|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 20, 2012 16:33:49 GMT
There comes a point in the night when you stop counting how many drinks you've had. Maybe its cause you just don't care anymore or your ability to count has fizzled to naught. Whatever the reason, Alex himself had stopped keeping a tally on his drinks quite a while ago. His best guess was when the shirt came off and he began to dance on top of some platform with a pole that a random stranger pushed him up on to... Ever since that moment the night began to pass in a blur.
"Monucaaa" Alex cried over the loud, incessant thumping of music while jumping off a raised platform. The atmosphere inside the club was heavy and humid, in desperate need of some ventilation. But when you had drank as much as these guys had, you didn't care anymore. On landing on the floor, Alex staggered about a bit, clinging onto some randomer for support before tottering off. His mousy locks were stuck to his forehead that was damp from perspiration and who knew where his shirt was now. Alex vaguely remembered handing it to someone. Hopefully it had been Chase.
"Monuca, you wan' another drink?" Alex asked on finding their corner. The young man grabbed on of the sharpies that was on their table for some reason and fumbled about with it while he tried to get the lid off. He'd been doing this all night. Getting a drink, going off to dance, coming back and... writing something on Chase. Alex unlidded it with his teeth and, with a shaky hand, scribbled "I am the unicorn man." on Chase's forearm.
"Its like, joder, yeah." Alex rambled with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Monuca, you dance now?"
outfit: minus the shirt
tagged: chaaase !
notes: clicky for place
|
|
|
|
Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on May 20, 2012 18:23:33 GMT
Chase couldn't remember the last tinehe had gotten this drunk. Probably with Brent. Chase couldn't remember anything right now. Alex had taken him to Heaven and he had just started drinking as much as he could. He vaguely remembered Alex going up and dancing on the forest, all he did remember was being given Alex's shirt and then watching as Alex danced on a pole. It was kind of amusing. Part of Chase's mind didn't think he should be here right now, but he was too drunk to care.
When Alex finally came back over he took the sharpie and drew something else on him. It seemed like Chase was Alex's drawing pad all night. He wasn't complaining. Mainly because he didn't have it in him right now.
"Dance... then more booze." Chase said with a smirk before standing up and grabbing Alex's hanf to drag him on the dance floor. Normally Chase wasn't a dancer, but he was when he was drunk. That was for sure.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 20, 2012 19:31:40 GMT
Chase was pretty much out of it. Alex could tell. It was strange to see his friend with so much drink down him. Not like the Spaniard was about to complain. They had had a tough day today, they deserved to let themselves wind down like this.
Alex let Chase drag him away back to the dance floor. So much for getting a breather. But it was Chase. Chase never danced. So Alex wasn't about to pass this opportunity to dance with his friend. It'd probably serve for giggles. And if he remembered, he'd poke fun at him tomorrow. It was a bit of a shame he didn't have a camera on him.
"Ya voy... I'm goin'!" Alexander giggled as he was weaved through the many other bodies that filled the dance floor. He snatched his hand back with another chuckle. The young man was usually the touchy-feely one, not Chase. Another point that proved just how smashed the guy was.
"Is...like... Brent gonna be okay with this?" The Spaniard slurred, his accent heavier than ever, while he moved in time to the upbeat music. "Like... di' you tell 'im you were goin' out with---Hey! Mira a ver por donde pises, idiota!"
[/i] Alex had been cut off mid sentence by a man that probably towered over him by around a foot. The guy had trodden on Alex's foot and the Spaniard certainly wasn't happy about it. outfit: minus the shirttagged: chaaase ! notes: "hey, watch where you step, idiot." [/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on May 21, 2012 1:38:09 GMT
Chase giggled at Alex when he said he was going. Of course he was going. No one passed up the opportunity to laugh at Chase when he danced. He may have rhythm when he's behind a drum set, but not when he's had a few to drink and has to channel that rhythm to his feet. Not going to happen.
"I dun know. I did't tell 'im." Chase said with a slight laugh. "'Ow could I? It was sudden!" He laughed as he tried focusing on his feet moving. He didn't even notice Alex yell at someone or the fact he got stepped on. "Fuck! I can't dance, Jay..." Chase said, giving Alex a look of pleading. He wanted to dance... but he couldn't. The place was extremely weird... Chase had been to gay bars before. But never with his best friend, whom he wasn't dating. He hadn't even gone to one with Brent... it was kind of weird. Plus... Chase was Bisexual. Not gay... that mattered. Didn't it?
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 21, 2012 7:24:45 GMT
"I think I know, Chay." Alex grinned cheekily, peering down at Chase's legs. Poor man was trying so hard. You honestly wouldn't think that he was a drummer in his spare time. And a damn good one at that. It was as if the man had gone to sleep in a shop that solely sold metronomes and had woken with no sense of tempo. Alex supposed he could try and right this.
"C'mere, twinkletoes." The Spaniard snickered, grabbing his friend and pulling him close. "Stay in time with me and you're good." Chase was going to move to the beat of the music whether he liked it or not. Alex was pretty much forcing his body to. Besides, in a place like this, this didn't look out of place. Everyone was pretty much mushed together - Alex even aimed a couple of well-placed elbows to other people that got too close. Dancing with Chase was one thing. Dancing with complete strangers was another. It wouldn't feel right now that he was with Reid.
"You go' it?" Alex had his hands on Chase and his shirtless body was just inches away from being pressed up against him. And the young man was completely unphased by it - they were drunken best friends, it'd be silly to read into any of this. Alex threw his head back and laughed merrily, it was safe to say that he was the better dancer. But then, unlike Chase, he had had lots of classes and practice.
"Poor Brent. Your moves better be more graceful in bed." Cue another snicker. This one more mischevious. Alex took one of his hands from Chase to run it through his tousled hair - it was a mess, sticking up on end and giving him a wild, party look. Alex's habitual look when he hit downtown: half naked, flushed and with crazy hair
|
|
|
|
Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on May 21, 2012 12:55:49 GMT
Chase didn't object as Alex pulled him close and started basically moving Chase to make it so he was actually dancing. This was why he never danced normally. He wouldn't be dancing now if he wasn't drunk. There was nothing wrong with two friends dancing together. In a gay bar. Drunk off their fucking asses.
Chase's drunken mind wasn't going to let him think of the fact he was dancing with another guy while he was drunk. Nothing would happen. Alex was his best friend. Chase's mind would be able to stop that, no matter how drunk he got. That he was sure of. Dancing with someone wasn't bad at all.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Chase said with a wink, temporarily forgetting to focus on moving his feet and steeping on Alex's feet. "Shit. I'm sorry!" Chase said, he hated dancing. That was for sure.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 21, 2012 13:18:35 GMT
Alex was about to jokingly comment on how Chase was a tease and that he wouldn't mind knowing, if he knew what he meant, but wasn't able to voice a single word. The devious smirk that had stretched from ear to ear faded into a blank expression, his eyes widening and his face paling at the same time. If it weren't for the loud music, you'd probably be able to hear a sickening crunch when Chase clumsily trod on Alex's toe with his heavy feet.
"Jo-Jo-Jodeeeer!" Alexander whimpered softly, writhing and twisting on the spot as he sank to nurse his toe with one hand, the other fisting Chase's shirt. Even amidst the numbing haze of alcohol, Alex was still able to feel the pain that throbbed in his toe. Had he broken it? It sure felt like it. The young man bit down on his bottom lip hard, enough to bruise - the pain wasn't fading. Chase had probably done some real damage. He needed to look, maybe even heal it, but he couldn't. Not here.
"Chaaase." He whispered, not able to vocalize any stronger. Although his friend definitely wouldn't be able to hear, he'd surely be able to see that Alex had mouthed his name. That or at least see how the Spaniard's eyes were smarting from the acute pain in his foot. With a shaky hand Alex pointed at the exit.
|
|
|
|
Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on May 21, 2012 14:51:13 GMT
Chase felt extremely bad. He shouldn't have gone out on the dance floor, that was for sure. He should have just stayed at the table and watched Alex dance and have a good time, that was a lot safer. He probably had broken Alex's toe. Alex was a light little twig and Chase was a big, strong, muscle guy. Those two things didn't add up very well.
"I'm sorry, Jay!" He yelled again, trying to catch Alex as he slowly fell the floor in pain. Chase put his hands on Alex's waist, but let him fall down anyways, following him down. "I told you I can't dance!" Chase told him in desperation. When he saw Alex mouth his name and then point to the door Chase figured he wanted to leave. That was fine with him. He wasn't going to dance in a long time.
"Hold tight." Chase said loud enough so Alex could hear him before scooping Alex up in his arms and carrying him towards the door. It wasn't like he was heavy or anything. Chase was careful not to bang his foot into anyone as they made their way toward the exit. Just as Chase was about to pull the door open and take Alex out he stopped to nick a bottle of tequila from a guy that was chatting up some other guy. The bottle was on the table, and the two gays weren't even paying attention. It was easy. He handed it to Alex before opening the door and taking Alex outside in the fresh air.
"I'm sorry!" Chase said again once he could hear better. "D-Do you think it's broken?" CHase didn't bother to put Alex down yet, he figured Alex would want to go somewhere else so he could heal his foot. He couldn't do it in plain view like this.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 21, 2012 18:20:18 GMT
Alex couldn't exactly remember who had said it but he distinctly remembered something about how a night out wasn't awesome until someone got injured. Badly. If he wasn't seeing stars and biting his tongue to stop himself from screaming blue murder, he'd probably chuckle and say that they maybe had a point. Breaking your toe possibly wasn't the most painful thing in the world but to Alex it was right now. He was a bit of a wimp that way.
Squinting his watery eyes open, Alex just saw colourful lights and blurred images of people swim past. And then there was tequila. That was always good. He unscrewed the cap and took a few deep gulps from the bottle. His only hope that it wasn't spiked. But then he'd worry about that later. Alex wanted to heal his foot. Now.
"Shu-shu--Ca-cállate, twinkletoes." Alex stuttered, swallowing down any moans of pain. "It...doesn't...matter." He brought his hand to wipe at his face blindly and then cover his eyes while he drank some more until they eventually were out of sight of all the muggles. Alex didn't care about all of the looks they would of gotten. In the eyes of the world a drunken man was carrying another drunken man in his arms and away to some dark alleyway. Nothing suspicious about that.
"Joder! Mierda!"
[/i] Alexander spat on being on the ground again and drowned more colourful curses down with yet more liquor. Then it was time for the fun part. Swaying from a mix of drink and pain, Alex whipped out his wand and carefully slid off his Vans. That part was easy enough and the dolor was minimal. Just as well he had been wearing slip on shoes and not, Merlin forbid, laced up shoes. And now for the trickier part: the sock. "Di-Diffindo." Alex hissed, trying to keep his hand as steady as possible as he ran it along the length of his foot. It didn't matter how hard he tried, the young man still ended up with a series of papercuts wear he tore the sock. But that, compared to his toe, was nothing. Without a moment to spare he hissed "Episkey" and then immediate relief. Alex stole the bottle again and flopped onto his back, breathing heavily with a dazed smile on his face. "Twinkletoes... you should reeeally watch where you step... tha'... tha' hurt." And Alex was back to normal, giggling away and not caring that he was lay on the floor in an alleyway, shirtless, sockless and shoeless. At this rate he was going to end up stark naked by five in the morning.[/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on May 21, 2012 18:41:38 GMT
Chase watched with worried eyes as Alex heal himself. It was a break... Chase felt horrible about it. He didn't know how or if he could help as he watched Alex take his shoe off, then cut off his sock. Then watched with a slight flinch as Alex healed his broken toe. Then he had gone back to being his normal bubbly self.
"I'm sorry!" Chase said as he sat down next to Alex on the alley. Snatching the tequila bottle out of his hands and taking a drink of it. Chase wasn't drunk enough yet and therefore knew he needed to do something about that. His chest hurt from carrying Alex, even though he was a twig, but didn't say anything because he didn't want Alex to know it was hurting. He'd feel it tomorrow he was sure.
"I tol'd you I couldn't dance!" Chase laughed before taking another drink. "I have no rhythm in my feet! Hands... on the other hand." Chase smiled wickedly before banging his hands against his legs in the rhythm of Camisado.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 21, 2012 22:02:47 GMT
"Come out more with me an' I'll fix tha'." Alex chuckled, sitting up straight to join his friend in an air instrument jam. The young man sang the guitar riff while enthusiastically strumming away to an air guitar, bobbing his head about for a bit. When he felt dizzy, Alex stopped and peered around and bingo.
Traffic cones.
With a deep snicker that rumbled with mischief, Alex scrambled up to his feet and tottered off towards them. There was an obvious stagger in his gait and he lacked the elegance that he would of had around an hour ago. Alex picked it up the neon orange cone and smirked to himself while he weighed it. The man brought it up to his head and placed it on, as if it were a hat.
"Sins! Do Sins! I wan--oops!" Alex stumbled about when the cone slipped from his head, giggling loopy all the while. "Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor and I can't help but to hear... no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words...." As he sang, he wiggled about on the spot, dancing in a way. Spotting a young couple down the street, bathed in the yellow glow of the overheard lamps, Alex took the cone to his mouth and bellowed through the smaller end with slight force, the cone only amplifying his voice as if it were some megaphone.
"WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING!"
They looked at him as if he were bat crazy.
|
|
|
|
Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on May 22, 2012 0:27:49 GMT
Chase watched in amusement as Alex went from air strumming a guitar and head banging to what Chase was beating on his legs to stealing a traffic cone and putting it on his head. He obey'd Alex when he asked for sins and picked up halfway through when he started to sing it. He could do this while he was sleeping, being drunk didn't effect him. Not when it came to drumming. That was his life.
"What a beautiful wedding says the Bridesmaid to a waiter! And yes but what a shame! What a shame the poor grooms bride is a ...." Chase stopped so he could let Alex finish that as he knew Alex loved that part. Chase was a terrible singer, but he could keep to the rhythm all right. It wasn't that bad, he was just a bit pitchy. There was nothing wrong with that. It was just why he didn't have a microphone when they had played out before. They rarely played out now. So it wasn't a big deal.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 22, 2012 1:38:07 GMT
Alex continued to sing with Chase through fits of incontrollable giggles. The romancing couple he had bellowed at and skittered off to a more secluded area to share their lip-locked moments in peace. When Chase left one of his favorite parts all for him, Alex's face lit up like a beacon. Stood, in the middle of the street, hair teased like a mad man's, shirtless and with no shoes, he brought his plastic megaphone up to his mouth and...the groom's bride is a...
"WHORE!" Alex shrieked over-enthusiastically. But he whipped round to face Chase with a triumphant grin on his face. Best part of the song that was. "Tha's you." He snickered before bounding off, cone tucked under his arm and heading for a nearby park by a field. Alex let his childish impulses wash over him. And right now he wanted to have a go on the swings. If he could even do that without hurling considering that state he was in.
"I was only joooking... you're no whore. You're... like... the less whorish person I know." Alex began to nod repetitively. It was true though. "Sometimes.... sometimes I'd wish I could be a bit like you."
|
|
|
|
Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on May 22, 2012 18:42:03 GMT
Chase laughed as Alex's face became happy when he got to yell out the whore part in the song. Into the traffic cone of course, to make his voice sound even louder. When Alex called Chase a whore he had just shook his head and laughed.
But when Alex's words became a tad more serious, drunken Chase tried to follow along. "Tis true... I mean. I've only slept with one person in my entire life!" Chase giggled. "Being me isn't so great." Chse mumbled before going on to say something he wouldn't say if he was sober. "I mean... I don't think anyone wants to have their drunk dad beat him every night before having to watch him beat your mom too."
It didn't even fully register with Chase that he had told Alex something that he was pretty sure he had only ever told Brent. Maybe drunken Alex wouldn't remember.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 23, 2012 16:24:34 GMT
"I've been with..." Alex began to count on his fingers how many people he had slept with. It was kinda hard. His thoughts swam in the thick fog that was his mind right now. He held bunched up fists in front of him with an expression that screamed "concentration". One by one he curled his fingers out, his slender eyebrows knitting together even more with every one. After a moment of mumbling under his breath and peering down at his fingers, he threw his hands in the air and began to swing.
"Who cares? ...This is no competishun!" Alex declared, grasping the cool chain that held the seat and kicking off from the ground. The young spaniard had lost count. When you ran out of fingers to count on that tended to happen. Alex probably would never confess such a thing. It actually made him feel pretty bad.
It took a moment to register what Chase said afterwards. It wasn't something you'd actually expect anyone to tell you anyway. When it dawned on Alex what his friend had exactly told him, his bet was on that he had paled when he stopped swinging. Drunk he may be but he was still able to show emotions fit for the reaction that this moment called for.
"Qué me estás diciendo, Chase?" Alex's voice was lowered to a silky, dangerous tone. What his friend had just told him was... serious. Alex had stopped himself completely from swinging and just sat there, upright, and body twisting towards the man. "Chase... he... beat you? That's... that's... Chase." This was another thing that his friend hadn't shared with him. First his mum dieing in his arms, and now his dad beating them up. Suddenly, a sickening thought passed through his head.
"Was that... how your mum died? If it is... I... can't..." Sad eyes from Alex. Very, big, sad, chocolaty eyes. The next thought that passed through his head was how he'd avenge Chase. Pushing the man down a flight of stairs, accidentally-on-purpose, and have something pointy and sharp waiting for the tumbling man at the bottom was winning so far.
Alex got to his feet, swaying a lot slightly, and he held up his arms for a hug.
|
|
