Benji turned the corner and pulled the car to a full stop just over from the entrance. People were crawling in from all over heading inside to what was going to be a great night. Fingers crossed. Stepping out of the car he grabbed his jacket putting it back on, which would most likely get taken off anyway, and headed to the door. With a nod to the bouncer he stepped inside with Josh right on his heels. Squeezing onto his left hand he took a deep breath, for some reason there was always a nervous feeling that crept up and it seemed squeezing his hand was a great way to shrug it off.
As he headed down the stairs the sinking feeling started to vanish as he waded into the sea of bodies and after splitting up with Josh made his way to the bar. He was never one for this type of music but after a couple drinks he could sit through some of the worst, nails on chalk board singing and think it was the most beautiful thing that had ever heard. And seeing as there was no way in hell that he was going home sober if he was going to be going home at all. The one thing that Benji can always be relied on is his ability to do something incredibly stupid if he happened to get wasted. Most of the time it ended with him blacking out with no memory of anything and a slew of embarrassing, or on the off chance hilarious photos along with a slight chance of him ending up on a rooftop the next day. “Hey man get me a Screwdriver.” He stated to the bartender before looking up and down the bar where with a short glance spotted several familiar faces.
With a smile on his face Benji walked up to the small group. ”Oh you guys are not doing shots without me. Plus a toast, very nice Lexi.” He added with a wink.
Stepping out of the care Josh quickly brushed his hand through his head that did nothing but shift his bangs an almost nonexistent measurement over. Following Benji down the stairs gradually split up as the party consumed them as they reached the main floor. Heading off to the side Josh swiped someones beer as he passed by a table. Expectantly, yet still disheartening the bottle was empty after a swig or two which left him with a much needed refill. After dropping the now empty bottle at another table he slid into a spot at the bar.
Josh downed a boilermaker and grabbed another beer. He was never one for any of those fancy drinks, hell he wasn't a fan of anything that would get him drunk in less than five glasses. It wasn't a race to see who could get shit faced before the bells tolled midnight. Even if it was there was a race he had piss poor chance of winning it. His tolerance level was through the roof which always tended to end with everyone being on their face as he drew a penis on their forehead and snapped a selfie with it. He's become notorious for performing that and the like.
With another swig of his beer he drifted into the crowd.