Travis Cooper
"Travis, you're such a douche." Jerry shook his head. "You were supposed to wear a costume, dummy."
Travis glanced down at his open Hawaiian shirt and pinstriped shorts. "Shut up, bro, I am wearing a costume. I'm a beach bum!"
"Laaaaaaaame." Jerry and Howie chorused, with the older jock adding in a "douche!" poorly concealed by a cough. They grinned at each other before smirking at Travis.
"Suck this, bitches." Travis scoffed, cupping his crotch and flipping the other two off. "Least I'm not wearing a costume like a baby."
Travis reconsidered his statement upon seeing Howie look particularly hurt by the taunt - he forgot sometimes that not so long ago, Howie was a skinny little nerd who got teased by dudes like him and Jerry, and his skin was still pretty soft, proverbially speaking. Jerry and Trav had inducted him into their little gang in return for tutoring from him, and he in turn had introduced them to comic books and nerdy crap.
But once he took his eyes off of Jerry to apologize, the big Spartan warrior quickly got him in a headlock, forcing his face into his hairy pit!
Jerry Goldwyn
"Frrrrghh ghrrmmmmm!" Trav struggled, finding it difficult to even breathe through the musky scent of his buddy's pit. He forced himself to inhale so he could hold his breath, but then spindly fingers pushed his Hawaiian shirt up out of the way and began tickling his sides, forcing him to take big gasping breaths of pit-tainted air from his buddy's underarm between laughs.
"Keep goin', Howie, he likes it!" Jerry jeered, and the shorter man continued his way up the senior's sides into his armpits.
Finally Travis tapped Jerry's bicep and the big jock-bro let him go. "Blecch."
Jerry smirked. "Now apologize to us."
Howie blushed, raising his hands. "Jerry, come on..."
Travis shot Jerry a dirty look, but nodded to Howie. "You look good in your costume, man. I didn't mean to make you feel bad."
Howie blushed harder, but laughed when Travis glared at Jerry and snarled, "Bro, deodorant. Ever heard of it?"
"Can't say that I have, no." Jerry chuckled. "Now are you ready to do this?"
Travis glanced at Howie, then nodded. "Alright, Spidey, you ready for the Halloween tradition?"
Howard Finnegan
Howie nodded nervously. "So what is this tradition?"
Travis chuckled. "Legend says the old hill house is haunted by a ghost. So every Halloween, Jerry and I spend the night there and try to catch a glimpse of it."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Howie asked, making Jerry and Travis laugh.
"Not unless you're scared of ghosts, Howie." Jerry smirked.
"No, no. I'm not scared."
"Good. Because we need bait, and one of us has to lure the ghost out..." Jerry said, as he and Travis led Howie towards the house...
