Smashing [CLOSED]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase felt brent shiver when he whispered in his ear; Chase laughed in response. It wasn't what he was going for, but it was a good response none-the-less. Chase liked the fact he could make Brent shiver. Didn't know why, but he did. Okay, maybe the why was because he loved Brent, but still.

A sloopy grin reached Chase's face as Brent was about to pout over Chase stopping the kissing but he didn't care. He knew Brent was probably mentally agreeing with him because of Maryn. He would worry about her finding out like this. Or at all if he wasn't planning on telling her. That was something Brent had to decide and Chase wouldn't worry about. He was just happy right now, and wasn't going to let anything ruin it. Until later of course when him and Brent were going to have to talk about it. Chase was happy, because for the moment, Brent was happy. That was all Chase ever cared about.

Chase gave a laugh when Brent called him mean, clearly catching on to the fact that Chase had called him Brenty-boo, but not entirely caring at this moment because Brent had slid off of Chase and began to drag him to the bar. Obviously ready to begin the smashing time.

Once at the bar, Chase began to order their smashing beverages. "We'll take a pitcher of the strongest booze you have please." Chase smiled widely at the bartender before he filled up a pitcher and handed it to them, Chase paid the man and they returned to the table to begin drinking.

As they began to drink, one of their songs came to his mind and he started to sing the lyrics in his head. Oh memories, where'd ya go? You were all I've ever known. How I miss yesterday. And how I let it fade away.

These were the kind of times that made that song. It was one of Chase's all time favorite song's they've written.

Chase smiled at Brent, kind of randomly. He was just happy. There was nothing else to it.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] was what made it so embarrassing. Not to mention what an idiot he'd made himself look like.

Brent already felt tipsy and they hadn't even started drinking yet. That kiss... Those kisses were still fresh in his mind. They had been breath-takingly awesome but also mind-bogglingly confusing. He didn't know exactly what was going on with him and Chase right now. Though, what he did know was that he wasn't going to tell Maryn for another few weeks. He needed to have his fun before anyone got hurt. And Brent knew that someone was going to take the biggest blow and he didn't want it to be him, even if he had brought it upon himself.

Brent sat down and started chugging down drink after drink so he'd stop thinking things through. He knew he'd regret it in the morning, he always did.

He just about saw Chase smile at him and grinned back at him, so widely that it made his face hurt. "This 's 'ow we star'ed. Us." he slurred, gesturing from him to Chase with a lazy wave of his hand. He remembered back to ten years ago with the dancing and the confusion and the snogging and the drunkeness.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase laughed at Brent as he began to drink glass after glass. It wouldn't be long before Chase would have to go get another pitcher. It always went this way. Brent getting completely smashed within the first ten or so minutes and then Chase having to watch out for him because he was a horrible dtunk, funny yes, but horrible. Chase always enjoyed himself, though. He was with Brent after all and he did end up getting smashed, just not as bad as Brent. Chase figured it was because he stilk wasn't one hundred percent comfortable with drinking. He always thinks he's going to end up like his father.

"Huh?" Chase responded almost immediately, not thinking at first then realizing what he said. "Right. I suppose this was how we started, how you figured out you weren't exactly straight." Chase laughed at the memory. It was good times.

After a few more drinks Chase started getting more and more intoxicated, he was starting to forget most things, even his name. There was, however, one thing he could always remember no matter how drunk he was. Drumming.

Chase smiled a goofy smile at Brent before beginning to drum on the table with his hands to thebeat of The Ballad of The Mona Lisa, one of their amazing songs. He knew Brent's drunken self wouldn't be able to resist the urge to sing.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i]. He knew he'd messed up when he'd dumped Chase. Okay, so maybe he didn't know that he'd messed up then but he certainly did now.

He downed another drink, he wasn't still meant to feel bad.

He perked up a little when he heard Chase tapping out the beat to The Ballad of Mona Lisa on the table. Even in this drunken state of mind, Brent recognised it immediately. He knew all of those songs inside-out. And he couldn't stop himself from belting out the chorus as loud as he possibly could; "Woaaah, Mona Lisa, you're gar'teed tah run thi' town! Woaaah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay tah see you frown!"[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase didn't expect Brent ti sing as loud as he possibly could. Kay, so maybe he figured he woukd but didn't care too much. Brent needed something to get his mind off everything that was happening lately, and he was there to make sure if the beer wasn't working completely then he would have music too. What better to have than their own music.

Normally Chase didnt get completely smashed enough to get involved with drunken things but this was a special night after all. He started singing the lyrics with Brent, even though he wasn't the best singer. He was still determined to have an amazing night.

Chase took out his want and conjured drumsticks. He then preceeded to use the table, their glasses and the pitcher as his own personal drum set. He thought about just conjuring an entire drumset,but figured that would be too much.

Chase downed another glass of booze before realizing the pitcher was empty, he ran up to the bar for another as fastas he could so he could get back and start playing their songs again. These were the times that made Chase fall in love woth Brejt. Just the factthey could be together so comfortably. It was all Chase ever wanted.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase laughed as Brent looked at him like he was his savior. All because he filled up the pitcher of beer. It was so like Brent. He was so hilarious when he was smashed.

Brent started to sing Camisado and Chase began to drum to the rhythem. He didn't want to however. It was a bad song for Chase when he wasn't drunk. When he was he really didn't like the song. It made him think that Chase would end up like him no matter what he did to prevent it. Sometimes Chase wondered if that wasn't one of the reasons he was Bi. Because he was afraid of having children. Chase was a depressed drunk...

Brent laid his head against the table, clearly tired. Chase checked the time and realized it was almost midnight. How long were they making out...

"Brent, you alright there? Maybe we should start heading back to the Castle." Chase didn't want to But he figured they should.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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