After a mood dampening evening on Skype with his unusually depressed friend Nick, Andy excitedly waits for his slightly less unfortunate friend Burke to come around for guns, poppers and High School Musical 2 fuelled adventure. A night is never dull when in involves Mickey Burke.
‘Yo bro. Thanks for coming 'round dude. I couldn't find the Devil Wears Prada so I picked up High School Musical 2, I hope that's cool?’ Andy offers the DVD to Burke.
‘Da. 40?’ He ignores the DVD.
‘Here dude. Why didn’t you say so.’ Andy passes him a 40 then trips around over a football. Burke sites there uninterested.
‘Dude, put the movie on! Do you think I look like the main character!?’
‘Da.’ Burke sits there, still barely animated. Andy sighs as he is interrupted from his trick to put the film on.
Having lost interest in the football Andy opens a bottle of poppers and sniffs pathetically before offering it to his friend. ‘Dude?’
‘Da! DA DA! DAAA! DOUCHEFUCK!!!’ Burke grabs the poppers, his reaction scaring Andy; he sniffs hard up his grimy runny nose to the bottom of his rotting gut. The room seems to widen with Burkes rectum in sick harmony.
‘Duddde! Go easy there, my moms upstairs! Fuck man!’
Burkes quick stare unnerves him, suddenly unfamiliar with his friend he asks a question, uninterested, only to break the awkward atmosphere. ‘Brought any guns?’
Burke reflexes like a wild animal. Seemingly out of control he grabs a long silver revolver from his holdall, kicks Andy to the ground and sticks the weapon in his mouth, scratching past his pearly teeth.
‘ARGHHHH!!!!’ Andy kicks and screams, the noise muffled by the gun he scratches and grabs his attacker in desperation. The breath is taken from him as Burke pushes the barrel into his throat. Helplessly Andy continues to struggle. He can do nothing as Burke molests him. The feeling of Burke entering him, the taste of the cold steal revolver, the putrid popper laced smell. The useless resistance stops, he passes out.
