Status: [updated 12/07/14]
The Brat Pack
Big Party At Stubbie's
Saturday night, March 31, 1984. Stubbie's House, Shermer, Illinois.
Bender brings a burned down cigarette to his lips and takes a small puff, throwing it to the pavement and stomping it out. Stacey leans on his left shoulder, grinning. Curtis, Craig, and Johnny are all to his right. They stare up at the large, white house.
Cars are parked haphazardly up and down the street and all over the front lawn and driveway. Bright lights and loud music burst from the house. Drunk kids are stumbling everywhere. Trash liters the yard and surrounding shrubs.
The party has only been going on for an hour.
"I think we're a little late," Craig says with a grin as Johnny pops the collar to his leather jacket. The two head off toward the house.
"Remember boys!" Curtis calls out, following after them. "It's only illegal if you get caught!"
Bender shakes his head with a grin, he and Stacey making their way toward the yard.
The house is packed with richies and jocks, nerds and burnouts alike. Craig, Curtis, and Johnny are already lost in the crowd. Bender kisses Stacey's cheek and heads off, pushing through the drunk, dancing morons.
He checks around and finally finds what he's looking for. The hall he's standing in isn't so crowded, the music just a thumping bass over here. He hears moans floating through one of the walls. Checking left and right, Bender pushes the halfway open door fully in, switching on the light and grinning.
Coats line the racks up and down, begging to be searched. Officially naming himself coat check attendant, Bender slams the door and rubs his gloved hands together, going for the first bulging wallet he sees.
Bender brings a burned down cigarette to his lips and takes a small puff, throwing it to the pavement and stomping it out. Stacey leans on his left shoulder, grinning. Curtis, Craig, and Johnny are all to his right. They stare up at the large, white house.
Cars are parked haphazardly up and down the street and all over the front lawn and driveway. Bright lights and loud music burst from the house. Drunk kids are stumbling everywhere. Trash liters the yard and surrounding shrubs.
The party has only been going on for an hour.
"I think we're a little late," Craig says with a grin as Johnny pops the collar to his leather jacket. The two head off toward the house.
"Remember boys!" Curtis calls out, following after them. "It's only illegal if you get caught!"
Bender shakes his head with a grin, he and Stacey making their way toward the yard.
The house is packed with richies and jocks, nerds and burnouts alike. Craig, Curtis, and Johnny are already lost in the crowd. Bender kisses Stacey's cheek and heads off, pushing through the drunk, dancing morons.
He checks around and finally finds what he's looking for. The hall he's standing in isn't so crowded, the music just a thumping bass over here. He hears moans floating through one of the walls. Checking left and right, Bender pushes the halfway open door fully in, switching on the light and grinning.
Coats line the racks up and down, begging to be searched. Officially naming himself coat check attendant, Bender slams the door and rubs his gloved hands together, going for the first bulging wallet he sees.