At the Crashdown-
Liz is closing up and Max, Isabelle, and Alex are with her. They are waiting for Michael and Maria to come back. Liz has been trying to call Maria on her cell phone but it is in the glove compartment of her car. The two punk boys that stole her car are, for obvious reasons, not answering the phone.
"Max, what would Michael be doing?" Liz asked, her concern is plastered on her face and causes a slight tremor in her voice.
"Why do you assume it's Michael's fault? You know Maria could be the little hot pants herself!" Isabelle snapped, she was tired of waiting and pissed off at Michael. Despite her words Isabelle knew that Michael was responsible. *God, he always screws up when Maria is involved.*
"Hey, Maria was fine until the Prince of Doom took interest in her" Alex spoke up defending his friend.
"Alex, Isabelle relax. Please, I know we're all worried" Max tried to return the emotions in the room back to normal. Well, as normal as to be expected when two of your friends were MIA.
Alex sighed and placed his head on the counter for a minute. "Yeah, I'm sorry Isabelle. Its just that I don't like feeling left out and ever since I learned about your...origins, things have been all out of whack."
"Alex we're all worried and right now we're all out of the Maria/Michael loop" Liz said.
"Should we call Maria's house again?" Max asked.
"No!" Liz said loudly, "Her mom would freak if she knew. Besides, Maria spends the night here a lot. Her mom will just assume that she's with me."
"Okay" Max replied looking down at the floor in thought. "Doesn't Maria call her mom to let her know?"
"Please between school, work, Liz, and me, Maria doesn't have a whole lot of free time and her mom works and dates so they have a pretty open relationship" Alex answered Max's inquiry.
"Oh" was all that Max replied.
"Well, we certainly don't have to worry about Hank." Isabelle snipped. Both she and Max hated Hank. He couldn't care less about Michael and that tore Max and Isabelle apart on the inside.
Liz had a weird look on her face, almost as if she had gotten a whiff of some bad fish or Kyle's gym socks.
"What is it Liz?" Max asked noticing Liz's look.
"You don't think that they are...you know. Do you?" Liz asked with fright and some disgust in her voice. She would kill Michael if he did anything to her best friend again.
"Please, even Michael isn't that stupid" Isabelle sighed haughtily.
*At least I hope not* all four minds thought at once.
In the bombshelter-
Maria and Michael had finished one bottle of vodka and were about a fifth of the way through a second.
"Okay Michael my alien weirdo" Maria said with a heavy tongue in between her hiccups, "It's your turn to take a shotty shot shot."
Maria and Michael had given up on playing cards because Michael was way too wasted to shuffle and Maria kept throwing the cards up in the air while singing "It's raining men!". Michael in the meantime was discovering that vodka and tabasco was a pretty good combo once you were completely smashed and couldn't really feel your tongue or use your tastebuds anymore.
"Shot!" Maria repeated then burst into hysterical laughter. "Shot, shot, shot!"
"What is wrong with you?" Michael said reaching for the bottle. But he kept missing because he was seeing triple and every time he reached for the bottle he would start to tip and the room would spin.
"Shot shot shot shot" Maria repeated over and over. "Did you know that *Hic* if you *Hic* repeat *Hic* the word over and over and over that it *Hic* kinda loses its its its *Hic* you know its whatchamacallit."
"Quit moving the bottle!" Michael shouted trying to slow down the merry-go-round he was on.
"I'm not! Shot!", was Maria's reply as she leaned over and fell off of her box onto the hard floor. "Owwwww! I head my hit!"
Michael in the meantime was still struggling with the disappearing bottle. "Ha! Got it. Now come here you. Ohhh, you do a body good." Michael said speaking to the bottle and not Maria.
That sent Maria into her hysterics again. Michael tried to focus on the shaking blur on the floor in front of him.
"Hey! What the hell ish wrong wit chu?" His words struggling to work with his drunken alien brain.
"You sound like a porno!" Maria cried as her laughter continued.
"How would you know? I bet that you've never even seen a porno."
"Well, that goes to show how much you know pally. I made Alex show me one but all he had was some bad 70's porno of his older brother's."
"70's porno, huh?" Michael's brain was struggling with the new turn in the conversation.
"Yep! Bow chika bow bowww da nuh" Maria was singing the typical bad 70's porn music to herself with a lopsided smile on her red, flushed face. She pulled herself to her knees and slowly crawled her way to Micahel.
He was still sitting on his box and his balance swayed every once in a while as he tried to focus on the three Maria's creeping slowly towards him. *Okay* he thought to himself *Pick a bottle. Crap! I mean pick a Maria!* Maria had reached Michael and pulled herself into his lap until she was straddling him.
Michael could only see her lips, all six of them, and he wanted to kiss every single one. But before Michael could kiss her, Maria bent her head and attached two of her lips on his neck, sucking fiercely. She reached her arms around to caress Michael's muscular back. Maria rocked back and forth on Michael's lap. Michael was stroking Maria's back and he was wondering where the heck her other four lips had gone. Maria's mouth felt like magic on his neck. God how Michael had missed her velvety tongue.
Maria pulled her face up and went to kiss Michael's lips that she had missed so much since the heat wave, just as he leaned forward to kiss her. But Michael went for the wrong two lips as they both pitched forward onto the floor.
"Owww!" Maria yelled again, "Now you headed my hit!"
"You moved!"
"I did not!"
"Okay", Michael gave up easily leaning down to the girl under him.
Just as he reached her two, real, lips Maria's arms went slack and dropped off his back. Michael looked down confused. But before he had a chance to move off of Maria he felt his heavy eyelids close and his head dropped low to the floor. He landed in a heap next to Maria and their foreheads rolled together. Both drunkards passed out, Maria's mouth was open and a little snore could be heard.
Michael's brain was so drunk and hazy that his subconscious didn't notice the dream walking connection made between him and Maria. Maria was so drunk that her brain didn't notice the extra company. Both their dreams melted together as they slept with visions of bad 70's porn dancing in their heads.