Laughter and smoke filled the air. Brian, Carry, Joe, and some girl he had picked up all stood in a circle making smart-ass comments and drinking beer.
“Yeah, and maybe old man Senior is gonna rape you. Yeah, that’s it. Heheheh,” Joe laughed as if he had just heard someone tell the joke to him.
“Oh, HA-HA, Joe. Real funny. Yeah and maybe you should grow a pair,” Carry whined as she slapped Joe’s bicep.
“Hey, I’ve got a pair, sugar, and it would blow your freakin’ mind,” he replied.
“Oh yeah? Well if you’re so tough Joe, be a man and go into the Rogers’ house and like maybe, uh, carve you’re name on somethin’,” Brian said.
“Oh c’mon, Bri. No one believes what people say happened there,” Joe told him.
“Ok. So go in there and prove that you’re a man.”
“Dude, i don’t need to walk into an old house and carve my freakin’ name in it to prove that I’ve experienced puberty.”
“Aww c’mon, Joe. I wont believe ya ‘till ya do it.”
Joe drank the rest of his beer, then answered, “Alright, I’ll do it.” *