Finally, we had arrived at the cabin, and Crystal met me outside.

"Hey girl". She wraps me in a hug, and pulls back, smiling.

"Hey. Where's Vincent, and Camden"? I look around as if they might appear.

"Vince's inside, making sure the beverages stay 'cold'. She quotes the word cold, and I knew what she met.

"Never changes, does he"? I let out a playful sigh.

"Not Vince. It's girls and beer". She lets out a playful chuckle.

Ken scuffs. "Not all guys are sex craved animals. We guys have feelings to. I hope you know we don't always think about sex. Some of us do have respect, you know".

"I know Kennikens, I'm sorry to have damaged your manhood". Crystal teases.

"Here". He hands me my bag, and you can tell he is very pissed about Crystals remark. I take. my bag inside, and upon entering, I see a somewhat older guy sitting at the bar, sipping on some scotch. "Hey Vince, how are you"? I ask, placing my duffel bag onto the floor, near the couch.

"Can't complain, how about you"? He said, looking up from his glass of scotch. I was happy he was a 'happy' drunk instead of a 'asshole' like most people I knew.

The cabin was a two story, built on a alcove, on the base of a mountain. Built of old oak, and lines with three layers of maple, built for better support. It should be called more a mansion, then a cabin, because it covers over five hundred feet. Everything in the cabin was custom, or imported from foreign countries. The upstairs balcony was a wrap around ball, that lead to all the bedrooms. Above was six bedrooms, and and a accessed living room, customized with a custom 70' television, lines with 60' Dolby speakers, and a complete Dolby surrond sound system. A few China cabinets, stiffed with imported knick knacks, and collectibles. A study room for when dad brought his work out here, and a old Antique piano, mad by a American piano company, named Baldwin.

"Lets party"! Vince yells turning on some loud, upbeat music. Everyone was dancing like drunk apes, and Crystal was kissing Vince, and running his crotch.

Gross

Drink after drink, Vince slammed them down, and boy her could hold his alcohol, i thought to myself.

"Lets hear some Calvin Harris"! Crystal was obsessed with Calvin, whom she thought was also very sexy. To me, give me some Dead Sara, or George Ezra, and I would love it.

I'll get some more whiskey, maybe some of that 'Fireball Cinnamon flavoured shots". He grabs the keys to his little Mercedes out front, but Camden stops him.

"What the hell are you doing"? Vince asked in a aggravated tone.

"You're too drunk to drive. Plus you ain't going anywhere out there".

"Horseshit, give me my keys". Vince had a certain haste to his tone, and I didn't like it.

"Vince, listen to Cam, there is no way to get down the mountain. The mud is a soupy thickness, and is more and likely flowing down the road. You ain't going nowhere".

"Let me go, I'm fine". But Cam keeps hold. "Let me go, I can drive my Damn car"! He heads for the door, and by now the rain was coming down harder than before, and a storm brewed.

"No you ain't. Last time we had a storm like this, there was a mudslide, and it threw a woman hundreds of feet into the gully, you aont going nohere". Ken took Vinces keys, and led him back to the kitchen bar.

We fail to hear a sturdy knock on the door, until the person knocks again. We ALL turn our heads toward the door". Who would be hear this let at night. So Vince gets up, and grabs a fireplace poker, and cautiously heads to the door.

"Be careful, babe". Crystal says from the kitchen.

"Thanks I will". As he gets close to the door, he hears nothing but the pouring rain.

"Who is it"? Ken yelled, startling everyone.

"Who is it". Vince yelled to. Still no answer.

He opens the door, and sees a handsome guy standing there, around twenty five, no more than thirty.

"Hi, I'm Braxton". He looks to the fireplace poker. "I'd like my skull to be intact, please".

Ken allows his entrance, and I can't help but not to trust him.

"One hell of a storm, I sure appreciate this". He takes his coat off.

HE MAY APPRECIATE IT, BUT WE WOULDN'T!