The atmosphere was great at the House of Blues Los Angeles. Charlene, Megan, Tomak, Clark, and Dave were doing a sound check for the Charlene Kaye and the Brilliant Eyes opening act. Darren was there and it felt like they were back in college, minus a few important people, though. Everyone was swaying and mouthing along to Poison Apple. Then, all of a sudden, with no warning, Joey just slapped Joe across the face harder than any of the other slaps had been. The force knocked Joe off of the speaker he had been sitting on. It was so loud that Charlene got startled and stopped singing mid-song. It had been the most random slap of them all. There had been no provocation whatsoever. Joey had just felt like using his last slap, so he did.
"Joey, what the hell was that?" Darren asked with concern as Joe got up.
Jaime stepped forward. "That, my friend, was the finale of the most epic Slap-Bet in history."
"Slap-Bet? That thing from college when we were too broke to bet real money?"
"Yep," Lauren said, "And I must say, I think that Joey made great use of his five slaps."
"You are learning well, young Jedi," Meredith teased, nudging Joey.
Darren's expression went from confusion to an amused grin. "Oh, I remember that bet now! Joe bet that Nicholas could eat a giant bowl of Froot Loops with Red Bull and beer instead of milk and keep it down."
"Yeah! Joe slapped me after Nicholas ate it, but then he puked, like, ten minutes later," Joey said.
"And Lauren said that Joe had to get five random slaps," Darren laughed, "Joey got him once during Me and My Dick rehearsal! We were practicing Ready to Go and then Joey just smacked Joe right across the face! It was hilarious!"
Everyone fell quiet. Darren stopped chuckling once he noticed the awkward silence. He looked around nervously, not knowing what had happened. Joe began to laugh menacingly. Joey cowered behind Julia. Darren looked back and forth between everyone else, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in deep confusion. It was the perfect 'Darren doesn't know' moment.
"If you slapped me during Me and My Dick, then you slapped me six times, which is one more than my punishment was, isn't that right, Slap-Bet Commissioner?"
"Lauren, please," Joey whimpered.
Lauren shrugged, not even trying to look sympathetic for her terrified friend. "Sorry, Joey, rules are rules. You slapped him six times. Joe, you can get him once."
Joey made to run from the stage, but Brosenthal grabbed one arm and Dylan grabbed the other. Joe swung his arm back and forth several times to loosen it up. He raised his right hand high in the air. Joey was squirming, trying to get out of the hold he was in, but he couldn't. He screamed like a little girl as the hand collided with his face. The House of Blues manager came running in, thinking that one of them had been injured. The scene he walked in on was much stranger, though. There were a group of people circled around four of the men. One was laughing triumphantly. Two others were holding one who appeared to be having a mental breakdown with a large, red handprint on his face. The guy turned and went back to his office, not even caring to ask what was going on. He didn't want to know.
Brian turned to Darren. "Dude, we came up with the best shit in college."