A Night on the Town ( concluded)

Entering the Fantasy Room involved passing through something that resembled the transporter
deck from Star Trek. A rush, a push and you stood in a dark smelly bar whose main light source
was a jukebox. Some unkempt pool tables made it practically impossible to navigate the room without rubbing against someone " whether ya fuckinwannernut."
Todd's Grand and other refreshments were agreeing with him splendidly until the Chrysler Gallery intern he'd fucked a month ago walked by and cut him dead. In his own special form of retaliation, Todd had a confederate at the bar pour him a neat triple that he tossed off like a rent boy. Evan noticed this as he usually noticed Todd's pathetic attempts at subterfuge but decided to wait it out. At this rate, he and Marcus would have to carry him into the house after last call. He
might do his dog imitation and crawl up the front steps on all fours.
It was all very George and Martha.

"Havig fun?" slurred Todd.
"Yeah sure. Is there something about tie dye that gets y'all hot, like the matador dude's cape?"
"Naw it's, um, just that, you being a stranger to this scene and young and ginger and all, um, makes you exciting new meat." Marcus had turned down fifteen propositions in the last two and a half hours. Todd leaned against the wall, about to slide to the floor.
He slid to the floor. The bartender whistled loudly.

"Where we goin' now?"
"We're going home, Todd."
" I want a nice greasy breakfast."
"Maybe Marcus will whip something up for you."
" I'd like that. Can I have you for brekkers, Marco?"
" Aw man, shut the fuck up."
Todd fell asleep, awakened by the transcabbie.
"Time to wake up, honey."
" Ummuh, yeah, 'mkay."
Marcus and Evan steered him to the front door steps. He looked around like he couldn't believe his luck. Evan knew what usually the this-is-all-mine? look .
"Marco? Ev?"
They nodded.
" I love you guys. I don't deserve your friendship ..."
" Come on Marcus, let's carry him in while he's on this crying jag ..."
" Okay .."
" On three. One two three."
They carried their burden into the house like pallbearers in a hurry.