Trevor's two friends, Guy(the disheveled-looking overweight one wearing a suit and tie that have seen better days) and Barry(the monstrously tall broad-shouldered beast, whose name sounds more like "Beery" when Guy says it), have done something I would have previously thought impossible--made me appreciate the subtle wit and insightful conversation of my partner Will Du.
In between burps, they delight in regaling us all with anecdotes, usually involving drinking, and always ending up pointless.
"I don't know why anybody would keep hosting parties here," Barry says at one point. "These things never turn out too well. Last time Guy got us both kicked off the premises."
"Oh?" I'm not sure I want to know, but... "And how'd he manage that?"
Obviously Barry wants to tell because he's almost laughing too much to finish a sentence. "He stole a little girl's bike, crashed it into the grill and then threw up in the kiddie pool!" Barry starts belly-laughing now, drawing a lot of attention our way.
I glance over at Guy, whose expression has still never changed. He shrugs a little. "What can I say, I got a little carried away...it was Trevor's welcoming party, and we were all--"
"Wait," I cut in and continue before someone can do the same to me. "Trevor, you had a welcoming party, too?"
"Yeah," he says. "The fat guy does one for every newbie."
I can't help but roll my eyes. "Well, thanks for the warning!" I huff.
"Oh. Sorry about that. I meant to tell you, but, you know..."
Before I can press further, Barry gets a disturbing gleam of excitement in his eye. He suddenly starts waving his arms and trying to attract a crowd. "I feel one coming on, Trev! Everybody! Gather round! Over here over here over here!" Eventually a few people become curious enough to wander over. Eventually Barry is satisfied by the crowd, and...starts gulping in air, or something.
As I'm trying to figure out what's going on, Trevor gently tugs at my arm. "You'll want to stand back here," he says as he pulls me so that we're standing back and to the side of Barry by a few yards each direction.
"What the fuck is he doing?" I ask.
"He's getting us kicked off the property again is what he's doing," Guy says. "I'm just going to go wait in the car." He actually does walk off after saying this.
Before I can ask anything more, Barry lets out a belch so loud for a moment I think my eardrums are shattered. People actually hit the ground at the sound of it, and I think several car alarms went off in the parking lot a few blocks over, and somebody's window might have even shattered.
After we've all recovered, I honestly don't know what to say or do at this point. A couple of teenagers start cheering like crazy, and Barry bows for them. Most everybody else seems either shocked or repulsed. It takes me a moment to realize Trevor is saying something, but my hearing is still recovering so I indicate to him he has to shout.
"He actually had to go downtown and get registered for that," Trevor explains. "Barry technically counts as a metahuman." With such prestigious company, is it any wonder that most of the world hates us?
