Demented story:
Here's a short one. Waverly doesn't play the fool in this story (for a change), but rather was a first hand observer (this may sound like an urban folk tale, but I saw it happen.) I am at one of those truly hedonistic parties that guys love so much; canoe races, people drinking while standing on their heads, and the evil catalyst: pure grain alcohol. I knew most of the people there, including a couple close friends.
After some time, one of my buddies finds that his younger sister has tracked him down in search of some fun herself. Thinking this is not the best place for her, he starts to find her a way home (he may have been not up to driving, or perhaps was having too much fun to leave on himself.) His eyes settle on another buddy, a trusted friend who seems more than capable of the task. "Sure I will take here home, pal"
So minutes yield to an hour, maybe more, and the first friend starts acting very suspiciously. Where did his trusted friend go after taking his sister home? Why isn't he back? Well, reader, I know you have guessed- but you don't know the half of it:
The tardy chauffer arrives, and anyone within sight of him stops what they are doing to take close look at him (my guess is that both he and the sister had more grain alcohol than any guessed.) He has his button down shirt mis-buttoned by 2 buttons, half the tails are out while the other half are in, his fly is down and I swear the passenger is visible, and there seems to be lipstick far away from anyplace you would normally expect to find it
. A look at his eyes tells my irate friend that this is no elaborate joke. Pop. He was lucky to get away with a black eye, while Waverly snickers into his drink.
Besides, she probably likes nice guys; a club that doesn't count Waverly as a member. 
