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Part 11: Careful, you'll take someone's eye out by Evil Elf Paul, Tim and Richard had managed to avoid the wrath of Stiffy, Scrumpy and Bunty for stealing their drugs. Mainly because they didn�t know that they�d taken them. However, they did not escape the wrath of their biology teacher, who promptly gave them a Saturday morning detention for running out last time. It was now Saturday night, and it was Richard�s dad�s birthday party. Paul glanced around surreptitiously as he stood next to the "kid�s" punch bowl. Good. No-one was looking. He swiftly drew the hip flask out of his pocket and poured the contents into the bowl. He quickly hid the flask once it was empty and went to refill it with more vodka. One was simply not enough! His job done, he sat down for a minute and surveyed the party. It was early evening, the backyard was aglow with fairy lights and lanterns, music was playing from the jukebox, and guests were milling around laughing and dancing. Right. Time to give Tim and Rich their surprises! His eyes glinted at the thought. He quickly found them and dragged them off to Rich�s room. "Pressie time!" Paul sang. "But you can�t show anyone else," he whispered conspiratorially. "Cool!" Rich and Tim exclaimed, closing the door behind them. "What�s the occasion?" Tim asked, bouncing on the bed. "What is it? What is it?" Rich asked excitedly, joining Tim on the bed. "End of detention, of course!" Paul retorted, laughing. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands." They did as they were told. "Okay you can open them now!" Tim stared, his smile turning into a big grin. "Um, Paul, is it...?" Richard asked nervously. Paul giggled and clapped his hands gleefully. "Yeah, mate - drugs! This party�s gonna rock!" (Author: not sure if they used the term back then, but what the heck!) Tim quickly swallowed the little pills. "Go on, Rich," he urged. "It�s a good batch, and no-one besides us has to know." "Yeah, go on Rich, your folks are too busy partying to care, anyway!" Richard hesitated. Paul and Tim began to taunt him. "What�s the matter Rich - are you too scared?" Tim teased. Paul poked him. "Yeah, don�t tell us you�re a girl, Richard!" Rich looked up. "But - but - what about you Paul? Where�s yours?" Paul grinned and reached into his pocket. "You didn�t think I was gonna let you two party without me?" He popped his pills and winked at Tim. "Go on, Rich," they urged together. "You know you want to. You don�t want us to think you�re a sissy, do you? Sissy, girl, wuss..." They called him all the names they could think of, until he finally relented, and hesitantly swallowed the pills. "Alright!" Tim and Paul whooped in unison. "Let�s go outside!" Paul said excitedly. Richard grinned happily and followed. He didn�t feel any different at all! They were on about nothing! He threw his arms around his mates and they laughingly went outside. Once there, Richard stopped short. The place had been transformed into a glittering fairyland! "Wow!" he breathed. Everyone had metamorphosed into fairies! With wings! What a fantastic party! Had his parents really gone to this much trouble? Tim and Paul dragged Richard to the back of the yard. "Hey, Wendy!" Tim called. Wendy groaned and took a sip of her punch. "Do I have to talk to you?" "Whatcha doing?" Tim demanded, giggling. Paul giggled also, and pulled her hair, dancing around her. "Get lost Paul!" She slapped him away. "Hey Wendy," Tim repeated, "how�s about a kiss?" He pursed his lips expectantly. She snorted in disgust. "You�re stoned! Get lost!" Tim pouted. "You are so rude, Wendy! Come on Paul, let�s go find someone we like!" He dragged Paul away. Richard stood there, staring at Wendy. "What are you looking at, Dixie?" she demanded. He reached up and stroked her hair. "You are so pretty, Wendy," he said breathlessly. She slapped him away and looked at him in nervous confusion, her stomach twisting. The punch was beginning to make her feel woozy. "Um, yeah, right. What do you want Richard?" "Would you mind awfully if I just stood here and watched you?" he asked. "You�re sick!" Wendy exclaimed, and walked off. "Wendy, my beautiful fairy, wait for me!" Richard called, following her. "Go away!" "But Wendy! Please!" "I�ve had enough! I�m going home!" She stalked out of the yard and down the street. Richard ran after her. ---------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Tim and Paul were singing and dancing to the music blaring out of the jukebox. They collapsed on the ground, giggling hysterically as they tried to sing Do Wah Diddy Diddy. Their laughter eventually subsided and they decided to crawl behind the garden shed for a smoke. They lay on their backs, watching the stars, occasionally overcome by more fits of giggling. "Hey Paul," Tim asked. "Where�s Rich?" Paul shrugged. "Dunno. Last I saw he was talking to Wendy." He giggled. "Maybe they�re off doing it somewhere!" "Way to go, Rich!" Tim exclaimed. "Yeah!" "Hey Tim," Paul asked after a pause. "Have you ever, you know, done it?" Tim snorted. "Of course I have! More times than I can remember!" he boasted. "Yeah, who?" "Oh. Well, you know, the usual slags. Um, well, there was -" "Ha! You haven�t! You haven�t done it at all! You�re a virgin!" Paul exclaimed. "Shhh! Am not!" "Are too!" "Am not!" "Are too! "Am not!" "Prove it, then!" "How am I supposed to do that?" "Ummm..." Paul paused as he tried to think. "What about you then?" Tim asked. "Nah. None of the girls like me," Paul said sadly. "That�s not true!" Tim protested. "Everyone likes you!" "Nah, everyone likes you!" "No, everyone likes you!" Tim insisted. "You�re really good looking Paul! If I were a girl, I�d shag you!" Paul blushed. "Nah, you�re the shaggable one, Tim!" They lay in awkward silence for a while. "Paul," Tim whispered. "I�ve got a huge hard-on." Paul giggled. "So have I!" Tim giggled with him. "We need some girls!" "Nah mate, we�re too goodlooking for mere girls!" They giggled together once more. "Hey!" Tim whispered, an idea forming. "I think I know where Rich�s dad keeps his magazines!" Paul looked at him hopefully. "Let�s go!" They got up and walked awkwardly back into the house, trying not to look too suspicious. |
