Jeremy chuckled as he rode his motorcycle up to Rick's gate. It was a big gated house, but by Jeremy's standards it was a minimansion. He looked over his shoulder at his classmate Joe, and posited, "Cannot be more than 7000 square feet," then he snickered. He considered 20,000 square feet the minimum for a true mansion.
Joe just said. "Get closer to that intercom, Jeremy."
After Jeremy eased in next to the intercom, Joe pushed the button.
"We're here for the party. Bruno invited us."
An Hispanic voice crackled over the speaker, "What es the password?"
Joe smiled, and said, "Aquaman."
The gate buzzed open. Jeremy drove in. He parked, and they headed for the gate decorated with balloons. There was a makeshift cloakroom under a couple of umbrellas. Jeremy and Joe stripped down to their Speedos and headed toward the noise of people coming from the pool.
As they entered another gate, there was Rick in a Speedo identical to Jeremy's and Joe's. He grabbed a couple margaritas off the bar behind him and handed them to Joe and Jeremy.
"You must be Bruno's buds from Bradbury. You guys have the coolest Speedos, I got one just like it," Rick said. Then grabbing another drink, he toasted them and said, "Bottoms up."
Jeremy swallowed a mouthful, it was a bit fruitier than he liked, but it hit the spot.
"So Joe tells me that you are going to roofie a couple of football studs?" Jeremy asked. "Are they here yet?"
Rick yawned and looked a bit confused. He wasn't exactly sure what the Bradbury guy was talking about.
"Yeah, they're both here," said Bruno from behind the bar. He nodded at Rick, and winked at Joe. Yeah, Rick and Jeremy were both there.
"Is Chad one of them?" He asked sipping his drink.
"I haven't seen Chad, yet, " said Bruno.
"Oh, I'm sure Chad's around here somewhere," Rick said smugly as he adjusted his Speedo, and drained his drink.
"You've seen him," Bruno asked, as he refilled Rick's glass.
"Well, honestly, I haven't seen his face today, but I'm sure he's here." He glanced down at his crotch and snickered.
Jeremy blinked, Bruno was next to him filling his glass with more margarita. He was feeling a bit off, but if Chad was here? He smirked, drained his glass. Bruno refilled it. Rick and Jeremy went off together arms over each other's shoulder.
Joe whispered to Bruno, "Roofied both of them?"
"Roofies, ketamine and Viagra- Bruno's pussifying jocktail," he said with a smirk.
He added, "you've got one too".
Joe set his glass down.
"Stick to beer, or drinks you mix yourself, Joe. I'm not the only guy here making jocktails.