Oh Hell-y Night

Winston made his way slowly up the stairs to the third floor. He kept picturing the little bit of skin he’d just seen. He shook his head and thought to himself, ‘Well, that solves the sleeping arrangement problem!’

When he got back up to the bunkroom, he wasn’t able to contain his silly grin. Ray and Peter exchanged a knowing glance, and Peter said, “Where are they?”

Winston looked up and smirked, “Well, you were mostly right before, m’man. They just didn’t go to a motel.”

Peter thought back to what he’d said to Ray a few minutes before and then hooted with laughter.

“I guess it’s all fun and games until somebody gets laid!” He raised an invisible glass in a make-believe toast. “Happy Hell Night, Egon’s weenie!”

The three men laughed themselves to tears and then turned in to sleep, chuckling in their dreams as they thought of all the embarrassing things they would say after daybreak to help Egon and Janine find mortification as readily they had found each other.

END

Hetskateers January 2004 Challenge:

Drinking game (Tom-festoonery)


Nook (behind the containment, where Egon checks out Janine’s crannies)


Fetish (Peter-Janine’s breasts, Ray-Janine’s ass, Winston-Janine’s legs, Egon-Janine’s lips)


Confetti (Happy Hell Night, Halloweenies! *toss*)


Festoon (hang ‘em high or it’s tequila for the lot o’ ya!)


Decadent (Janine’s new career as a table dancer)


Party (RGB Halloween bash)