John stood there surveying the multicolored lump of stone in Ocean's
bed. He shook his head.
"Dude, even if I tuck you in bed with that multicolored head no one
will believe you're sick in bed sleeping. I know. I'll paint you,"
John said brightly.
He disappeared back into his room ignoring the unintelligible grunts
coming from his petrified sibling. Soon a plastic tarp was laid out
and Ocean set in the middle of it. John mixed up a big pan of flesh
tone paint and took a house painting brush and started Ocean with
broad strokes of his brush. In a chatty manner he started to talk.
"You know when I've got a problem, doing something creative like
painting helps me to think. Oh, and if you're thinking this color is a
bit pale - don't worry. This is just the base coat. I decided I'll
give you a nice dark tan, and I want the tan lines to really stand
out," John explained.
Ocean heard the pop top of a beer being opened. John had gotten into
his private stash. Just then John's cell phone rang. It was one of
John's friends, Chub. The next thing anyone knew, John had explained
his problem to Chub and invited Chub and Steve over to help and drink
beer. Ocean's muffled screams were lost as John cranked Ocean's
stereo.
Ocean knew this would end badly. Three buzzed young men, beer, paint
and a naked immobile older brother - how could this end anyway but
badly.