde skater.

Ethan found a very loose white block he carefully removed and placed on top, making a new layer before sitting down.

"Am I next or?" Amanda wondered out loud.

"My birthday is June 27th 2000," Zoey said.

"I'm March."

"Ok me then," Zoey replied.

She found a block near the bottom and moved it to the top next to the one Ethan had just placed. Amanda went next as the oldest. Then they continued a couple more rounds without anything remarkable. On the fourth round during Amanda's turn, she removed a red block and read the text aloud.

"Kiss the person on your left."

Amanda looked back to Zoey who had been sitting to her left. The brunette's mouth smiled slightly at the exclamations from Alyssa and Ryan egging the girls on. Zoey stood and walked up to the curly haired blonde. Zoey was about half a foot shorter than Amanda, so she looked up into her face as they pressed their plush lips together. It wasn't a simple peck. Their mouths lingered, kissing again and again.

"You gonna let anyone else go?" Ryan said.

Alyssa hit him with her elbow. It was Zoey who finally pulled back after about a minute of making out.

"Wow," Alyssa muttered.

"I think I'm pregnant," Amanda said with a grin.

Ryan and Alyssa guffawed. Ethan had wide eyes and shifted in his chair. The young women looked at each other, smiled briefly and then went back to their seats. Ethan tried to catch Amanda's eye, but she looked shyly down towards her hands, her smile slowly fading.

"We gotta play this game more often," Alyssa said as she stood up for her turn.

She found a white block after a little probing, putting it on a new row of blocks on top. Ryan went next. He was barely able to pull out a white block from near the middle. The tower moved a bit to the side when he put it on top. When Emmanuel went he looked all over, but couldn't find a loose white block. He took one from near the bottom, tight enough that adjacent blocks shifted when it was removed.

"It's gonna fall," Ryan said.

The tower listed back and forth for a few seconds before Emmanuel placed the block on top.

"Sorry Harry," Emmanuel said.

The bashful blonde stood and tested the white blocks, but all seemed rather tight. He pushed a red block tentatively that was very loose.

"No," Ethan said softly.

"Just a little dare," Ryan said in a taunting manner.

Ethan tried a normal block again and the entire tower quaked.

"Fuck," Ethan swore.

"What happens if it tips over?" Alyssa asked.

"You have to finish your whole drink," Zoey said.

"Fuck it," Ethan said with irritation. He pushed the white block out of the center and it started moving like an earthquake.

"It's over," Ryan said.

"No, it's good," Ethan said, desperately trying to keep it upright with both hands.

"You can't touch it again," Emmanuel warned.

It didn't make a difference, the tower fell, causing blocks to tumble across the table and even onto the floor.

"Fuck," Ethan swore.

"Finish your drink dude," Alyssa chided giddily.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Everyone started chanting.

"I already finished mine earlier," he said softly.

Ryan passed him another drink. Ethan looked down at the pink liquid with a shake of his head. Then he put the drink to his lips. Ryan pushed up the cup and Ethan began gulping. His friend tipped the drink back completely, a sizable portion spilling over the front of his shirt. Ethan sputtered and coughed after finishing as much as he could.

"Fuck dude," he complained angrily.

"Good job man," Ryan said. He put his mouth near Ethan's ear. "Zoey paying attention to you now huh?" Ethan looked at Zoey tentatively. She smiled at him broadly. Ryan spread his arms. "Everyone wanna play again?" he asked loudly.

There were a few cheers and nods all around.

"Help me stack them," Ryan told Ethan. They quickly stacked up the blocks three by three to make the tower. "Make sure the words aren't showing. Supposed to be a surprise."

After fully stacking the blocks, the two skaters sat down and Zoey took their place at the table. She easily took a white block from near the bottom and placed it on top. They went around five times without any consequence until no more loose white blocks remained. On Emmanuel's turn he pulled out a red block.

"Ok, let's see," he said, turning it over to find the text. He read it silently to himself.

"What's it say man?" Ryan wondered out loud.

"It says, sit on the lap of the person to your left, until your next turn."

"Oh," Ryan said. "Uh..." Everyone turned to where Emmanuel had been sitting. No one was on his left, but then they all looked to the other side of the room, where Ethan was sitting in the chair on the left.

"What?" the blonde asked cluelessly.

Emmanuel walked up to Ethan, standing above him. The latino was average built, but almost half a foot taller than the blonde skater.

"Sorry Harry," he said, and turned to the side as he sat down on Ethan's lap.

"Oh... uh... ok," Ethan said with a laugh.

Emmanuel folded his hands and set them on his knees. Ryan chuckled gleefully. When Ethan looked at Amanda, she too was grinning. But she hid her face in her cup, sipping deeply.

"Who's next?" Alyssa wondered.

"Oh... um," Emmanuel turned to Ethan. "Sorry it's you."

He stood up, so Ethan could get to the tower. Ethan felt for a loose white block, but couldn't find one. Finally he pulled out a black block. He read it quietly.

"What?" Alyssa and Ryan asked in unison.

"Which famous person do you have a crush on and why?" he said.

"I know... I know. Lady Gaga," Ryan said with a guffaw.

"Shutup Ryan. Hmm... uh... probably. Umm... I guess A-alex- Alexandra Dad-Daddario."

"Who?" Zoey shrugged.

"She's an actress," Amanda said, holding her hands out in front of her chest. "Huge ta-tas."

Zoey laughed, a grin spreading across her lips.

Ethan sat next to Amanda, but almost missed the seat.

"You ok?" Zoey asked him dubiously.

"Uh y-y-yeah. Guess I'm a little buzzed," he admitted. Emmanuel sat back on the blonde skater's lap.

"Next," Ryan said.

"Back to me," Zoey said, standing up and eagerly approaching the tower.

She managed to get out a white block. On Amanda's turn she felt around the tower a few times, giggling manicly.

"Come on, stop stalling," Ryan warned.

"Fine," Amanda said as if Ryan was spoiling her fun. Her hands were a bit unsure, but she got lucky, the block she removed didn't cause the tower to fall. She placed it on top and clapped loudly on the table. The tower quaked.

"Careful you could still fail," Ryan warned.

Amanda flipped Ryan the bird as the tower came to rest. He stuck his tongue out in response. Next was Alyssa. She too found a white block without much issue. On Ryan's turn, he felt all around, and found a loose black block. He shrugged and pulled it out of the tower.

"Describe your first kiss," he said. "Hmm." He laughed, laying the block on the top of the tower. "Well it was years ago. I must have been thirteen. I remember kissing this guy when I was still wearing dresses and stuff. He was licking my cheeks and shit. He was a freak."

"Who?" Alyssa asked.

"James Cooper. You know him?"

"Him?" Alyssa said with surprise. "I never would have guessed. I thought he was straight edge."

"He was a perv," Ryan said with a slow dismissive shake of his head. "Ok, Manny."

Emmanuel found a white block several layers down to remove and place on top.

"Harry," Emmanuel said, nodding to Ethan and then going to the other side to sit.

Ethan stood, and searched desperately for a loose white block but couldn't find anything.

"Gonna drink again," Ryan said with a laugh.

Ethan found a very loose red block. He pulled it out and closed his eyes as if praying.

"Come on, read it man. We ain't got all day," Ryan barked. Ethan looked down at the text and said softly-

"Remove an item of clothing."

"Nice," Ryan replied.

"Huh?" Amanda asked, putting her hand to her ear.

"I don't have to, right? Or how about my shoes?" Ethan wondered.

"No. No shoes," Zoey said, standing up, as if Ethan's suggestion was against her religion.

"What is it?" Amanda asked.

"He's supposed to take off a piece of clothing," Zoey explained.

"Can we stop?" he asked, backing up towards the living room.

Zoey knelt down near Amanda's ear and whispered-

"Help me with his shirt, yeah?" she suggested.

"Ok," Amanda agreed, standing unsteadily.

As Ethan tried to escape, Ryan blocked his egress, standing with arms outstretched. Then the two young women got on either side of him. They held on to the hem of his alcohol soaked shirt and although he struggled, Amanda, a bit too aggressive in her fervor to pull off the shirt, accidentally shoved his face.

"Ow my eye," he said, wincing.

While he was briefly stunned, they pulled the tee up and over his head, but Amanda fell back against the table when Zoey let go of the tee, being too short to take it up completely over his head. His shirt flew back and landed on top of the tower, which tilted precariously.

"Wooo!" Zoey shouted, feeling along Ethan's well-defined abs that were no longer hidden.

He was frozen in shock, until Ryan pushed him towards the dance floor with Zoey eagerly grabbing his hand and pulling him along. Ethan didn't notice Amanda standing up, using the table for support and the tower of blocks toppling over a second later. Ryan, laughing, came back to the table.

"You knock it over, you drink," he said.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" The few remaining players at the table chanted.

"Fuckin' unfair," Amanda swore. "You owe me, Harry!" she shouted. Ethan looked her way, a questioning expression on his face. She smiled, lifting her red cup as if toasting him and tipped the entire pink mixed drink back, gulping it all down. Ethan smiled at Amanda, until Zoey called his name. He turned towards her, seeing the attractive brunette beckon him closer.

The music had changed to something a bit more rock than goth, and Ethan moved smoothly to the bass as Zoey danced with him. She grinned from ear to ear, her hands moving to his waist, and often feeling against the hard flesh of his well-defined abs and chest as he danced. He seemed in the zone, not paying much attention to Zoey as they moved their feet. It was just the two of them dancing to the music with Emanuelle off to the side, swaying near the speaker. They danced to half a dozen songs, but then the goth Hailey changed the music to a gothic darkwave style. Her fellow goths stood up from the couch and began dancing again. Zoey and Ethan slowed, dancing from side to side gently.

"You're a really good dancer," Zoey whispered into his ear.

Ethan breathed deeply looking down into her light brown eyes. Their dancing slowed to a stop. She pursed her lips, closing her eyes as if expecting a kiss, before Hailey bumped her.

"I apologize," Hailey said flatly. Zoey sighed

"You want to take a break?" she asked Ethan, putting her hand to his shoulder. He nodded. He followed her to the kitchen. "How about some pizza?" She grabbed a slice of pepperoni on a paper plate and handed it to him.

"Th-thanks." He ate silently.

"You work out a lot?" she asked, nibbling on a slice of cheese pie as she stared at the muscles of his abs and curly hairs leading into his shorts, her hunger seemingly not sated by the food they were consuming.

"N-not really," he replied. He finished one slice and began another.

"Mmmhhmm," she said, her finger almost involuntarily tracing down his chest to his hard stomach.

"Uh... I g-gotta pee," he announced.

"Ok. Hurry back."

He left his half finished food on the kitchen counter and walked off down the hall towards the foyer of the house. He entered the guest bathroom and shut the door with a flick of his wrist, pushing up the toilet seat and unzipping his pants. He pulled out his penis and immediately began pissing in the toilet bowl. He sighed and closed his eyes, his stream continuing for over a minute, without any indication of letting up. He didn't notice someone else entering the room until he heard feet shifting on the floor. Ethan looked up with wide eyes at Amanda standing there without her beanie, hair wild, dancing back and forth.

"Ethan... why? Why didn't you- lock the door? Shiiit, are, are-, can you move I reallly. I gotta go. I can't make it upstairs."

He couldn't say a word.

"Hurry hurry," she urged, looking at his pissing penis while she danced. "I'm gonna pee my pants."

As he finished and before he could shake free the last few drops, she pushed past him, unbuckling her shorts quickly and dropping them to the floor. She set down the toilet seat and sat down on it unceremoniously. Her eyes were half closed as she looked towards him with a grin, the sound of her urine, loud into the toilet water.

"So much better," she said with a relaxed sigh. Her eyes were focused on his penis, the pink tip and the girth that stemmed from his light brown pubic hair. His cock didn't have the more common large angry veins most guys had, it was nearly completely smooth. She bit her lip gently as his breath quickened and he began shoving himself back into his shorts. When he was done, he began washing his hands.

"What happened to your shirt??" she wondered, pointing at his torso, beaded with sweat after the intense dancing in the living room.

"Uh- you took it off."

"Oh yeah," she said with a laugh. "You got a pretty dick you know?" she said with a giggle.

"Oh-"

"I know it's weird... thing to... to hear, but I, I had a boyfriend once. I liked doing it for him." She was muttering drunkenly. He quickly dried his hands but as he turned to go, he couldn't seem to move any farther. He looked down and saw her grabbing the top of his shorts. He looked over to her cocked smile. "I kind- miss it when he and I split, cuz I came out. But his- wasn't as pretty. Yours looks perfect. You know?" She licked her lips. "Can I see it again?"

"Uh... uh," he stammered. He was frozen. She pulled him closer. He didn't resist.

"Sshhh... Hhharry, Harry? Just real quick? Ok?" she asked. He looked at her blankly. "Ok," she giggled.

He looked wide eyed as she began pulling out his penis. Her hand went to the base of his dick and gripped it firmly. He quickly became turgid in her hand. She gently pulled the foreskin back beneath the pink head. His cock curved gently towards his torso, long and firm. From his piss-hole, sticky fluid oozed. Ethan looked at the ceiling, closing his eyes and then back at her face.

"Beautiful. Let me give it a little kiss." She gently pressed her lips to the pre-cum, sucking it into her mouth. "Mmmm... What about your nuts?" She wondered, tugging at his boxers. She pulled them half down, revealing a scar on his quadriceps, but Ethan quickly tugged them back up. His balls, covered in curly light brown hair, were pressed firmly against his turgid member while he held tightly onto the waistband of his board shorts. "They want a kiss too?" she asked, giggling. While she kissed his balls, his dick leaked pre-cum into her curly blonde locks. He closed his eyes, feeling like he could erupt at any moment, even though she had been touching him for less than a minute.

"Is anyone? Shit-" came a voice from the door.

Ethan looked to the threshold of the bathroom door, where Zoey stood, staring at them with shock.

"I- I," he stuttered.

"Oh hey," Amanda said. "Umm... sssorry I... did you want to go first?"

She pushed the tip of his dick towards Zoey, as if politely offering him to the brunette to fellate. With an irritated expression, Zoey closed the door.

"Uh... sorry," Amanda said. "Shit, that was... you like that girl right? I think I fucked it up for you."

"It... it's.. it's... fine," Ethan managed.

"You sure?"

He nodded.

"Ok." She leaned back against the toilet and closed her eyes. She was very quiet for a minute, as if suddenly asleep.

"Uh, Manda?" Ethan asked.

"H.. hmm?" Her eyes flit open.

"Amanda are you-"

She gagged and flipped around like a flash as vomit spewed forth from her lips and into the toilet.

"Oh shit," he gasped.

She spat again. Ethan pulled her loose strands of hair back gently out of the toilet bowl and behind her head as she continued to barf. Ethan was by her side for nearly a half hour, holding her hair dutifully as she purged her stomach contents. When she was finally done, she closed her eyes and lay on the toilet seat like a pillow. He stuffed his flaccid genitals back into his shorts and helped her pull up her own. There was a knock at the door.

"M-manda?" Ethan asked.

"Huh? Uh..."

"I think s-someone else wants to use the bathroom." He helped her up, flushed and then opened the door.

"Oh, Emmanuel, s-sorry about the bathroom. Manda got... sick."

"Shit, she ok?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"Get her some water," Emmanuel suggested.

"Ok."

"Feel better, girlie," Emmanuel said as he sympathetically patted her shoulder.

Ethan took her to an empty bed in a spare room where she laid down heavily on the duvet cover.

"I- I'll get something for you to drink."

"No more," she moaned weakly.

"J-just water," he assured the sickly pale blonde.

When he went back to the living room, he found his shirt on a pile of blocks on the table in the living room. He put it back on, noticing Zoey was nowhere in sight. Ryan was dancing with Erik, but looking over and seeing Ethan go off towards the bedroom asked-

"What's up with Manda?"

"She threw up," Ethan said.

"I think she had drunk three before you even came. Then she downed that last one when she knocked over the blocks."

"What's in that drink anyway?"

"Pink panty dropper? Lemonade, cheap beer, and cheaper vodka."

"Shit."

Ethan went back with water, but she could only drink a little at a time. He sat next to her on the bed for a couple hours, filling her water and helping her walk to the bathroom. She was dozing fitfully on the bed, when the back of her shorts began shaking, causing her to briefly wake. After pulling her phone out of her pocket, she was able to unlock it but closed her eyes and lay back on the bed, the phone dropping from her grasp. Ethan picked it up and saw a text from her dad.

{Ready to come home yet?}

Ethan walked out to the great room where the party was dying down. Ethan caught Emmanuel as he was leaving, giving him a hug goodbye. The goths were sitting at the dining room table eating pizza, the blocks still toppled across from when Amanda knocked them over. Ethan grabbed a slice of Hawaiian, chewing quickly and walking up to Ryan who was sitting on the couch with Alyssa.

"Sup man?" Ryan asked. "Still hungry huh?"

"Dude, what should we do?" Ethan asked, showing Ryan the text from Amanda's father. Alyssa looked over his shoulder.

"She's fucked man," Ryan said simply.

"No she's not," Alyssa countered. "Text back, she's having dinner here. She should sober up by then."

"What about c-coffee?" Ethan suggested.

"That's a fucking myth man," Ryan replied, handing the phone back.

"Water and ibuprofen," Alyssa suggested.

"Ok." Ethan sat next to them, hopeful, but when he started texting, his hope waned. He frowned and sighed.

"Want some help?" Alyssa asked.

"Please."

Ethan gave her the phone and she quickly typed out a message and handed it back.

"Just click send."

"Thanks Aly."

"No problem."

"There should be some headache meds in the cabinet of that bathroom," Ryan said, pointing down the hall.

"Thanks dude."

Ethan went back to the room and saw Amanda trying to get up. He set down her phone on the bed and took her arm.

"Hey, hey where are you going?"

"I... I gotta pee."

"Let me help you."

He walked her to the bathroom ensuring she was able to lower her pants and pee. Then he helped her back to the bed.

"Thanks Harry," Amanda said softly. "What time is it?"

Ethan tapped his phone.

"Like three thirty."

"Fuck," she lamented, "my dad."

"He texted. W-w-we-"

"What?" She hurriedly grabbed her phone.

"We replied."

"Huh? Who replied?"

"Ryan and Alyssa helped me. He'll pick you up after dinner."

"Ok cool." She sat up, and held her head, finally laying back. "Shit I'm still so drunk."

"Let me get you some ibuprofen and some water."

When he came back she opened her eyes and drank the pill down.

"Thanks Harry." She rolled onto her side and pulled the comforter over her body. Ethan sat next to her, closing his eyes. About half an hour later she was muttering in her sleep.

"No, Olivia. I'm sorry."

She rolled over, her hair tangled across her head. He pushed her curly locks behind her ears and out of her face. He smiled and closed his eyes again, laying next to her as he drifted off to sleep in the late afternoon.