Episode Five: The New Guy
The sun comes up on the next day and there's a new housemate for everyone to meet. He drags his suitcases up the stairs in the dead quiet house.

Until Patrick Kane and Brooks Laich jump out of a room with silly string and spray the newcomer with it as they yell very loud in the hallway.
Falling to the ground, we see our first glimpse of who it is. Jeff Carter is covering his eyes, screaming "NOT THE FACE!" as he rolls around on the floor.
Tyler Kennedy is howling with laughter at the turn of events, barely containing his joy at seeing another human so terrified. He fits in so well.
When the melee clears, Pierre McGuire comes out of the bathroom.

"Ladies, meet Jeff Carter. He is your new roommate for the remainder of this series. Hopefully you don't drive him out as well."
Jeff is pissed off already so it doesn't look too good for the boys. He doesn't like his pretty face messed with.
Later that day, Jeff is making himself a sandwich in the kitchen when Dion and Shea Weber walk in. They circle around Jeff, eyeing him up like they're going to eat him. Because if they could, they would.
"You think you're a real pretty boy, eh?" Shea sneers at Jeff.
"I bet he does with all those metro hair products in your luggage." Dion circles around his prey.
Jeff isn't fazed at all, "Yeah actually I am pretty fucking hot."

Neither predator moves, afraid that they'll spook the prey and they digest what he just said.
Then Shea looks at Dion, "Maybe we should give him the benefit of the doubt. We do need someone pretty to be our friend to make up for that forehead of yours."
Dion shrugs, "That's true. I'm calling a truce."
And that's how alliances are formed kids.

In another corner of the house, Brooks is upset that he is no longer the pretty one in the house.
So he brings out the bottle of Hypnotic he's been stashing away forever and starts downing it straight.

This isn't going to end well.
Sean convinces everyone to go out that night, choosing to ignore the obviously drunk Brooks Laich in the limo.

They get to the club and somehow Brooks smuggles in another bottle and he's dancing on the bar with girls that have no shirts on.
None of the boys stop him because they think it's too funny.
Patrick is hitting on the bartender who looks to be twice his age, Dion and Shea are cornering a girl between them and Tyler is doing body shots.
But that's when shit goes
Fight Club crazy.

Brooks accidentally drops the bottle of Hypnotic and that makes people stare at him when it smashes on the ground.

Brooks grabs the butt of one of the girls when she yells at him, "Get off me you perv!"
"But you're the one dancing with me!" Brooks yells back.
That's when this man gets up on the bar, "You just grabbed my wife's ass."
Brooks is terrified when the guy pulls out a gun from nowhere.
But that's when the cops arrive. Just in time.
Officer Toews handcuffs Brooks and he's dragging the culprit out of the bar when Patty stops them.
He is obviously intoxicated and Officer Toews debates internally whether to arrest him as well just to teach him a lesson.

But he doesn't.
"Officer, this man is innocent. He just dropped the bottle and accidentally hit on a girl who was with this man who brought a gun to the club. That's who should be arrested."
Officer Toews sighs, he doesn't want to do the paperwork. "Alright, just promise me that you'll get him home safely."
Patty holds his hand in the air in the Vulcan symbol, "Scout's honor, sir."
And Brooks is a free man, thanks to Patty's way with words.
By the time the limo gets them home, it is way past all of their bedtimes.
But that's when Sean Avery lets the bomb drop.

He's at the head of the stairs as the others are dragging ass up them.
"I've planned a trip to Las Vegas for the weekend. Who's coming with me?"
The six roommates stare blankly at him for a minute, deciding if he's serious or not. But he's dead serious.
Sean smiles sweetly at them, "Vegas or bust, bitches."
-&-Tune in for the next episode when Vegas swallows their souls whole and the boys left behind learn terrible (and entertaining) truths about their fellow housemates.