Writin' Wednesday

It's back. Here's Part I, if you missed it. A whole hell of a lot of nothing happened, but it was all I could manage that first time. Andy the Virus is still here. Still poking his nose all up in my business when I'm trying to watch American Idol (which I've renamed Taylor and Mandisa Are My Favorites But That Rocker Guy Chris Is Going to Win). And still running out the back door... (Are you saying Enough Already! with the back door thing? Yeah, okay. That was the last quip. I promise.)

Life in the Valley
The cleaning didn't get done. Lanny and Bill shared a joint on the couch by the DJ booth. Bill kicked off his work boots and took off his socks.
"You think that chick Lori is hot?"
Lanny rubbed his face with both hands. "I don't know... do you mean Laura? The really young one? She's jailbait, dude. How'd she end up here anyway?"
"She came with Mike... Laura? Huh... she ain't too young - she works at the plant or something. Tight ass. Nice tits too."
Lanny closed his eyes and leaned back against the vinyl. The floor and tables all around them were littered with cans and pizza crusts. He would have to clean it up in the morning before Gary opened. Or at lunch. He'd have time to do it at lunch. Gary was going to find out anyway. He'd know as soon as he saw that crack in the jukebox. Bill threw a pizza crust at him.
"What the hell! What?"
"I said, did I tell you about last weekend? When I had to drive down to Polson with that feed load?"
"Yeah, idiot. You told me yesterday."
"Huh. You shoulda seen that little bitch. A little ugly, but tight. You know? She was just standing there with that sign. It shoulda said Fuck Me." Bill laughed at his joke. He laughed until he started coughing. A hard, ugly hack.
Lanny sat up and looked at him, then sat back and closed his eyes again. He needed to go back to 7-11 and pick up some rubbers before he went to Christines. Rubbers and Diet Coke. She'd like that. Maybe he'd get some Skittles or something for the kid too. Christine didn't like her eating candy too much, but that kid always went apeshit when Lanny brought her candy. He liked that. Seeing her jump to reach the bag, trying to climb up his arm to get it. Sometimes he'd grab her and swing her around and toss her onto the couch. She'd bounce there, laughing, begging him to do it again. He thought maybe he wouldn't tell Christine and he'd hide them in the kid's lunch box, if he could find it. Maybe a Snickers or Skittles or something.
He opened his eyes again. The buzz was wearing off, and he was getting a headache. "Come on dude. I gotta go. I'll give you a ride home or your car or whatever. Come on!" He threw Bill's boots and socks onto his lap and shoved some of the cans and pizza crusts into a pile. The boys got their pot, shut off the lights and locked up their brother's roller rink. The neon roller skates blinked a couple times, reflecting in the puddles as they walked out to Lanny's car, then finally went out.

Now I know there's a point of view issue going on, but I like it better this way than in the last part, so I'll work on that later. Also, this section hasn't been edited at all. Tell me if I've left out any explanatory stuff or if anything doesn't make sense. I've had this story half done for so long that I may have left out something I know about these guys, but those of you that don't live with them in your head may not know. You know? I just read it over again and I realized that it's actually a very short blurb. I feel like there's a lot going on, but somehow it comes across very... well, short. I'll have to think about this some more. If I need to expand something or not.