by I'm Not Mister Mxypltk and GoozX
In the apartment complex:
"I'M COMING!" Shirley Francis yelled, running down the stairs to the front door as the person on the other side of it knocked on it for the fifth time.
When she was about to reach the door, she saw Mick Harrison coming out of the kitchen with a Twinkie in his hand. "Hey, I think someone's at the door," Mick remarked.
"You're unbelievable!" Shirley said. "I had to come down from the fifth floor!"
"Hey, the Doc said I had to avoid getting agitated so I didn't throw up again," Mick pleaded, taking a bite of the Twinkie.
"I think he was just trying to get you to stop calling him," Shirley said, opening the door. "And I don't think Dr. Quantos offered his services for things like stomach aches. Hey, Sam!"
"Need a little help here," Sam Dawson said, walking inside with a big, brown paper bag and a huge box.
"Sorry, man. Got my hands full here," Mick said, with one hand holding the Twinkie and the other inside his pocket.
Shirley grabbed the paper bag and, as she closed the door, said, "Wow, what do you have here?"
"Some things for tonight," Sam said, heading for the kitchen. "And please don't close the door."
"Whoops, I just did," Shirley said, following him. "Mick, open it."
"Shhhyeah, right."
"MICK."
"'Kay," Mick said, quickly opening the door.
Inside the kitchen, Shirley and Sam put the things in the table.
"What happens tonight?" Shirley asked, checking inside the paper bag. "What's this -- chips?"
"Snacks for the party," Sam answered. "And I got beer here."
"Party? Oh, with you guys, that's gonna end up pretty nicely," she said. "Why did you want me to keep the door open? You got more stuff in the car?"
"No, for them to come in," Sam said, pointing at the men walking into the house.
"Wh-who are they?"
"The band."
"Wh-what band?"
"The band that's gonna play tonight."
"Oh, that band," Shirley said, taking a large sigh and almost wishing she had gone to Uruguay with the rest of the team.
As the band set up and Sam threw the snacks into bowls, the bell rang.
Sam hurried toward the door and opened it. Barney was behind the door with a large crate. He stepped into the huge apartment complex and placed the crate down.
"The liquor is here," the jolly man said with a laugh. Two other men followed him in, one with another crate and the other with a keg.
"Are you kidding me?" was Shirley's first reaction.
"Cool," Mick replied, before getting a slap on the arm by Shirley. His hands shot to his mouth as he gagged.
"Not again!"