“Well! I didn’t realize a snow storm was goin up in here!” Chrissie commented, returning inside with Brian’s hand in hers. I blinked my eyes a few times and wiggled my nose, looking at Chrissie.

 “You want one?” I asked her. “No, no. But, Brian and I are gonna’ have a Guinness. You want one of those?” she asked me. It was just such a dumb question because she knew I didn’t drink Guinness. But, Chrissie was high on lust right now and I wasn’t going to judge her for that.

 “No, Chrissie…NO! NO! Freddie! One! Not two! God! That will knock you the hell over backwards!” I slapped at his hand as I passed over the rolled up bill.

 “Hey what’s that…that reaaallly…really…like insanely nice smell and where is it coming from?” Brian wondered as he lead Chrissie into the kitchen with him.

 “What nice smell?” John asked.

 “I don’t know what it is. It’s…oh wow…it’s amazing…” Brian insisted as he put his arms around Chrissie. He kissed her again.Now that the ice was broken…look out. Those two would be worse to keep off each other than me an’ Roger the first time I kissed him. Brian sniffed her head to see if it was her. He shook his head. “It’s…it’s like…over here…” Brian walked over toward the stairs, still holding on to two beers and Chrissie.. “Oh wait! I’m close to…” he looked down midsentence. “It’s comin’ from this bag.” He said before looking up at us again.

 “What bag?” John asked braiding Veronica’s hair. She was on the floor and he was in the chair.

 “This one. I think this is Roger’s bag.” Brian said. Well, me, Roger and Freddie had our heads tilted back against the cushion of the couch and so we weren’t entirely payin’ attention.

 “Oooooh…no.” I said, rolling my eyes sideways. “You two open that up and take some crap out of that bag until you find what it is.” I said. Chrissie got down on her knees and unzipped our bag. Brian did the same, sitting the two bottles of Guinness beside them.

 “Here’s a shirt…here’s a…oh this is a really cute bra! Okay, here’s…like three lighters. Do you know there are two empty packs of cigarettes in here? Wha…why is there a map of the bus routes here? This thing that looks like a compact ? I’ll sit it over here.” Chrissie questioned making a pile beside our bag.

 “Oh, yeah. We never cleaned that out.” Roger said lifting his head up. He sniffed deeply one last time.

 “Alright, here’s a pair of jeans that…ooooh are kinda’ coated in somethin’. Here’s a really soft pair of pants. Nothing wrong with these.” Brian handed Chrissie the open Guinness.  

 “Yesss! Give me those!” Roger got up from the floor and walked over to Chrissie and Brian. He snatched the pants from her and went into the bathroom to change. Roger got like this quickly after buzzin’. He would turn into a chatter box in no time.

 “Ooooh god…what did I just touch on this shirt.”

 “God, Chrissie! It’s Lydia! You could be touching anything on that shirt!” Freddie said, lifting his head up.

 “Okay, here’s Roger’s shirt and…” Chrissie paused and looked around. “There’s another pair of pants that are okay. Looks like neither of you will be wearin’ any socks. Oh! God! I’m covered somethin’!! There’s a giant puddle in the middle of this bag!” Brian reached inside and pulled out everything that was left that wasn’t coated in goo. Roger had come out of the bathroom and thrown his jeans on top of the pile that didn’t have anything on it.

 “My god! What the hell am I putting my hand in!?” Chrissie laughed.

 “What’s in this green bottle?” Brian asked, looking over his shoulder..

 “Shiiiiiit! That’s aftershave.” Roger told him.

 “Alright, what’s in the white bottle?”

 “That’s Lyd’s shampoo. That’s the best smellin’ stuff in the world!” Roger insisted.

 “Well, apparently when you combine her shampoo and your after shave this scent is the result.” Brian paused a minute and took a drink of his Guinness. “I am strangely drawn to this scent even though I know there’s a little bit of Roger in it. You know, this reminds me of an experiment that I once did in my…” Brian couldn’t finish.

 “NO! NO BRIAN! NO SCIENCE! SHUT UP!” Freddie yelled at him.

 “NO! Not tonight, Brian! Jesus, we’ve all had so much to drink we wouldn’t be able to follow what you said anyway!” John added.

 “I’ll clean this blob out of ya’ bag but these things in this pile need to go into the wash.” Chrissie said.

 “Hey! Just put it in the washer when you two go to bed. You two are sleepin’ in the basement anyway. John, what are you doin’ to my head?” she asked.

 “Look! I’ve made a most lovely braid! I’m getting good at this, Veronica.” John was so proud of himself.

 “Wait, what!? We’re sleepin’ in the basement!? What the fuck did we do to you to get on your shit list!?” I teased them. “We…oh god we’re gonna be on the floor again!”

 “We were kind of on the floor at your cousin’s house!” Roger reminded them.

 “Well, Freddie just loves that guest room and Brian and Chrissie are stayin’ up here.” Veronica said.

 “Wait, Brian and Chrissie are doin’ what!?” Brian asked, grabbing Chrissie’s shoulders and shaking her. I re-rolled the bill that had come undone.

 “Yeah! Why do Brian and Chrissie get to stay up here, VERONICA!?” Roger demanded of her, trying to shoot her a horrible look. He failed miserably and instead made Veronica laugh stupidly because he looked so precious. She leaned forward toward the floor which caused part of the braid to fall out of her hair.

 “Oh god…I’m sorry…I can’t take you seriously the least bit.” She kept laughing. “Shiiiit! It’s even worse when you cross ya’ arms like that!” Chrissie and Brian left our goo-coated clothes for us to deal with and rejoined us on the couch.

 “Okay, we need to discuss the Brian and Chrissie thing.” Brian said. I looked around for the lighter wondering where the hell it went.

 “Oh my god, I’m gonna’ have the worst rug burn of my life.” I said. Roger sat down between me and Freddie. He leaned over, kissing my neck. I hated when he did this because I loved it so damn much. He was too good at it and it drove me wild. We were among friends, I had to keep this classy so I reached to the table for the open bottle of southern comfort. I took a swig from it and lifted his chin up, my hair minglin’ with his. I whispered to him but unfortunately Freddie heard me.

 “Lydia! He’s not that good, darling! And why are you going to have the worst rug burn….oooooooooh.” Freddie smiled all over.

 “Freddie, hush and take this!” I handed the rolled up bill to him.

 “We really need to discuss Brian and Chrissie!” Brian said.

 “Okay, here’s the discussion: you make a very lovely couple!" I said locating the lighter.

 “And I’m going to add to the discussion that. Chrissie is very lucky because Brian is very gentle person!” Freddie was so pleased with himself.

 “Oooooh god, I should have never said anything…” he put a hand over his face but that didn’t last long because Chrissie immediately kissed him again. Hell, she was looking for excuses to kiss him now.

"Hey! That is a compliment, Brian!" Freddie insisted.

 “But seriously, there’s that couch and there’s that room over there beside me an’ Veronica. I don’t care what the hell you two do but we thought you’d be more comfortable up here.”

 “Oh, John you are so sweet!” I assured him.

 “Just wait. Eventually, you’ll end up in the floor. You WILL end up in the floor. ” Roger mumbled as he lit his cigarette. He shook his head and I kissed his temple. Chrissie was laughing at Roger. She had her Guinness in one hand, her other hand on Brian's thigh. Brian had his arm around her. God, they looked so unbelievably happy and contented.