“Come on, man,” Jeff said, “Don’t you think we should go home now?”
“What?” said Nick with a belch, “Why?”
“I mean, you said you’d only come out and get one drink, just to see what it’s like, and I think you’re getting drunk…” said Jeff, “I mean, I shouldn’t even be letting you do this in the first place, and – Jesus Christ – put your clothes back on!”
“Look at my body, dude!” slurred Nick, who had lifted his shirt up over his furry pecs and tight stomach, “Look at it! I’ve got a hairy chest! And muscles! Feel ‘em!”
“OK, that’s it!” said Jeff, taking the beer from Nick’s hand and pulling down his shirt, “We’re going home, and you’re taking that suit off right away. You’re a 16 year old kid, Nick! You shouldn’t even be in this place!”
“Do I look like a 16 year old kid?” chuckled Nick, “Hey – do I look like a 16 year old kid!?”
He stumbled over and placed a big meaty arm around his brother’s shoulder.
“Cuz I’m pretty sure I look, like, even older than you!” He said, “Check this out! I’ve got stubble! I’m gonna have to shave tomorrow!”
“I don’t think so, buddy!” said Jeff, “We’re gonna take you home, get this suit off, and you’re gonna wake up tomorrow like none of this ever happened. And I am never letting you dress up as an adult again – not until you’re old enough!”
“But I can still use your other suits?” asked Nick, placing a puppy-dog look on the handsome face of the suit he was wearing, “The ones that aren’t adults?”
“Yeah,” said Jeff, “I suppose so.”
“You’re the best!” said Nick, planting a big, drunk, sloppy kiss on his brother’s cheek, “I love you, bro!”