Make A Scene - chase -

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Chase's reaction was pretty priceless. As soon as Alex landed at his friend's side with a small "oof" sound, he was in a fit of giggles. He'd proved his point. Alex was not a girl.
"Why freak out so?" Alex snickered, letting Chase force his trousers on yet not really helping in the slighest. He just lay there, drunk and lolling about.
"Its not like its anything you don't have. Could've been worse. Like... I could've just dropped my boxers."

Another bout of uncontrollable giggles ensued. What would've been Chase's reaction to that? He might even of ran away. That would've been something to see. There was something about this whole situation that was comical - Chase had accused Alex of being a girl, a sissy, yet he was the one who couldn't stand manly bits touching him.

"Now you believe me... yes?" Alex squirmed about on the ground and did up his fly and button with little trouble. He pushed himself up to a seat and looked up at his friend with a mischievous smirk.
"I fucking love you, man. You're too funny." And with that, the young man scrambled up to his feet, swaying dangerously before grasping onto Chase's shoulder for support.
"And tranquilo... won't do it again unless you ask. Now... lets go some place else. Need drink..."

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

"Because! You're my best friend! I don't want to feel that!" Chase whined, but was grateful when Alex stood up and did his fly and zipper. It let him take a deep breath. "Please keep your boxers on." Chase said, even though it was obvious he wouldn't take them off. "Yes. I believe you." Chase told him with a shake of his head. He couldn't believe Alex did that to just prove himself. Okay, yes he did. It was an Alex thing to do. "I love you too." Chase mumbled, still kind of freaked out, but it was just Alex.

"Yeah. Another drink sounds good. But soon we won't be able to buy anymore. Don't they stop after a certain time in the muggle world?" Chase asked him, not entirely sure if they did or not. "I need to get more drunk." Chase told him with a certain look that said he didn't want to stop anytime soon. "Let's just go get some booze at a store and then walk around or something. I don't feel like going to another club."

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

What Chase was saying was correct. Muggle stores didn't serve the liquor he lusted for after a certain hour. A shame. But they had their reasons. Alex placed his hands on his hips, cocking one at a slight angle while he peered down at his attire. There was no way he'd be allowed entrance to a store right now, let alone purchase alcohol. No one in their sane, business mind would let a shirtless man that only wore a single sock in to buy drink.

"I know that there's a shop this way!" Alex announced, grabbing Chase by the hand and dragging him away and down the street. "There's a field down that-a-way. There's, like, a broken down tractor... that's always fun!" Alex could be quite the little boy when he wanted to. He'd been there a couple of times with some other guys just to do something random and to find a dark, quiet place to make out.



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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase just laughed at Alex, the penis incident far from his mind at this moment. His drunken brain was having too much fun to be able to comprehend anything honestly. Chase was perfectly fine with that though. He was just glad that for once in his life he was relaxing and having fun with someone other than Brent. It was odd for him. Sure, Chase had gotten drunk before with Alex. But never this drunk. And normally never without Brent too.

"Tractor!" Chase exclaimed, following Alex as he dragged him by his hand down the street. This was the best night in the world. "I like tractors." Chase said with a thoughtful look on his face as he was still dragged. "Hurry, Jay!" Chase whined. Why was it taking so fucking long to get there. Actually, Chase wasn't even sure if thirty seconds had gone by.

Maybe he should lay off the booze.

Fuck that shit.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

When they passed Alex's traffic cone again, he promptly picked it up and carried on half-running down the street, still holding Chase's hand. On hearing him whine, Alex picked up the cone and held it to his mouth.
"Okaaaay! We'd be faster if you weren't such a sloooowpoke!" Alex yelled down the fluorescent orange cone towards Chase. Didn't matter than he was right there beside him. He shouldn't be so impatient. And slow.

A few more minutes later, the two inebriated friends reached the border of a vast field. Alex scrambled over the run down, stone wall, successfully staining his jeans a shade of green on his knees and butt from the moss that covered the stone. He stumbled and almost fell forward but luckily caught himself just before his face kissed the earthy ground.
"Look! Mira! Tractor." Alex giggled, pointing in the direction of the rusted, abandoned vehicle. Carrying the cone above his head, Alex started in its direction. They were such kids. But everyone needed a night like this every so often to just wind down and let out pent-up energy. Alex was just a big kid inside anyway.

"Reid and Brent shoulda coooome." Alex chuckled, throwing the cone down to clamber into the driver's seat. The fabric was musty, weather worn and tattered but it was still awesome. "But... would they of done everything we did tonight? I don't see them going to that club... or letting me get almost naked... or steal cones... or play on tractors. Nah. Maybe it was for the best that it was just you and me"



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outfit;; pants tagged;; chase! notes;;kinda short D; lyrics;; screaming bloody murder by sum41!