revenge of the gooch

I was sitting on the couch waiting for the onslaught of judgement. Anthony was fussing in the kitchen and smacking plates down. I tried to remain casual but I was still tweeky from all the booze i had just consumed sitting on a patio. I sipped a little bit of water and rehearsed my very calm and always collected response. Anthony smacked into the stove trying to get around it and cursed. he swore a lot these days... i tried to put it out of my mind that i was a factor in the increased cussing.

"LISTEN, I don't... I don't need to have this hapening right now."
"What? You don't need WHAT?! Please bring me on board for the neurotic cruise boat vacation we're about to embark on."
"You.... I don't want..."
"Say it... Say it right now."
"I don't want him over here."
"Do I get to tell you which one of your friends you can't have over? That's bull... Just because he fooled around with Dan doesn't make him a bad person!"
"I... I don't want to have him in the house."
"We're in my room... playing Sega... with a cd playing. How does this ruin your existance?"
Shaking of head... I was going to blow my top. "Oh YES Anthony, because I make friends SO easily! Let's just turn someone away that I have a good time with!"
"His name is GOOCH. You're hanging out with someone who's nickname is the slang term for..." [terse hissing whisper] "The patch of skin between your balls and asshole!"
"It's his nickname! I call you Whiny Faggot... it's not indicative of your entire personality!"
He turned heel back to the kitchen and walked into Gooch walking into the back porch.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY Anthony! High five!" I heard silence and Gooch trying to entice Anthony to give up some skin. "Leavin' me hanging here... just out in the open... one man... one hand... no high five. what are you doing to me dude? All right then, see you on the flip side bitch."
"Dude!"
"Gooooooch!"
"What's the issue over there in the kitchen?"
"Don't ask... he's in a froth because I didn't do the dishes. Did you bring the movie? I'm dying to see what cover they picked."
Gooch reached into his knap sack and pulled out a dvd case. He winged it at me to catch and already I was impresed with the colour scheme.
"phoooo... shit that's nice! I can't believe that they paid the extra cash to have someone design the cover!"
"Good production values... they want to try and class these softcores up."
"98% of the reason why people pick up a porno is what they see on the front. it could be different people in the movie, but who gives a fuck? They already rented it."
I turned the case around to face Gooch. "Dude, I'd be drawn to this on the shelf."
"I know! It's a good flow into the picture..."
"Question."
Gooch tossed himself onto the couch with his legs draped over me.
"Yes?"
"When you're hired for a porno, do they give you a budget to get yer cock and man-snatch waxed or is the expectation you'll pay for it on your own?"
"More or less it's my responsibility. If they tell me that they have something in mind I'll try and get them to shill for it, but as a rule i'm the one who pays for it."
"Next question: who do you pay for it? Do you just walk into a spa and tell them you need a smooth ass and package?"
"I got a girl who does it. Real nice job... no rashes or bumps."
"The results speak for themselves...."
"Thanks!"