*Sorry I haven't updated in a while!  I've been busy!*

"Tell me again why he's drunk?" Susan asked Xanda as they spoke on the phone. "Nick is drunk because he got shot down. You should have seen it, Suse! AJ's still laughing. She just totally lead him on to the point where he was sporting some wood if ya know what I mean." "I know what you mean and I'm getting a visual! Damn, why did he have to be so young?" Susan laughed as she sat in her favorite chair, curled up listening to Xanda and the guys while they were still on tour. "Anyway, like I was saying...wait, what was I saying?" Xanda giggled. It occurred to Susan that Xanda was a little tipsy as well. "You were talking about Nick's dick if I remember correctly." Susan reminded her. "Oh yeah, how could I forget about Nick's dick?" Xanda laughed again. "Hey!" AJ yelled defensively from across the hotel room where he was playing a drinking game with Nick. "Don't worry, babe. I will NEVER forget your dick! It may not be as large as Nick's but it can probably do things Nick will never learn!" Xanda replied as she held up a shot glass in salute to AJ who was sitting with a smug and satisfying grin. "Thank you, baby."

"Whoa! 'It may not be as large as Nicks'? Xanda, don't guys get defensive when you tell them that their dick is smaller than another guys? Especially when that guy with the smaller dick is your boyfriend!?" Susan laughed into the phone. Xanda shrugged, "Everyone and their mother knows how well endowed Nick is. He salutes the crowd almost nightly. Anyway, these guys don't get defensive about their dicks when compared with Nick's. They just accept it as fact and move on; but you always have to compliment their dick or else their feelings get hurt." Xanda hurriedly explained. "Remind me to never talk about their dicks with you." Susan smiled. Xanda was sharing more than enough information than Susan cared to know.

"Okay, now finish your story about Nick getting turned down. This doesn't happen very often and I want to remember all the details." Susan begged. "Okay, I was talking about Nick's dick, right? Yeah, Nick's dick. So, anyway Nick and this chick were totally getting hot and heavy. I mean, they were in the back of the bar giggling, drinking, and feeling each other up. Finally she whispers something in his ear and they get up to leave. So, AJ and I had nothing better to do..." "Nothing better to do? You two are doomed if you have nothing better to do, on your day off, on a FRIDAY NIGHT!" Susan shouted into the phone. "We are rooming with HOWIE!" Xanda reminded her. "Yeah, I guess you would call that a show stopper. Okay, we gotta stop digressing or this story will never be told. You were saying something about not having anything to do..." She said to jog Xanda's memory. "Right...so we had nothing better to do and decided to follow them. Well, we followed them to her room. We were around the corner watching them and they were at the door basically stripping each others clothes off. Before you know it, there's Nick in only his boxers sucking that hoe's neck while she's trying to open her door. She whispers for Nick to give her his clothes so she can carry them inside and ya know Nick, he gets pussy whipped pretty easily so he obliges but his wallet fell out. He didn't notice,though, cause he wanted some ass. Fuck the wallet! It's a four star hotel; no one's gonna steal it cause if they can afford to stay there then they don't need money; they have their own..." Susan exhaled deeply. "XANDA! You're digressing again." Xanda giggled loudly, "okay, okay. So, she starts backing into her room slowly with Nick stuck to her neck like an octopus but she pushes him off of her! And, get this! She tells him she has an early flight and needs her sleep and shuts the door. Then she calls him a few names and tells him 'that's what you get for fucking me in New York and leaving!'"

"I think AJ pissed his pants! He had to run to the elevator as fast as his scrawny legs would carry him cause he needed to use the bathroom." Xanda laughed.   "Oh my god!" Susan shouted as she laughed hysterically. "But I'm not done!! I waited for Nick to realize what had happened. He started pounding on her door and pleading with her to let him have his clothes back. She told him 'eat me' and he yelled back when he realized that he wasn't gonna get his clothes back, 'If I remember correctly, I already did. Now give me my damned clothes back!' but she wouldn't so he left...walking casually down the hall...in his boxers. But the worst part was when he realized that he had to take the elevator back down to the lobby and transfer to another elevator system to get to his room and he had to get through hotel security to get to that elevator. Well, he had his wallet but his pants had his room key and she wasn't going to give them back. He had to go to the front desk and show them his ID to get a new key. I watched him the entire time; I wasn't about to bail him out of that situation! I needed a little humor in my life after the fight with Brian this morning." Xanda laughed as she finished telling the story.

"Oh lord, it finally caught up with him. So? Do you think he'll ever change his womanizing ways?" Susan asked seriously. "Let me put it this way, if you had to map Nick's body, you would draw an arrow pointing to his crotch with the label 'brains.'" Xanda giggled. "Shit...Girl, you're too much! Well, I better let you go. Kick Nick out of your room and get a quickie before Howie gets back." Susan advised. "Nah, he's pretty close to passing out. We've had a long day with interviews and radio appearances and some photo shoot. God, I HATE Chicago sometimes." Xanda gripped hoping her friend would say something about the office. Maybe if things were falling apart then she could go back. "Well, you're lucky! That LA guy is demanding but he's keeping things in line. Enjoy your vacation and call me some time next week so we can catch up. G'nite, Xanda." Susan said softly before hanging up the phone.

Xanda looked at the phone in shock for a moment before putting the receiver down. "Hey, babe. Help me pull out the bed for Nick. He's out like a light." AJ said as he stood up and waddled over to her. His tired and bare feet felt painful against the soft carpeting. "Nick didn't understand how to play that drinking game?" Xanda laughed as she saw Nick slumped over to his side, softly snoring with three mini bottles of Absolut near his hand while four full cans of Pepsi waited across from him where AJ had been sitting. "Nope. He was just too drunk to get it." AJ smiled before leaning down to get a kiss. Xanda pulled back and touched his cheek. "What a wonderful friend you are. Teaching your drunk friend a new drinking game, all the while you're sober." She smiled. "But I won!" AJ pointed out.

After pulling out the bed from the couch Xanda fluffed up the pillows and laid down the blankets. "Howie's gonna shit when he walks in and sees Nick's sorry ass blocking his way from getting to the room." AJ laughed as he struggled to move Nick towards the bed. "That could be a good thing." Xanda winked as she tried to help AJ. They struggled for twenty minutes to get Nick into the bed. "I don't get it. How come he's so heavy? He's not fat but he's not thin, yet he works as much as you and the rest of the guys." Xanda said between gritted teeth as they lifted Nick on to the bed. AJ smirked with an evil glimmer in his eyes before he broke into song. "Big Mac, Fallet o'fish, quarter pounder, french fries..." He sang. "Oh that is just FUCKED UP!" Xanda shouted, tossing her arms into the air. AJ along with Nick in his arms fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. "Fuck!" AJ groaned from the ground with Nick on top of him. "Move him, move him!" AJ pleaded as he struggled to breath. Xanda giggled and rolled Nick off AJ's crushed body. "Let's just leave him here, toss a blanket on him and call it a night." AJ pleaded. "No, we'll just put the couch back the way it was and then we'll just leave him there." Xanda stated firmly as AJ mumbled under his breath.

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Howie staggered down the hotel hallway unsure of his where abouts. Sneaking out to go clubbing without security was a task in itself but sneaking back in was much harder. Howie went from door to door, peering closely at the room number on each door. He cursed the hotel for screwing up their hotel reservations by booking only two rooms, each with one room and two beds, for the guys instead of five rooms. He finally saw a room number that looked familiar and sliced his room key through the slot. When the light turned green Howie looked up at the ceiling and thanked god before going into the room. He stumbled into the darkness while trying to feel around the wall for a light switch of some sort. Realizing that it was worthless Howie decided to just sleep on the couch; Finding the bedroom wasn't going to happen that night. Howie stubbed his toe on the couch and cursed. "At this moment, I don't care. I'm goin' to sleep." Howie stated to no one as he tossed himself onto the couch.