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“One at a time! One at a time!” Belch yelled out over the noise of his friends, shaking his head a bit at the childish nature of it all before he started to take orders. “Vic, what do you want to eat?”
“I want a cheese pizza with stuffed crust and cheesy bread, and do they still have cheese sauce available?” Vic responded with the confidence of a man who had no reason to fear dairy, unable to miss the look the other three handed him in return. “What?”
“Aren't you lactose intolerant?” Belch questioned with a bit more than concern, shaking his head when Vic opened his mouth to complain. “Fine. Patrick?”
“I'll split the cheese pizza with Vic, and a side salad would be nice.” Patrick remarked in a casual manner as he continued to flick open his lighter, not missing the look Henry handed him in return. “I don't want to hear it.”
“You disgust me.” Henry muttered as if the mere concept of a salad was a crime, not bothering to hide his disgust over Patrick's pizza order. “What kind of person chooses to eat salad?”
“Someone who doesn't have cholesterol issues.” Belch remarked as he scribbled down the order, turning his attention to Henry once more once he was finished. “Now I trust you want a meat lover's pizza, breadsticks, and chicken wings?”
“And ranch.” Henry added as he rested his back against Patrick on the couch, hissing out when Patrick tried to light him on fire in retaliation for his earlier comments. “Asshole!”
“I'll make the order.” Belch concluded as he headed towards the kitchen, hesitating for a moment as he looked over Vic's order once more. “Vic, are you sure about this?”
“I made my decision.” Vic responded with an uncomfortable level of firmness, tossing a leg over the arm of the chair he was sitting on. “I wonder if there's any ice cream for dessert..”
“There's some extra clothes in the closet for when he shits his pants later.” Henry whispered to Patrick as he continued to rest his back against him on the couch, seeming almost traumatized over what had occurred last time Vic had eaten that much dairy. “I'm not cleaning up the mess this time.”
“You want to trade?” Patrick asked much louder than Henry had, recalling the previous event with an equal level of disdain. “I got elected to stay in the bathroom with him last time. I almost passed out.”
“Better than making the call home to his mother about it.” Belch muttered as he looked up the number for the pizza shop in the phone book, not missing the look on Vic's face. “What?”
“It's not going to happen this time.” Vic assured them all in a defensive manner, not needing verbal confirmation to know none of them believed him. “Get me my damn cheesy bread.”
The decision to order pizza had been Belch's idea as a sort of special treat after Vic had hit a home run. Butch had to work late, so Henry invited them over to spend the night. The four of them were all set to have a decent night. It took about an hour for the pizzas to arrive, but once they had a bit of food and beer in their system, the real fun started. Patrick had convinced them to watch this late-night horror movie marathon. He loved to watch them squirm. Henry had his head in his lap while Vic and Belch sat on the floor in front of the television. In hindsight, dairy and horror might not have been the best combination for Vic, as it scared the shit out of him in the literal sense. It was bad. In fact, it was worse than last time.
“Shit..” Vic muttered as he rushed to his feet, unable to hide his discomfort as he rushed towards the bathroom. “I'll be back—”
“We need to stop letting him order shit with cheese.” Belch remarked as he realized exactly what had happened, shaking his head a bit as he moved to his feet. “I'll grab him some clothes.”
“I swear if he calls me in there again—” Patrick started to respond as he realized what was happening, not having a chance to finish his statement before he was interrupted by Vic calling out for him from the bathroom. “Damnit.”
“Go.” Henry ordered as he headed towards the kitchen to grab some supplies, unable to deal with the overall smell. “I have to clean up the mess he made.”
“This can't be good for his insides.” Belch muttered as he came back with the clothes, tossing them to Patrick so he could handle the situation. “Catch.”
“Thanks.” Patrick sighed as he caught the clothes, unable to miss how Vic called out for him once more with an increased level of desperation in his tone. “I'm coming.”
“My stomach hurts.” Vic complained as he sat there and dealt with the consequences of his own choices, watching as Patrick sat down next to him on the edge of the tub and lit a cigarette. “Don't look at me like that.”
“What do you expect me to do about it?” Patrick questioned as he watched Vic suffer, letting out a sigh when Vic reached out for his hand to hold. “Fine.”
If Vic ever doubted that his friends loved him, it was situations such as this that made it clear that they did. Patrick sat with him and held his hand as he dealt with the impact of his poor decisions while Henry and Belch dealt with the mess he had made. It took him over an hour to recover, and even that entailed two incidents where he tried to leave the bathroom but found himself right back in it a few seconds later. He loved cheese and milk, but it was clear cheese and milk didn't love him. Henry and Patrick made him sleep closest to the bathroom that night. The four of them took turns when it came to who had to be there for emotional support, and if Vic woke Patrick up more than the rest of them, then that was his business.