a swell night with a yellow pant

Russell fingers were pummeling nervously the mahogany desk, thoughts racing through his mind searching for an adequate response.
“Tell her you love her!” screamed a part of him
“Don’t you dare do that!” said another part of him “You might get hurt again!”
Russell breathed in deeply to calm his feverish thoughts and stroked the keyboard.
“It is me..!! How are you?” “Was it you who e-mailed me to my other address?
“So nice to hear about you”
As 9 o’clock chimed, Russell heard a car stopped in front of the house, he heard distinctly the slamming of four doors.
“Really good” he said “The more, the merrier”.
“I will have to come back to you later sweetie” he said on a loving tone as if he was talking to an invisible interlocutor.
Russell opened the door to greet his friends and a smile lingered on his face at the sight of his five happy and boisterous companions pushing each other while uttering crude jokes at each other expenses
“ what a promising night in perspective” he thought
After some briefs accolades and more salacious jokes, they headed for the living room.
They had brought some movies also, the Rambo’s series that some people
considered total flukes but pack with action which compensated the unsatisfying performance of Sylvester Stallone.
Russell and one of his friends went to the kitchen to retrieve the drink from the fridge; he had a good assortment of juices and sodas,
Microwaving individually each bag of popcorn he yelled his chattering friends in the living- room:
“Hey dudes, start the movie”
2 minutes later, they were all sitting gulping down drinks and popcorn eyes riveted to the plasma screen, laughing to the brink of tears throughout the hilarious adventures of Harold and kumar. At the end of the movie a tall guy wearing rimmed glasses proposed a party of poker, to spice it up they added the game of truth or dare As the game was going and the dares getting riskier, Andrew, The unfortunate loser was to go across the street two blocks down, where a woman in her sixties lived with for sole companionships 15 cats, the house reeked of animal detritus among other foul odors. The dare was to bring back an underwear.

A disgusted look came across his face, while the others were laughing so hard that they had tears rolling down their cheeks.
“And if she catch me?” he said “I am good for a few weeks in jail for trespassing”
“Don’t worry dude” replied Russell with a mischievous smile “ She is deaf and must soundly be asleep by now. »
“We all go with you, right guys,” said one with rubicund cheeks
“Yeah…right.. Yep…for sure” they said in chorus
Russell closed the door behind him as he left with his clique. After a short walk, they stopped in front of the chosen edifice. It was the typical house of a middle class neighborhood with its 2 bedrooms, kitchen, living room and one bathroom and a sizeable backyard with some remnant of truncated trees .
The house from the outside looked unkempt and had been neglected for so many years, that it was a wonder that the city had still not come to investigate the pile of detritus and garbage laying around the house. As they come closer to the house they were forced to pluck their noses and breathe through their mouth to diminish the scent of fetid stench lingering around the premises.
Andrew went through the gate and looked back at his friends with an indecisive stare on his face. Unable to repress an hysterical laughs which echoed through the silent night as if a band of crazed had just escaped from an asylum, the hilarious friends were signaling him to go ahead. He found a window ajar, and opened it wide. He stopped fearfully, when he heard a clang coming out of nowhere. It was just a cat who had land on top of a trash can. The house swallowed him. After what seemed an eternity, he emerges from the house, gagging with a hand on his mouth. Without a
word he threw at the feet of the tall guy a yellowish pant. With an agonizing retching he just had time to hide behind a tree to barf up, whatever he had for supper.He could barely walk, they had to half drag him and half carry him back.
By then 2:30 am had already chimed in and it was time for them to depart, as they took leave of him, Russell said:
“Thanks for coming dudes, it was a swell night”.

Everyone agreed except Andrew who just stared at them with a sour expression on his face. After the promise of another soirée, Russell watched them
drive away, he entered his house, and lock down for the night while a sigh of cheer anticipation escaped his chest.