| “Awe, cool,” Dillon said recognizing the 70s icon. “He’s Cousin IT!”
Jeff nodded his head yes. “You’re not going to talk?” asked Kevin as the hairball stepped to the side allowing them passage. Jeff nodded no. “He can’t, Cousin IT never talked. He’s role playing, man.” Dillon was obviously in awe thanks to the costume. “Not going to talk, huh?” Sharon said seductively, pressing against him. She was wearing a cute candy striped outfit. Her fingers glided through the long, blonde hair until they came to the bulge near his midsection. “Oh, already? The night’s just begun.” “Hey, how about you guys do that later?” Karen said. “Cool décor, man,” Kevin said, pointing at the blood stained floor. Jeff’s head nodded to the right before moving toward the living room, ignoring the remark. The small gang followed. Stopping at the folding table against the far wall. Various snack foods adorned it, and at the center resided the punch bowl. “What?” Kevin asked after seeing Jeff nod again. “This is going to get old man.” “He wants us to have a toast, right?” asked Dillon. Jeff nodded yes. “See, have a little patience, will ya,” Dillon said before starting to scoop several cups of the punch. “Don’t drink that shit,” Kevin said. He pulled a case of beer out of the bag he was carrying. “You’re parents are upstairs, right?” Jeff just nodded yes. Though this threw a monkey wrench in his plans, he needed to act casual. “Cool, forget that stuff. Have some of this.” Kevin handed each one of them a beer, except for Jeff. “Dude, where’s your hands?” “They’re tucked in the costume, man,” Dillon said coming to his defense. “So what are we going to do?” asked Melissa. “Look around, there’s plenty of games,” Dillon replied. “I didn’t come here to play games,” said Kevin and he received a punch on the arm from Karen. “Well, neither did I, but you told me to show a little more class.” Everyone started laughing. “Meet me in the basement,” Sharon whispered in Jeff’s ear. “Ooohhh!” they said as Sharon walked away, shaking her ass in the process. “We’re going outside on the deck,” Kevin said, grabbing Karen by the arm and pulling her away. “Have fun,” Dillon replied and then turned to Melissa. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “With sex in your eyes,” she said with a smile. “Come on,” he said dragging the words. “Aren’t you going to meet Sharon downstairs?” Melissa asked, noticing Jason was still in the room, not having a clue that it wasn’t. Jeff nodded yes. “He’s just giving her time to get fully undressed—Owe!” he shouted after receiving another punch to the arm. “Come on, let’s bob for apples. I’ll race ya,” she said, pulling him over to the tub filled with water. Nearly three dozen granny smith apples floated in the red water. “That is dye, right?” Dillon asked with deep concern. Again, Jeff nodded yes. As the couple knelt down beside the tub, Jeff pretended to walk away. Seeing him leave, Dillon and Melissa placed their hands behind their backs and prepared to dunk their heads. “Ready?” |