Will the real Casey Conduit please stand up?

 So, let's talk this through; on the night of our improv touch football game I went to the store with the eldest of three siblings to get liquor for the evening we proceeded to make Scooby Snacks as a drink and watch B rated movies I was so exhausted from chasing the football in the flag football game which I had never participated in before that I could barely move on top of the many Scooby snacks that I was fed at someone's house who shares the name of an actress from X-Files. said person suggested that I take a shower and clean up and it would probably help relax my muscles I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower and that was about as far as I got. suddenly through a door that I didn't know was on the opposite side of the bathroom I was joined by someone else, the youngest of the three siblings. now either it was the person who had previously forced himself on me or it was the person who told me that they posed as that person and forced himself on me. now this is only important because well either they both are my notebooking partners or they're both my notebooking partner. also I noticed that when I came out of the shower the oldest sibling was missing and shortly thereafter he reappeared and said that he was headed home right before I saw someone else who i recognized. I even asked the host why he was here with who or how he got here or why he was here because he wasn't part of our group and I was surprised to see him. although, now that I know that there's someone else there that I didn't know about it, kind of makes more sense that said other person may have been with the eldest sibling during his disappearing act.

Now, the host's younger sibling was supposed to be out of town, but later we learned he returned early, or didn't leave town at all. He was supposed to go to a music festival or rave in Phoenix. He lost his ID and therefore couldn't go. 

After seeing who I thought was Chris prince, I went out to smoke a cigarette in te driveway. In the distance, in the neighborhood across Swan, I could distinctively make out the tail lights of a very familiar vehicle. It was a Buick Roadmaster,  which, pulled away after a car door slammed.