Okay here's my next dare, this was Cass's dare with no due date...

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"El Guapo"


Jay, Wyn, Mattie and John had just been dropped off at the edge of the gate. The mansion was rockin already. The mariachi band could be heard escaping from the shutterless windows. “Mama Mia”, exclaimed Jay, “this is going to be a muy grande fiesta.” It sounded like the crowd had begun the congo line already. You could here the bass pounding… “da da, do do, da, DAH! da da, do do, da, DAH!” The group neared the front door, “who’s house is this again,” asked John. “I told you already,” responded Mattie, “it’s Voldemort’s although he sent out an owl last week that said for tonight he wanted to be called “El Guapo.”

At the door, Wyn looked for the doorbell…”ah here it is” she said as she pulled a string…. “Aye Carumba!” was heard over the roar of the noise inside and the door opened.

If the noise outside by the gate was loud, the level inside was deafening. Streamers and balloons where everywhere. Confetti was flying from little cannons up on the balcony railing. The smell of chile peppers was thick in the air. Near the center of the room the children were taking turns swinging a broomstick at a piñata shaped like Peeves. Everytime one of them hit it, it let out a noise like a whoopee cushion, “thhppppt.” “Wow, too bad that’s not the real thing, I’d like a swing at him, exclaimed Jay.

The group moved nearer the bandstand and started moving to the beat. “Ewww”, shouted Mattie, “John what are you doing?” she asked drawing everyone’s attention to him. He was shaking, almost convulsively to the music looking like a cross between a robot with a broken wire and someone with ants crawling inside their shirt. Jay and Wyn decided to go get a drink. As they moved near the bar, Ron spotted them and came over.

As usual Ron had way too much to drink, he nearly fell over his feet and collapsed in Jay arms. He looked up at Jay, “hey dude where’ve been, I’ve had to drink here all by myself….” He looked over at Wyn and raised an eyebrow….”woo woo who’s this?, you’ve been holding out on me…..daddio” Jay looked at him and said, It’s Wyn, big daddio,” Ron looked back at her and spit a little as he sloshed out, “ well I may be your daddio but this lady’s nacho mama……get it nacho mama…..not your mama…ah ha ha….wooops” and with that Ron fell to the floor in a fit of laughter at his own joke.

Wyn and Jay just left him there and got their drinks and turned around to see John on top of the bar dancing and Mattie grabbing his pant legs trying to wrestle him down , “ John come down here, you're making a fool of yourself.” No sooner had she ended her statement when the doors opened up with another “Aye Carumba” and in charged the members of the EE all wearing straw hats and ponchos.

Merman, Lotus and Elvpez were each carrying rifles shooting more confetti and drinking tequilla, Zymurgy had attached the biggest bushy mustache you’ve ever seen and from the smell of it hadn’t taken a bath in weeks…..and Cass, well it looked like Cass was riding a donkey. The party went deep into the night with the mixture of sounds filling the air. “da da, do do, da, DAH! thhhhpppppt!”

The revelers were having a great time. Ron was still on the floor and still drinking, the bar maid pouring the firewhiskey into his mouth from above, “ha ha he he…get it….nacho mama……..” he finally passed out as the final beats of the band quieted and the sun began to warm the eastern sky.






....fang