Make A Scene - chase -

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase's mind was slowly slipping with how much alcohol he had consumed. He didn't mind. He really wanted to feel numb right now. Especially after his mind had processed what he had told Alex. No one knew but Brent. This was why he didn't like alcohol. Okay. So that was a lie. He did like alcohol.

"Yeah. But that was a long time ago... Brent helped me get over it. I wassa mess for a long time... but. He helped me." Chase looked at Alex, trying to tell him without telling him that it was because of that Chase had fallen in love with Brent. "But... him beating me made me run off to play drums!" Chase said like it made up for what his father did.

"No. She died after she kicked him out when I was 16. But I think she died 'cuz she was so upset about it and everything. When she got sick... she just didn't fight." Chase was at school when his mom got sick. Only got to see her in her final moments. Then he was on his own in the world. Chase had never cried as much as he had when he realized she wasn't there anymore. He couldn't protect her in the end. "My mom got me my first drum set... told me whenever I got upset or something to bang them." Chase said with a thoughtful look on his face. "I'd teach myself to play after he'd beat us. After he'd pass out from the alcohol or go out to drink more."

It was weird how drunk Chase could be, yet the memories would still be able to haunt him. He remembered nights of crying and holding his mom in a closet. Hoping his father wouldn't find them, or would just pass out without beating them. They lived in fear for so long... it just became normal for them. But never right.

He walked forward and wrapped him arms around Alex. "Don't worry, though. 'M fine now..." Chase said, trying to smile even though he wasn't even looking at Alex. It was more to convince himself than anything else. Chase hadn't talked about this stuff since he was younger and in school. To Brent. Only Brent.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Hopefully what Chase was telling him wasn't true. Maybe someone had slipped something into that bottle of tequila and right now he was imagining this. Maybe it was some big, fucked up hallucination thing he had going on right now. Because this was heart breaking to hear. Chase and he had been friends for years yet he hadn't mentioned this once. Alex had told all three of them what had gone down with his parents, as embarrassing as it was for him to find out that he was a bastard, a guy with no dad. And back then Alex would of done anything for Chase, and still would mind you, and to find out about all this just now was... there wasn't a word for it.

"Fucking hell, Chase." Alex whispered, letting slip a cuss word in English - that was just how taken aback he was. "I... I don't know what to say..." All those fucking years, greeting him with smiles and waves and not once had he really suspected anything. He brought a shaky hand up to his hair and ran his fingers through his slightly greasy locks. "Fu-fu-fuck." He sighed breathlessly when Chase pulled him in for a hug.

Alex clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, burying his face into Chase. His friend might say that he was over it but... fuck, what did Alex do now? He pressed his face harder into Chase, feeling his cheeks grow wet. He knew crying for him wasn't going to make it better. Tears never fixed anything from experience. But he couldn't help it. Alex didn't know what else to do. What did you do when you found out that your best friend was abused when he was younger and that his mum passed away in his arms as an indirect result of it.
"I'm... sorry, Chase. I really don't know what to say."

Certain that this face now just resembled what a drunken man's face would usually look like, he pulled back and quirked an eyebrow.
"You wan' me to go... like... hurt him?" Alex was saying it in joke, hopefully trying to lighten the mood. But he couldn't help but feel a certain note of seriousness in it. Like I said before, Alex would do anything for Chase.

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase didn't want Alex to feel bad about what he had told him. He didn't mean to tell him honestly. It just kind of slipped out. Alex was his best friend though. Chase could have let it slip to someone he didn't want knowing. It could be a lot worse.

He held Alex tight. Not wanting to let go. Ever. It actually felt good telling someone else other than Brent. Talking to someone else other than Brent. He never thought he needed to. But maybe he actually did. "Don't worry about it, Alex. I'm fine. I promise." Chase whispered, still holding him tight.

When Alex pulled back and asked if he wanted Alex to hurt him, Chase actually chuckled. It looked like Alex's cheeks were wet. Was he crying? "No. I'd rather just pretend he doesn't exist. He might be dead for all I know. I haven't talked to him nor heard from him since my mom forced him out of our house. I don't want to either."

Chase looked at Alex. He felt bad. "I'm sorry I never told you before... I just. Couldn't. Ya know?" Chase looked away, kind of ashamed he never told Alex before.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"Yeah... and I hope he is dead." Alex was never one to wish ill will on anyone but this time he made an exception. Never had he meant something bad so much before. If he was sober this vindictive side of his probably would of taken him a bit by surprise. Alex wasn't usually a spiteful person. But this... scum of a man deserved it. How dare he lay a hand on Chase and his mother and still be called a "father".

Alex took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his palms. His face felt foreign under his skin, like partially numbed by drink and the biting cold.
"Its... a pretty big thing... I understand if you didn't want to tell me back then..." Alex made a lunge for the bottle and took a hearty slew. "You and I just have more in common now. Family background ain't so rosy." He chuckled an empty chuckle that was completely devoid of mirth. This was no laughing matter after all. But he didn't want his high to plummet into a void of self-loathing and recalling of regrets. Alex drank again from the bottle and passed it to Chase while he sluggishly wiped his mouth with the back of his other hand.

"But... you ever wanna talk, you know where I live, righ'? Even if its just to vent steam when... y'know... if you and Brent argue or some married couple crap like that." This time Alex chuckled more genuinely and picked up his traffic cone again. He peeped through the hole in the corner and held it up like a telescope, pointing it at Chase and watching him through it. "I've always got my eye out for you."

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase didn't know if he hoped his dad was dead. It was his dad after all. Someday he'd like to find him. To find out if his father was still alive. If he was still drinking. Maybe he had found another wife to have a child with to beat up when he got drunk every night. Chase sure as hell hoped not. That would be terrible.

"I-I only had the strength to tell Brent." Chase admitted in a whisper. He had probably said that before in some way, but his brain wasn't working right at the moment and therefore he didn't care. Chase turned back to Alex and smirked. "I guess this kinda makes us closer, no?" Chase asked before taking the bottle from Alex and taking a long swig. The bottle was about to be empty at this rate. "We need more booze." He said offhandedly.

Chase leaned toward Alex again and gave him another hug. "Thanks, Jay. It means a lot to me, ya know." He hugged Alex, probably for the lack of ability to move. Chase didn't know why he hadn't told Alex before. They had always been best friends. He didn't know why he hadn't. Reid didn't know either.

"Even if you don't like me talking about Brent around you?" Chase asked with a sad smile, trying not to remember the conversation in the Three Broomsticks.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"Yeah, we closer now." Alex slurred, thumping his chest gently where his heart was. "We're like... a dishfun...dicefun...dicefunshunal? Yeah! Dysfunctional family. I'm the cool uncle, you the dad that knows what to say, Brent the... daughter that whines? And Reid... the dog...that's hairy?" The more Alex rambled, the more he realized that he wasn't making any sense. Reid? The dog? Sure, he had a beard but that still didn't make it have sense. Brent being the daughter made more. Alex didn't really care. He was actually rather proud of himself for using such a big word when his grasp on English was fading away.

"You know what I mean." Alex mumbled into Chase's shirt, leaning his weight onto him, giving up balancing for a few blissful moments. "You give the bestest hugsss..." He chuckled when he wrapped his arms around Chase. Alex thought that everyone gave the best hugs. The day that he refused one would be the day the world would end.

"I can deal with you moaning about Brent. I'll surviiiive." Alex snickered, pushing away from his friend. Then, suddenly, his face went pale and he looked shocked at something, as if he'd just realized something. Alex lunged for his megaphone traffic cone and held it to his mouth.

"Oh no not I! I will surviiive! As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive!" Alex sang enthusiastically as he started to march down the street, and away from the park. "I've got all my life to live, I've got my love to give... I will survive!" Only Alex would probably break into this song with a cone in the middle of the street and not feel a single trace of embarrassment. It was Alex. He probably needn't even be drunk to do this.

"C'mon, twinkletoeees... you know you know the words!"

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase's intoxicated brain was trying to process what Alex was saying, but he was farther gone than Chase was. Alex had started drinking before Chase and had drank more than Chase. But to compare Reid to a dog? He was seriously out of it. Majorly.

"Brent can act like a whiny girl sometimes. But 'ats why I love him..." Chase said with a small smile. "And... you like... dogs?" Chase asked him with a chuckle. That was kind of random to compare his own boyfriend to a dog. But hey, whatever turned him on. Eh?

When Alex started singing, Chase couldn't help but laugh. It was funny listening to Alex sing. "No singing for Twinkletoes..." Chase said with a slight pout before noticing a beetle looking thing on the ground. Without thinking twice, Chase put his hand down to let it crawl in his palm with a sadistic smile on his face. He knew Alex didn't like bugs. Obviously, since he didn't even like the thestral.

Chuckling, Chase brought his hand up to Alex's head and let the beetle crawl onto his head and into his hair when he was singing into the traffic cone. "Hey, Alex... there's something in your hair." Chase told him, trying not to burst out in laughter. "A bug looking thing. Beetle of some sort."

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex waved off Chase's dog comment with his hand while he sang into his neon orange cone. Everyone should know that he was a cat person. Dogs actually scared the pants off Alex. He had no idea why he'd even compared his boyfriend to a dog. Maybe it had something to do with puppies and how they were cute... or something or the other.

"It took all the strength I had just not to fall apart! Oh I'm trying to mean the pieces of my broken heart!" Alex shrugged when Chase said that he wouldn't join him in singing. At least now he could have the sole pleasure of flooding the street with Gloria Gaynor by himself. But no for long. "And I spent so many nights just feeling sorry for my---... b-beetle?"

Alex was peering Chase with worried eyes. They had widened and the soft toffee circles were bordered with milk white. Swallowing, the young man had frozen stiff except for his hand, which he was bringing cautiously up to his hair. Alex was wishing so hard that Chase was just messing with him, he knew how much Alex disliked insects. Then. Something moved in his hair. And, fuck, Alex felt it.

Alex began to freak. There was a bug, a disgusting, six-legged bug in his hair! He shook his head furiously whilst legging it - he didn't know where, he just needed to desperately move. The young man came inches close to getting up and personal with the pavement when he stumbled off the kerb by the road but he carried on. Then he came to a short wall and lady luck wasn't with him then.

Alex unceremoniously disappeared over it, landing with a thud and a mess of spindly legs and arms on the other side. Dazed and wide-eyed, he stared up into the clear night sky, tinged an ugly orange due to light pollution.
"G-gone? It is... gone?" Alex whispered, his hands in his hair. "Don't like... don't like escarabajos. Don't like at all." He began to babble, shaking his head slowly, carrying on in a Spanish whisper that would be impossible for anyone to decipher.

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase watched in amusement as he saw Alex freak out about the beetle in his hair. It was hilarious. Chase had never been afraid of bugs or animals of any sort. So it was still kind of shocking that other people were. Chase would have never done that to Brent. He would have freaked out and then kicked Chase's shins. That was how it always went. Chase didn't mind too much, but it was fun to goof off like this with someone.

Even though when Alex ran his hand through his hair, the beetle had fallen out and crawled away. Drunken Alex didn't know that. Once he had fallen over the wall thing Chase began his joke that he wasn't sure would work since he had kind of ran away from where he was before. But Alex was drunk, right? It could work. "It's right by your leg, Jay!" Chase said, holding back his laughter well. "No! It just crawled in your pants, dude!" He said, not being able to fully hold back the laughter, but keeping it so he wouldn't know Chase was lying.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex suddenly went still. The bug... was in his pants. Now that he didn't move, Alex could swear that there was something tickling his leg. Maybe it was its feet as he crawled along his pale skin... or its antenna while it inspected this fleshy, soft surface. Alex's breathing became hitched and his hands flew to his pants. In one fluid movement they were off, and Alex sat there on the grass, in his boxers, hugging his knees up to his chest, grasping his wand defensively, as if the insect were to come and attack. Who knew? Maybe it'd come flying at him, aim for his eyes, crawl into his mouth and try to choke him. Maybe it bit and it was poisonous. Global warming was bringing a bunch of weird insects with it... it was never a bad idea to be totally sure...

Without even looking around to make sure there'd be no muggles to witness, Alex pointed his wand at his grey trousers and barked a spell, the slurred words fell so quickly from his mouth that they were nearly incomprehensible. But it worked. A faint green glow started at the waistband of the discarded pants and it creeped its way down the legs. Any silvers of grass or leaves stuck to the fabric were being carried along with the soft light. But... the beetle was no where to be seen.

"Wait... what?" Alex murmured, crawling over to his trousers and peering at the dirt the spell had gathered. His intention with it had been to remove the non existent beetle and then kill it or something. But turned out there was nothing to kill in the first place. Alex jumped to his feet, swaying and with barely any grace. He had his hands on hips and was wearing a very unimpressed expression.
"You're such a cabrón, Chase. You are, you are, you are!"

Then, out the blue, Alex leapt up onto the small wall and lunged himself at Chase. It would of been futile to attack him head on. Yet, from above, Alex was sure he'd be in for more of a chance. Knock him down and then attack.
Sounded like an awesome idea.

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase couldn't stop laughing as Alex freaked out again. This time taking his pants off in the process. Chase expected a dance of sorts, but not for Alex to take his pants off. That just added to the humor, honestly. It didn't even phase Chase that Alex was now in nothing but his boxers. Chase was still fully clothed. He didn't care if Alex was stark naked as long as his clothes remained on his body.

"It was a joke, Jay!" Chase laughed before he got tackled by him. "Hey!" He exclaimed before laughing more. He didn't care that it seemed like Alex was actually mad at him. It wasn't like he'd remember it in the morning. "It was just a little beetle. I can go get a thestral to stuff down your pants if you want..." Chase smirked with a giggle. It was too fun messing with Alex like this. Chase should have gone out drinking with Alex earlier than this. he had been stupid. Completely stupid. That was for sure.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex smirked in triumph on successfully tackling Chase. He sat there on the small of his back looking smug. He couldn't remember the last time he'd accomplished this rare feat. It was a shame he didn't have a camera or something. And who cared if alcohol probably had a huge factor in this? Chase was on the floor and Alex wasn't. That was all that mattered.

Alex pounded his fists into Chase's shoulders a couple of times, not too hard though, he didn't really want to hurt. He just wanted to get his point across that he was peeved that Chase would pull such a mean prank.
"So meeeeean, twinkletoes!" Alex whined, still sat on Chase but now tugging his friend's hair gently but firmly. "You know I dun like insectos."


Normally Alex would of used his wand by now and would of cast a silly tickling or jelly legs charm to enact his revenge. But the man wasn't stupid. As much of a haze his mind was right now he knew better than to cast magic on his friend while drunk - just in case it turned out wrong.
"Thestral in my pants... already have one." Alex snickered. There was a possible innuendo somewhere in what Chase had said. And Alex had caught on. "But, y'know, not everyone can see it."

Alex continued to giggle cheekily and began to prod Chase in the neck with his slender fingers. He didn't want to prod his stomach because of the cut. But then again, he was probably already hurting it by being sat on top of Chase. Oh well. Alex was considerate up until a certain degree.
"You fun, twinkletoes." Alex chuckled. "Come out with me more."

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase felt something hit his shoulders, but he wasn't sure if they were punches, or tiny bugs flying at them. He guessed punches as Alex would scream if they were bugs. "That tickles, Jayyy!" Chase whined with a laugh as he joked with Alex more. Chase was in a good mood. Whether it was from the alcohol or the fact that he was out having a good time, he wasn't sure. All he knew was he was in a good mood. That's all that mattered.

"You wish you had a thestral in your pants. Even if you did. It's no where near the size of my thestral." Chase laughed. He couldn't believe he was making sexual jokes with Alex, but he blamed it on the alcohol. One hundred percent on the alcohol. All the jokes were harmless. It wasn't like he'd actually do anything with Alex. "Only Reid, right?" Chase laughed more. He hoped that was true. Brent was the only one that would get to see his thestral.

"I think I will. Next time we'll drag Brent along. He loves to party." Chase smiled, knowing that was one hundred percent true. Brent was a bigger partier than Chase was, that was for sure.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Chase was being very, very mean. Saying that Alex's punches tickled? And making out that he wasn't too impressive in the pants department? But that was even if he had anything. Alex sat still for a moment, shaking his head slowly and narrowing his eyes. Chase sometimes really did push it with this whole "girl" thing, like he wouldn't be happy until he'd done away with the very last fibre of masculinity that Alex had.

"Twinkletoeees..." Alex cooed, inching up on Chase's back. The overhead street lights cast such a shadow on his face that made his cheeky grin seem twisted. "Keep still... a moment."

With that sneaky smirk on his lips, Alex leant forward and literally pressed himself against Chase. He was just in his boxers and the thin fabric wasn't going to stop his friend from feeling nothing. Hey. Chase was putting certain things into question. And Alex just kinda wanted to rid him of all doubt without getting naked.

"Not a girl." He snickered, not moving. "Unless you need more proof, sly thing."

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase wasn't exactly sure what Alex was doing. He was... inching upward? Telling him to be still for a moment? huh? Then he felt... Alex... press against him? Oh gad. He was proving himself. "God, Alex! I was just fucking with you!" Chase said before flipping sideways a bit to shove Alex off him, sending him to the ground. "Gross! You're my best friend! I don't wanna feel your.... parts!" Chase said, but he couldn't get the feeling off of him of Alex's fucking dick needing into his back. Holy fuck... he'd have to be careful around drunk Alex apparently.

Without thinking, Chase went over and grabbed Alex's pant off the ground and then went over to Alex before plopping down on his knees where Alex had fallen over. He lifted one of Alex's legs and started to attempt to put Alex's pants on him. He was not walking around without pants on anymore. "Help me get your pants on!" Chase said frantically, slightly sobering up at that. He'd fix that in a moment. Not like he could ever get sobered up completely after how much they had drank that night anyways. That was for sure.

Chase didn't know if he would have freaked out like that if he hadn't been dating Brent or not. He just never looked at Alex that way, honestly. Chase thought of him like a brother, so to feel his junk. Even if it was just through his boxers on his back, was disgusting to him. Chase probably would have freaked out about that with anyone except Brent though... that was just Chase.