Monday Night - Neptune, California - Casey Gant’s House
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” a crowd of people chanted. Ah, this was music to Dick’s ears. Casey was holding up the beer bong, Dick was chugging and Beaver was opening up two more beers to pour down the funnel. The ‘09er record was four beers in one go, Dick was going for six.
“YEAH!” screamed the crowd when Dick managed to chug all six beers and stand up without falling over.
“Woo! I am all that is man! This calls for a drink.” says Dick. He points out Madison in the crowd. “Rustle me up a shot, sweet cheeks!”
Madison rolled her eyes but poured Dick a shot of tequila anyways. Beaver slapped a hand on Dick’s back, partly to get his attention, partly to keep himself balanced. He had finished a power hour with Luke a half hour ago.
“Dude…Dick. Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to mash…mix…mish-max liquor and beer?” slurred Beaver .“You’re gonna puke.”
“Your mom’s…” Dick started to say before trailing off. “Wait, forget what I said. Same mom.”
Madison came back with two shots and handed one to Dick.
“Thanks gorgeous.” said Dick, taking the shot glass out of her hand. He put an arm around his semi-girlfriend and sniffed the shot warily. “You spit in this?”
“Of course not.” Madison said. Dick looked at her warily for a second before holding up his shot for a toast.
“To the prettiest girl in the world.” said Dick, clinking his glass with Madison’s. “You look adorable tonight Beav.”
Beaver dissolved into drunken giggles. Dick and Madison looked at each other and threw back their respective shots. It was then when Luke burst into the living room.
“Cops are here! I think Lamb’s with them!”
Mass panic ensued. Madison dropped her shot glass and ran for the door. Duncan quickly whisked Meg away towards an exit. Luke, Sean and Cole hopped over the tall fence in the backyard. Dick spotted Casey making a fast break for the kitchen door.
“Casey, dude, where are you going?” called Dick. “This is your house!”
Beaver tugged on Dick’s sleeve. “We gotta go man. Lamb’s coming.”
“Psh, like I care about some farm animal.” mumbled Dick. He swayed and flopped down on the couch. “If I move I’m gonna puke.”
“We’re going to get in trouble dude!”
“I’m staying right here. And so are you.” says Dick. He pulled on his brother’s arm so he fell on the couch too. “We gotta fight. For our right. TO PAR-TAY!”
The door burst open and Lamb, Sacks and a handful of other deputies entered the room.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Casablancas brothers. Why am I not surprised to find you here?" Lamb said, sauntering over to the couch and looming over the boys.
Beaver looked down at the floor and tried to will himself to sober up. Dick looked up at Lamb and started giggling. "Mr. Lamb! Sheriff Sheep! What brings you here?"
Lamb rolled his eyes. "Sacks, you and the others search the house and the grounds, see if you can find any other errant delinquents we can bust."
"As for you, Dick. I'm submitting you and your brother to blood alcohol tests right now. Get up."
Beaver groaned and pulled himself up off the couch. Dick held up his hands to Lamb. "Can ya help a guy up Sheriff?"
"If you can't stand on your own power, you'll be spending the night in jail," Lamb said, waving another deputy over to administer the blood alcohol test for Beaver.
Dick groaned and pushed himself off the couch, only swaying slightly when he got up. "I'm gonna throw out a guess and say that you weren't invited to too many parties when you were young. That's why you're so bitter now."
"I didn't have the luxury of wasting my life," Lamb replied, producing a breathalyzer. "Breathe into this."
"Did you clean it first?" asked Dick in an annoying sing-song voice.
Lamb shoved the mouthpiece into Dick's face. "I often wish that I could arrest spoiled kids like you for being obnoxious," he said.
"Keep dreaming Sheriff." says Dick. He looked over at Beaver who was breathing into the breathalyzer. Dick smiled at Lamb before putting his mouth on the breathalyzer and blowing.
After a minute, Lamb smirked. "Dick Casablancas, you're under arrest for underage drinking. Turn around," he said, pulling his handcuffs from his belt.
"Wait! I used a lot of mouthwash before the party, did you take that into account?" asked Dick. He turned around to face Beaver who was also getting handcuffs fitted on him. He gave his brother an apologetic smile.
"You have the right to remain silent and I hope to God you take it," Lamb said. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." He droned on, reciting Dick's rights as he started shoving him toward the door.
((NFB due to distance. OOC comments always welcome. Much love to marsheadtilt for playing the awesome Sheriff Lamb for me!))
“YEAH!” screamed the crowd when Dick managed to chug all six beers and stand up without falling over.
“Woo! I am all that is man! This calls for a drink.” says Dick. He points out Madison in the crowd. “Rustle me up a shot, sweet cheeks!”
Madison rolled her eyes but poured Dick a shot of tequila anyways. Beaver slapped a hand on Dick’s back, partly to get his attention, partly to keep himself balanced. He had finished a power hour with Luke a half hour ago.
“Dude…Dick. Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to mash…mix…mish-max liquor and beer?” slurred Beaver .“You’re gonna puke.”
“Your mom’s…” Dick started to say before trailing off. “Wait, forget what I said. Same mom.”
Madison came back with two shots and handed one to Dick.
“Thanks gorgeous.” said Dick, taking the shot glass out of her hand. He put an arm around his semi-girlfriend and sniffed the shot warily. “You spit in this?”
“Of course not.” Madison said. Dick looked at her warily for a second before holding up his shot for a toast.
“To the prettiest girl in the world.” said Dick, clinking his glass with Madison’s. “You look adorable tonight Beav.”
Beaver dissolved into drunken giggles. Dick and Madison looked at each other and threw back their respective shots. It was then when Luke burst into the living room.
“Cops are here! I think Lamb’s with them!”
Mass panic ensued. Madison dropped her shot glass and ran for the door. Duncan quickly whisked Meg away towards an exit. Luke, Sean and Cole hopped over the tall fence in the backyard. Dick spotted Casey making a fast break for the kitchen door.
“Casey, dude, where are you going?” called Dick. “This is your house!”
Beaver tugged on Dick’s sleeve. “We gotta go man. Lamb’s coming.”
“Psh, like I care about some farm animal.” mumbled Dick. He swayed and flopped down on the couch. “If I move I’m gonna puke.”
“We’re going to get in trouble dude!”
“I’m staying right here. And so are you.” says Dick. He pulled on his brother’s arm so he fell on the couch too. “We gotta fight. For our right. TO PAR-TAY!”
The door burst open and Lamb, Sacks and a handful of other deputies entered the room.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Casablancas brothers. Why am I not surprised to find you here?" Lamb said, sauntering over to the couch and looming over the boys.
Beaver looked down at the floor and tried to will himself to sober up. Dick looked up at Lamb and started giggling. "Mr. Lamb! Sheriff Sheep! What brings you here?"
Lamb rolled his eyes. "Sacks, you and the others search the house and the grounds, see if you can find any other errant delinquents we can bust."
"As for you, Dick. I'm submitting you and your brother to blood alcohol tests right now. Get up."
Beaver groaned and pulled himself up off the couch. Dick held up his hands to Lamb. "Can ya help a guy up Sheriff?"
"If you can't stand on your own power, you'll be spending the night in jail," Lamb said, waving another deputy over to administer the blood alcohol test for Beaver.
Dick groaned and pushed himself off the couch, only swaying slightly when he got up. "I'm gonna throw out a guess and say that you weren't invited to too many parties when you were young. That's why you're so bitter now."
"I didn't have the luxury of wasting my life," Lamb replied, producing a breathalyzer. "Breathe into this."
"Did you clean it first?" asked Dick in an annoying sing-song voice.
Lamb shoved the mouthpiece into Dick's face. "I often wish that I could arrest spoiled kids like you for being obnoxious," he said.
"Keep dreaming Sheriff." says Dick. He looked over at Beaver who was breathing into the breathalyzer. Dick smiled at Lamb before putting his mouth on the breathalyzer and blowing.
After a minute, Lamb smirked. "Dick Casablancas, you're under arrest for underage drinking. Turn around," he said, pulling his handcuffs from his belt.
"Wait! I used a lot of mouthwash before the party, did you take that into account?" asked Dick. He turned around to face Beaver who was also getting handcuffs fitted on him. He gave his brother an apologetic smile.
"You have the right to remain silent and I hope to God you take it," Lamb said. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." He droned on, reciting Dick's rights as he started shoving him toward the door.
((NFB due to distance. OOC comments always welcome. Much love to marsheadtilt for playing the awesome Sheriff Lamb for me!))