The Brat Pact: Nefarious

Chapter One
The cool night air blowing off the Pacific Ocean created a dense fog as crooner Noah West, AKA Nine, handed Ellis Snowdon a bag of hallucinogenic mushrooms before Noah touched his tongue to a Tweety Bird stamp of blotter acid. "Dawg, pass the burn," Harland VonLugwig slurred, talking to Ellis from the luxurious back seat of the Bentley Azure Mulliner, that was valued at slightly over $400 thousand dollars. Although the exclusive automobile was actually owned by Noah's father, famed Rocker, McNally West. "Dudes!Did you see that?!" garbled Attila Snowdon, who thought he saw something moving in the darkness, but he was sure he was hallucinating. "Bro, I didn't see aaanything," slurred Attila's older brother, Ellis. "Yo, I'm so buggin!said Attila, who had recently graduated from Yale with a doctorate in zoology, as he passed Pictures; another form of acid up to Noah, who drove his dad's prestigious vehicle along Pacific Coast Highway, in route to the Sweet Spot; the exclusive haven that Jacob Striberg's Uncle Lovie had built for the elite crew on the edge of the Pacific Ocean when they were 9-years old. And all of the privileged clan referred to Jacob's Uncle as Uncle Lovie because he dotted on each of them, as if they all were his very own children. So they would meet Jacob there, at the Sweet Spot, their home away from their Bel-Air homes, before they embarked upon their covert, coitus night with 5 prostitutes in a lavish hotel. Because the past four years had been filled with Black Days for all of the privileged boys. But they had always been at each other's side to lessen the blow of despair, when turmoil and trauma came to call, and it had for each of them.So tonight would be filled with celebration, because it was Jacob Striberg's 21st. birthday and Attila had now earned a doctorate. And Harland was successfully commanding his father's multi-million dollar culinary empire. While Singer Noah West and his band, Forlorn Seraph, had a triple platinum album and Noah was looking forward to embarking on a world tour with the band and his father. "Dawg? What's in this joint?" Ellis slurred, before he passed the PCP-laced marijuana cigarette to Noah, who took a long drag. "I'm bent," mumbled Attila, who had not outgrown his hair fetish and was now sporting a bleached purple hairdo. "I don't think I'm going to be able to drill the Hos tonight," Attila stuttered, as he passed a number of different forms of Pictures acid to Harland that included Moons, Goofies and Rainbows. "Bro, I'm sure you'll find the strength," Ellis garbled, totally hyped on drugs, as he talked to his younger brother, Attila. "Dudes, we are so going to have to take this night to our graves," mumbled Harland, who had always been the soft-hearted one, so he was utterly consumed with guilt. Because they had all agreed to secretly spend the night with 5 call-girls in an upscale hotel; forsaking their wivies and lovers."Dudes, remember Harland's 16th, when we took him to that big Ho' in Las Vegas, what was her name? Madam CC," Noah mumbled, as he began to giggle, dropping a hit of Speed, and he and all of his elite cronies began to howl in laughter."Bite me," Harland teased, as he laughed with his posh clan, while they all touched blotter acid on their tongues like it was candy; a ritual that had begun after Uncle Lovie build their secluded refuge on the cusp of the Pacific Ocean."Dudes, I am so fried," Attila slurred, "That burn kicked my"...when all of a sudden, there was an intense thud and the Bentley rattled. "What the hell was that?!" Noah slurred, as they all began to laugh hysterically, stoned out of their minds on cocaine, marijuana, acid, hallucinogenic mushrooms and White Cross, a form of speed. "I think we're buggin," Ellis said. "That joint was laced with pure PCP." "Christ! I think we must have hit a log or something!" Noah stuttered, as he pulled the exclusive car to a halt and lit another PCP laced joint."My dad will so kill me if anything happens to this car," he said, recalling the time when he and Jacob Striberg were 12-years-old and they stole his dad's Bentley to go to the San Fernando Valley to get laid. And Noan had soon earned nicknames like Nine."Keep your fingers crossed that there's no damage to the bumper," Noah slurred; dripping liquid acid called, The Kay, into both of his eyes before he staggered out of the Bentley, on to a secluded stretch of Pacific Coast Highway. And Noah stumbled into the night, in the fog, stammering around to the front of the extravagant car, where the headlights glared, highlighting the blood and bone that oozed from his father's European issue, front left tire. And he began to laugh hysterically. "Dudes,I'm so buggin!" he shouted, peering down at the bloody image in the darkness, certain that he was hallucinating as he continued to giggle.