Roswell Fanatics

~Kyle~

"If I know Max, he’s probably stopped to make an...er....house call, if you know what I mean" I say with a grin while taking a seat on the couch. As I prop my legs up on Michael’s coffee table, my grin turns to a frown when I reflect on what I'd just said.

"Shit, that mother's probably getting laid as we speak and we're hangin around here like a bunch of assholes, waiting on him to wash the sex from his body" I say, incredulously.

"Fuck that...G, give him another buzz, if he's not on his way, tell we'll meet up at the club..." I say looking from Michael to Alex ”Kyle, needs to get himself some tonight...shooooot!”

<<<Max>>>

“Now come one guys, you know who I like to make an entrance.” I say as I walk into Michael’s apartment. He really needs to learn to lock his door.

“Sorry, about that, but I had to run home and change. I had that hospital smell all over me.”

Plus I lost my keys again on my way out. But I’m not telling them that.

“Alright, so what are we waiting for, let’s go.”

~Michael~

"Bout damn time Evans. Alright, lets get the hell out of here." I say as I walk toward the door.

"I'm setting the alarm now so, Larry, Curly and Mo, you've got about twenty seconds to get your asses out the door." I say with a smirk.

ALEX

Making my way out of Michael's car after Kyle and Max, I wonder if going out tonight is the right thing to do. After all, I have a long day tomorrow. Okay, so it's a long day of playing computer games but still ... a long day is a long day.

Not to forget that Kyle seems very intent to find sex tonight and knowing Max, he won't back down if Kyle dares him to find out who finds a woman first.

I just hope there won't be any fighting again tonight.

Kyle

After making my way out of Michael's apartment and down to my car, I get in and start her up. "Radio" I say and once again the tuner comes on to my favorite station. I roll down my window and say "Who wants to race?" Hey, what's life without a little daring.

~Michael~

"If you really want to lose Valenti." I say as I get into my red 1966 Mustang convertible and rev up the engine.

Kyle

If you really want to lose Valenti. Michael says over the roar of his Mustang engine. Michael and I get into position on the empty street ahead. I am vaguely aware of the look of alarm on Alex's face as I lower my radio. "Eat my dust, G" I say as I rev up my own engine, Michael smirks back at me.

"3...2...1.....YEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAW!"I yell, as I gun the engine and shoot off down the street.

~Michael~

Kicking the gas pedal down, I speed off, leaving black marks across the pavement and a cloud of dust from the tires burning. Speeding down the street, I pass Kyle with ease as I turn and give him my best cheesy smile.

"In your dreams Valenti!" I yell at him.

pimping themselves?


ALEX

It is a good thing that we are rich, otherwise, paying all those bills for driving too fast would be problematic for some of us. Sighing, I pat my car, "Not tonight, baby." before driving in the allowed speed limit after Kyle and Michael. Looks like Kyle will be losing.

I know those two think I'm crazy for always being a "annoyingly slow driver" but it isn't the speed that made me buy the Lamborghini, more the knowledge that I *could* buy it and the fact that it gives me a weird pleasure when I see other men's looks of envy when they see me and my car. Especially when those men are former school mates of me who used to beat me up. Hehe.

Wow, the club certainly looks interesting from the outside!

Kyle

I skid to a hault in front of the club, three quarters of a second after Michael. He gives me another wry grin as he exits his car. "You can thank me for letting you win by buying me a drink" I say, as I get out of my car and activate the alarm.

Max, who's taken the spot next to mine, arrives moments later as does Alex. I admire the outside of the establishment and notice Alex is doing the same. "Whooo weeee, check out that line!" I say, pointing at what had to have been at least 100 people standing against the building, waiting to get in.