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Part 2: I told you to go before we left by Fred's Angel The three youths continued to stumble blindly through the streets. Rich led the way while Tim and Paul brought up the rear. [Not what you�re thinking you dirty, dirty child *g*�gotta love that saying though *bg* - f.a.] They hadn�t even been stumbling for more than five minutes when the short one started whining. "Rich�? Rich? Rich, mate? Rich? Richard? Riii-chaaaarrrrd?" Richard was doing his best to ignore his irritating little pal. "Richard? Riiii-chaaaaarrrrrrrddddddd? Richie boy? Mate? Richard? Rich? Richie rich?" Paul was definitely a persistent little bugger. "What the f--- do you want, McDermott?" Richard whirled on him. The effects of the alcohol were starting to clear and he could sense one motherf---er of a headache coming on. He hated the fact that even when he didn�t drink nearly as much as the other two, he was the first one to be affected, and always the most severely. All three of them stopped their shuffling, and Richard looked to Paul. Paul looked down at his shoes then let his head flop backwards as he examined the sky. Tim had begun to sway as he mumbled some obscure ditty to himself � something about a dog, perhaps? The words were pretty much indistinguishable. Paul finally sighed and spoke. "I forgot," he said dumbly. Tim began to giggle. He was quite a sight � a six-foot-something Australian male giggling like a schoolgirl in the middle of the street as he clutched tightly to the smaller guy beside him. Richard shook his head in disbelief. It wasn�t that he couldn�t believe Paul had forgotten, more he couldn�t believe that he�d actually struck up a friendship with a pair of such obvious wankers. "Ohhhh�.wait�" Paul mumbled. "Oh yeah, I �membered now. Rich, mate, I gotta piss." He leaned his small face towards his friend�s, and looked at him pleadingly, or as close as he could get to a pleading look when he was trying desperately to focus on Richard�s face and not the blurred copies of it that seemed to float around before his eyes. "I told you to go before we left," grumbled Richard as he scanned the street for a tree or something. His eyes came to rest on a rather large black object by the side of the road. Grabbing Paul by the collar, he dragged him towards it. "Sanks, mate," grinned Paul gratefully when he was standing beside it. He reached for the fly of his jeans but couldn�t quite grasp the zipper. "Um�Rich�?" "Shit�it�s come to this, has it?" Richard muttered as he reached out to the front of Paul�s jeans and slowly drew the zip down. Paul started to giggle. "That feels funny, Richie." Richard hastily drew his hands away and stood back so Paul could go about his business. Paul tried to shrug Tim off his arm so he could piss properly, but his tall friend refused to budge. Paul shoved him slightly, and Tim stumbled away in a circle, slamming into a telephone pole. Richard looked exasperatedly at Tim who was now hugging the pole. He�d better not try and hump it, thought Richard. Not like last time. He could hear the sudden burst of Paul�s piss hitting the ground, followed by a long contented sigh from his friend. The stream seemed to go on forever. Paul wanted to write his name on the ground. He�d only gotten so far as to spell Paul McD when he began to sway unsteadily. After regaining his balance he went to continue, but sadly he had run out. " �k, we�s can go now," he slurred to Richard. "Put it back in yer pants first, f---nut," Richard said to Paul as he dragged Tim away from the pole. Paul looked down, and sure enough li�l Paulie was hanging out for all the world to see ... well, all of Canberra at least. He quickly fixed himself up and grabbed Tim�s arm to steady himself. Richard pushed them ahead of him as they continued to lurch down the street in the hopes of finding his house. They were too busy concentrating on remaining upright to see the bleached-blonde watching them through the window of the house they were outside of. Her boyfriend was not going to be too happy that some drunken yobbo had just pissed on his Harley. She�d better go tell him. |
