The store room of the club is a pig sty. Empty kegs line one wall. A ratty couch is parallel to them, facing the doorway. On the side of the kegs, a hallway stretches back a little way into darkness. Only a small, partially illuminated EXIT sign can be seen. It reads “EX T.”
Skeezer is stretched out on the couch and he is most definitely stoned. He clutches a bottle of whiskey in one hand, pulling it up to his mouth and swigging. He smiles and addresses his fellow revelers.
“Now, ladies…”
The two beautiful girls that had followed Skeezer to the store room kneel down on either side of the drummer. They are still gorgeous and still partially dressed. They giggle as Skeezer addresses them and have no compunctions about pawing at the rocker.
“What’re your names?” Skeezer asks.
The girls look at each other and giggle again.
The blonde answers. “Why do you need to know?”
Skeezer smiles and takes another swig. “Good point.”
Skeezer motions for them to come in closer. Both of the girls run their hands across Skeezer’s chest, arms, groin. He groans.
“Are you guys really going national?” one of them asks. Skeezer’s eyes are closed, he is getting into the pleasure of the moment. He nods.
“Hell yeah, ladies, it’s the big time from now on.”
The girls press in closer. Skeezer kisses the blonde as the brunette grabs the bottle from Skeezer’s hand. She takes a swig and sets it down. “Is it true that your singer guy was that little kid?”
Skeezer separates from the blonde and half-turns to the brunette.
“Yep.”
Both of the girls are wide-eyed now, staring at Skeezer. He leans in to continue making out with the blonde but she pushes him off. She licks her lips and grins.
“Did Orzo really…you know…with him?”
Skeezer’s brow furrows. He reaches for the brunette and she brushes his hands away. “I dunno, gotta ask him that.”
The brunette bounces up and down, getting excited. Despite her wardrobe, a child-like glee is apparent. “Can we meet him?”
Skeezer sighs and sits back on the couch. He grabs the bottle and tips it back. “You really wanna meet Michael?”
Both of the girls nod their heads enthusiastically.
Skeezer takes another swig, a big one, and takes a moment to recover. “Jesus Christ…I’m in this band too!”
Skeezer shakes his head, more interested in the booze than the girls. They stare at him, hoping he can fulfill their wish.
From out of the darkened hallway behind Skeezer, unseen by the two girls, a white-gloved hand slowly emerges, wrapping its fingers around the corner of the wall that the kegs are leaning on.
Skeezer howls, the girls giggle in delight, and the hand quickly disappears back into the darkness.
“All right, I’ll take you to meet Michael…on one condition.”
The girls lean in, still excited.
“What?” the blonde asks. “We’ll do it!”
Skeezer smiles. He lifts his rear off of the couch and begins sliding his pants off. “You’ll do me.”
The girls look at each other again. Smiles slowly play across their faces. They giggle, turn back to stand up. They start by taking off their jackets and concert shirts to expose two pairs of perfectly augmented breasts.
“We were going to do that anyway…” the brunette confesses.
The girls step out of their short skirts and descend upon Skeezer.
From out of the darkness of the hallway, the outline of the clown appears to glow. The whiteness is in stark contrast with the inky hallway. It is still shadowy and most of the clown’s face is hidden.
Skeezer and the girls have moved on to second base. Skeezer divides his time from girl to girl. He sits up on the couch and smiles, taking the back of the brunette’s head in one hand and the back of the blonde’s head in the other.
The girls shake off his hands and bend down, ready to work.
“We’ve got this,” one of them says. Skeezer doesn’t care which.
Skeezer smiles and shuts his eyes.
“It’s pretty big, ladies, so no fighting…”
Behind the trio the clown emerges fully from the hallway. He moves quickly, a colorful blur of mayhem. It glides around the side of the couch, standing behind the girls and looks down at them. It claps its white-gloved hands.
The clown reaches down slowly and places his hands on either side of the girls’ heads as they work Skeezer’s junk from top to bottom.
The blonde smiles and half turns. “I said we got this.”
“You sure do,” Skeezer grunts out.
The blonde catches the colorful clown suit from the corner of her eye but, before she can warn anyone, the clown slams the girls’ heads together with a sickening crunch. The force of the blow opens their heads like eggs. Blood and gray matter slop onto Skeezer’s genitals as the clown drops the girls.
Skeezer’s eyes snap open.
“What the fu—”
The dumbfounded drummer stares up at the clown.
It towers over Skeezer and slowly raises a white-gloved hand. The clown extends a single finger and wags it in front of the Skeezer’s face as if chastising a child.
“Uuuh…sorry?”
The clown descends upon Skeezer. The rocker screams. The clown grabs Skeezer’s head, one hand on each side, and digs his thumbs into Skeezer’s eye sockets. With a great amount of effort, the white-gloved thumbs slowly turn crimson as they move farther and farther into the musician’s skull, making a terrible squelching sound.
Skeezer’s body quakes as if he is having a seizure. He manages to scream for a moment until that dies out from the shock or the pressure on his frontal lobe. The clown is knuckle deep before Skeezer’s body stops shuddering.
The clown pulls his thumbs out and moves to wipe them on his outfit. It thinks twice and simply takes the gloves off. It drops them on Skeezer’s gore-covered groin. Without missing a beat, the clown reaches into the puffy shirt sleeve of the clown outfit and pulls out another pair of white gloves with a happy squeal.