"Sam used to come in with these crazy shorts that were like strung up past his thighs, like IN-FUCKING-SANE," screamed the curly haired Jew. She had entered the party without introduction and the whole group stood aghast at her obvious insanity.
"Like, he'd stand there, like clearly trying to get a hard on in front of us like we'd ACTUALLY be impressed. Like 4 inches, whoop-D-fucking-do, lets write a fucking letter home, oh my fucking GOD!!!"
She threw her head back in a bawdy unattractive laugh that had even fellow chosen ones flinching in disgust. No one could remember who had invited her but she had been SOMEONE'S friend from college. She always seemed to turn up at these events.
Xavier was in the corner huddled with his buddy Juan. They weren't really friends but their common ability to chug red wine had made them bosom brothers.
"I dunno bud," Xavier was saying, "I don't honestly know if any man is designed to have sex with the the same singular woman for a long period of time. "
Juan teetered back in bibulous agreement and clapped his hands.
"It's TRUE," he exclaimed in an excited whisper, "man was never meant to be monagomous."
Xavier picked up his empty wine glass smashed it with emphasis upon the dresser in front of him. He could not feel the blood trickle down his hand.
"Right! RIGHT! The idea that there is 'one true love' is absolutely farcical. It's a Judeo-Christian construction born out of a convention that has, for the most part, been proven ineffectual. Like honestly, I try to have at least four to five biddies around just to keep MY fire roaring."
The two cackled indiscriminately and grabbed the tequila shots that had been sitting next to them.
Thae curley headed Jew was loudly expostulating with a WASP about the importance of running on a treadmill as a large Negro entered the room. His deep bass voice halted the room.
"Hey," he cooned, "any of y'all got chicken?"
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