"Just cause you still have the body of a pre-pubescant kid and can't grow one of these yourself, right?" Rusty teased, slapping the back of Brad's shoulder. "I know your ways, brother, I know your ways. I better not wake up to find my designer stubble's been shaved so you can sleep with a pillow of their glory under your face. Also you're cleaning it up if he pukes," As he meandered downstairs Rusty stretched, diving straight over to the rest of the Chinese. "Know what we missed? Music. We could have had a fucking dance off or something. I'm such an ass, music is the key to the food to the love. Could you imagine seeing a drunk Peter dancing? Or a drunk YOU dancing?! Maybe I should get that music teacher to come do a set with me, I can't believe he's here... and then there's a few hotties around... shit I'm drunker than I thought... give me a beer!"