Page 13 of Patchover Fright Night
“We need to stop them drinking any more. It’ll kill them.”
“FUCK! Who else is sober? I can’t do this alone.”
Ryder
What we should havedone is make sure some people were allocated to stay sober, like at least every fucking prospect was supposed to be, or something. Fuck, if Tori hadn’t wanted to try making out, and getting handsy without me being drugged, as long as I was uh… slightly incapacitated ahem, we’d have been drinking too.
Right now, my priority was to stop anyone drinking any more of the tainted alcohol, but we also needed to get help here, because I didn’t know what they’d been dosed with, but they’d need fucking medical help. Doc was here with us, but I’d bet money on him being one of the first to kick back with a drink,since he was actually not on duty for once, and his kids were with his actual brother. Grace was probably tripping too, because she’d been drinking with Ally, when this shit was just a fucking normal party.
“Ice, leave the door, and come with me. We have to trash those kegs before anyone drinks any more, or we’ll have a mass of dead brothers here. Grease, get that fucking door open by any means necessary.”
“He has a head injury, he might not be up to full strength right now,” Sophie snapped at me, turning to kick the door with her pointy boot.
“Sophie, brainstorm with him and the others, and find a way into that room. Lives depend on this.”
“No shit,” she murmured, turning to talk to my woman. My wife. My fucking life.
“Tor, you stay here, babe, please don’t try the hero thing.”
She pressed a hand over her heart, and nodded at me, but I knew her. She was fiercely fucking independent, and getting stronger all the time.
“Please. I’m begging you.”
“Let’s go, dammit!” Ice shoved his way past me. I cursed and ran after him, wishing I could barricade those fucking doors. We ran for the vans, and the tools we carried as standard, and took anything remotely dangerous with us, so nobody else would get their hands on them, since who fucking knew where the keys were at this point.
From there, we ran to the rows of kegs on the shelving.
“Fuck me. This looked like a good thing, when I imagined us all getting nicely sloshed, but now? This is gonna take too long.”
Ice clambered up on the storage crates, beside the shelving lined with kegs, and hid the rest of the tools as high up as he could, then he started working his way along the shelving, carefully keeping one hand on the edge for balance, while heremoved the top plugs from each of the kegs, as I followed him, with the largest fucking wrench I could find, smashing it down on the beer-taps, and epically failing to dodge the shower of fucking lukewarm beer gushing from each of them in turn.
Ice barked a laugh as I took a blast of it to the face, and slipped over in the sodden gravel, landing hard on my ass.
“Fuck you,” I sniped, struggling back up from the rapidly flooding ground, and heading for the last keg.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Stag flew at me, knocking me back into the fucking beer lake I’d created, while the final keg suddenly spewed down on me like a fucking waterfall, as Ice kicked down hard on the beer-tap.
“Stag, back the fuck off,” I tried shoving him as I spoke, “get the hell off me.”
“Fucking asshole!” A fist crashed into my face, and I slammed my knee up into his guts, as Ice jumped down with another splash of fucking beer in my face, and dragged Stag away.
“You trashed the beer, you cunt!”
Jesus Christ, this guy. We moved him away and then I got up, and shoved the fucker down onto his ass, because if I was going to be fucking beer-soaked, then so was he.
“Oh come on. I’m not here to watch fucking beer wresting, can we please get back to the ladies?”
Tori
I’d been to somemessed up parties, back before what happened to me, but this was insanity, and I had no idea howthe hell it’d happened.
“Grease?”
“Yeah, I’m still here, just fuck… you’ll need to smash the door in. There’s something broken and jammed into the lock.”
“Can we try and pry the hinges off like they do on TV?” Sophie asked, realising a second later that the hinges weren’t even accessible from our side.
“Doesn’t really work like that since the lock is jammed. Grease, do you have clearance to get out of the way?”
