byAbsintheRose©
“There’s gonna be chicks right?” Jake, one of my best friends yammered from the passenger seat for the millionth time since we left my house to head to a keg party.
“Jake dude, I have no fucking idea, I didn’t throw this party, I didn’t invite people.” I replied.
He looked at me for a second considering this then pulled a cigarette from his pack, lit it and said,
“Okay, but there better be chicks there.”
I rolled my eyes, of course I was hoping there were girls at this party I’m a 26 year old guy who is unattached, naturally I was hoping to get laid. But I was far less desperate than Jake.
“Charlie, where the hell is this place?” Jake asked after littering his cigarette butt out the window.
We had left town a few minutes ago and were driving towards the boonies now, where all good keggers took place.
“It’s at Brandon’s’ family plot outside of town, ya know the one on the edge of the woods.”