"Beer. It's light on alcohol." Jackson replied to Ro without hesitation, and grabbing one to hand over to Ro. He then turned back to Daniel to talk about his basketball experience. "I picked the game up quickly just like every other game I've ever played. Playing against Ro was hard though. He's fast and strong." Jackson laughed, nudging Ro with his elbow.

He couldn't help but smile, it was good to see a bond between Jackson and Ro begin to grew. They seemed to get along pretty well, and Daniel would be lying if he said he didn't want to meddle just a little bit. He was curious, that's all. Besides, it would be for their own good. Ro was somewhat of a loner and Jackson spent too much time around girls that gave their gender a bad name, or at least that's how he saw it. Some poking around wouldn't hurt anyone, most likely.

Jackson gave the newbie a beer, a pretty good choice for a first timer, as long as the taste didn't bother him. Daniel really didn't care for it though, he always liked his beverages to have a higher alcohol content and to taste either exactly like rubbing alcohol or like it contained no depressants at all. Well, it was all in personal preference. He took another drink, what he had right now was plain vodka of a brand that was unknown to him mixed with some coke. You never go full-retard right from the get go, that could wait until later. His body made it so only a few, or couple, drinks would get him plastered. Thankfully being used to drinking made up for it a bit.

"I picked the game up quickly just like every other game I've ever played. Playing against Ro was hard though. He's fast and strong." That wasn't too surprising, the boy was talented, and with Ro he would make first line pretty fast if they worked hard enough. That, and made sure Ro stayed happy. "Radical." Standing around and talking was alright, but the true drunken experience was adding games to the mix. Anything could be made into a drinking game, that was the beauty of it. Having to take a shot when someone got shot in a movie, or losers of a rage-filled match of Golden Eye being required to down a drink made the experience so much greater - especially as the night went on and the participants became increasingly intoxicated.

"Alright, alright. Only old people chill while they drink." He grinned. "We've got to show Ro a good time, we owe it to him, don't you think?" Daniel went on, moving his free arm as he continued to talk. "Lets make it more interesting, come on. Poker, twister, apples to apples, beer pong, Mario Kart. You know, the works."

"Beer. It's light on alcohol", was Jackson's reply as he passed him a can which he then opened as Jackson spoke about the training, "I picked the game up quickly just like every other game I've ever played. Playing against Ro was hard though. He's fast and strong", before feeling a nudge to his elbow as the hand that was knocked pushed the can into the other and let go so that the beer would not spill, while he laughed along with him. Last thing he wished to do was cause trouble for Jackson after all the trouble he had went to for putting this party together. If it was his parents, they would be berserk about everything, one crack, one spill, anything out of place, then they'd have his guts for garters, as the saying goes.

Ro then took a sip of the beer, taking in the taste around his mouth till he felt he could consume the rest down his gullet. If he rushed it down him and didn't like it, then his whole system will freeze up. Well, maybe that was a huge exaggeration, but after a few sips of getting used to it, he drank normally. The drinks his brother had given him were alot worse, and the sad thing was, he didn't even know what they were. However, here he was in the company of friends, not those who wished to condemn him till kingdom come and make his life hard.

"Radical", Daniel commented, before Ro then responded with a wide smile on his face, "I'm sure he can do it", taking a swig, "Y'no, if you wanted to do tryouts, I could train you in something too if you fancied it", he asked Dan as he used his shoulder as a leaning post. The move however was that as a friendly gesture, rather than merely using him. They were all having a good time and that's what counted.

"Alright, alright. Only old people chill while they drink...We've got to show Ro a good time, we owe it to him, don't you think?", as Ro sighed, drowning his sorrows into another gulp, "Let's make it more interesting, come on. Poker, twister, apples to apples, beer pong, Mario Kart. You know, the works". Seemed Ro was definitely thirsty since the can was finished with all the gulps he was taking, despite being his real drink, pushing into Jackson's hands, "Another.....please", not forgetting to use his manners. He then turned to Daniel, "You owe it to me? You make me sound completely useless.....well maybe I am in this area.....ummm, maybe darts, something active". He truly was active at heart, being a sports guy afterall, despite being here. Then again, he wanted to see that the first drinks he'd be consuming hadn't affected him too much, as he had the rest of the party to go, and how long was it for...?

"Well then. We will do something active, until you get a little more drunk. When you get all drunk, you will loose your will to run around." Jackson laughed. He patted Ro on the shoulder and walked off to get something to play. He looked around his house, in his closet and in the living room, then found just dance. That was pretty active. Jackson turned to turn on his Xbox then turned back to Daniel and Ro. "And how about some Just Dance. I got the Xbox set up. Come on!"

"Y'no, if you wanted to do tryouts, I could train you in something too if you fancied it" Ro asked while adding pressure to his shoulder, for balancing reasons or otherwise he didn't mind. "Nah." He smiled. "Juggling school stuff, club and work I already don't have much free time." Daniel said, that was the truth, mostly. He did actually manage to have plenty of free time, but in his mind his hobbies was important work. Fun work, as most of what he did for fun resulted in some sort of research or evidence. Even if it was a wasted attempt, such as searching for the missing link. No, free time in his mind was time for watching television, sleeping, and eating. "It's cool if you to offer, though." He told him, and it was. Maybe if he was in better shape and didn't need the money from his jobs he would consider it a bit more.

"You owe it to me? You make me sound completely useless..." The auburn haired boy frowned and poked him in the side. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that." Well, he didn't really have a way for words. Thankfully he had never tried being a poet, or a writer for that matter. "well maybe I am in this area.....ummm, maybe darts, something active" The smile on his lips returned, it was hard for him to keep a straight face in such circumstances.

Jackson really hit the nail on the head though, you could only do such active things for so long before your limbs stopped listening to you. Then things usually dwindled down to drunk conversastions, which entailed the discussion of fake vacations they would definitely, most certainly, take in the morning. Soon their host was turning on his Xbox and inserting a disk into the console, the name not being something he caught right away. He was really glad to be alive in this century, video games provided great entertainment, especially when the colors on the screen would appear twenty times more interesting when under the influence.

"And how about some Just Dance. I got the Xbox set up. Come on!" Daniel gently pushed Ro off of his shoulder so he could walk over to the area, where he set his cup down on an end table. "Nice!" It was a good choice. Such games were already pretty hilarious when sober, but with some impairments it could be down right hysterical. "Losers have to take a drink!" He declared the simple rules, let the fun begin.

When he successfully coerced the most popular kid in school to get into sports, and even furthur, to train under him, he would of thought others would also be interested. It was the reason why he extended to Daniel, since he'd rather offer to those close to him first. Though Daniel denied, his reasons were understandable as he explained. They could help each other out anyway. Where Ro was good at sports which affected PE also, Dan excelled in other subjects, and then there was Jackson being the star of the show. A smile on his face as he thought about it, though at least he was having a good time, and wasn't worrying about the whole modelling thing.

It wasn't only Jackson who was discoursing away from his usual activities of hanging around with girls, as usually he's training, exercising, then making sure he has enough sleep. Yet here they both were, but despite the change, Ro thought of having the changes as close to reality as possible as he suggested something active, as Jackson agreed, "We will do something active, until you get a little more drunk. When you get all drunk, you will loose your will to run around". Ro had been running all his life, and couldn't imagine not doing it. When he was younger, it was keeping away from his brother, and then when he was training. He'd be lost without a track.

Reassuringly, Jackson patted him on the shoulder before he went off. It seemed he was dead set on making them all drunk tonight, before he returned, "And how about some Just Dance. I got the Xbox set up. Come on!", as Daniel walked over towards him after pushing his hand gently off his shoulder, "Nice! Losers have to take a drink!". Great, he was done for. Dancing was never his forte, unless he put sport moves into the mix. If he asked all the guys in the school, the majority, if not all, would say they've dancied before. Prom. Of course, Ro never had that option, and as a result, was not a pro at such things.

However, despite not being a pro, it wouldn't stop him having a shot, as he joined them, "It's a done deal! I think Jackson should go first...", as he then said in a quieter tone towards Daniel, "...just incase he steals our moves", giving a chuckle, before waiting for the game to begin. Plus, if either of them went, he had some idea then of what to expect. Gosh! He didn't realise how out-of-place he seemed tonight. All the more reason to keep going and keep trying. Maybe he'd lose and just say an excuse like he wanted to. They work.

Jackson laughed hysterically listening to Dan say that losers have to drink. The thought was so stupid, it was funny. "What kind of punishment is that? This is a drinking party, no? Losers have to... take off one piece of clothing for every time they loose. Hah! That's brilliant! It's like strip poker, except with another game!" Jackson put his drink down to set up the game. The thought of getting everyone down to their underwear made Jackson smiled. there weren't that many people here. And the others would probably leave soon.

"It's a done deal! I think Jackson should go first..." He heard Ro say.
"Against who then, my macho friend? This is a two player game!" Jackson said, putting the kinect up and turning on the system. The lights flashed on the tv as the home menu of the game opened up. Jackson stood back from the screen and put his hand up to use the kinect. "Who want's to be first?"

The small group gathered and he could feel a few pairs of eyes on them. Not that he could blame them, he'd be watching as well, especially when they got a few more drinks in them. Though he had to say, it made him a bit nervous, he wasn't exactly coordinated, but that wouldn't be enough to make him back down. "...just incase he steals our moves" He chuckled, but it was cut short by Jackson's next comment. "What kind of punishment is that? This is a drinking party, no?" The words triggering a small frown in him. "But that's how all drinking games go-"

"Losers have to... take off one piece of clothing for every time they loose. Hah! That's brilliant! It's like strip poker, except with another game!" The frown opened up, making his mouth form a horrified 'O' in it's place. No, whatever he had thought before he takes it back. Jackson was diabolical, completely and utterly evil. He skipped the double dog dare and went right for the triple, stabbed mall Santa and made off with a sack of empty presents. "I-, what? No!" He blurted intelligently, soon resigning to biting his cheek. On the other hand, Jackson did make a convincing argument. Drinking was fun, having to strip at a party was not so fun, unless you were really drunk already.

"I'll admit, you have a good point there." Daniel sighed, but soon his expression was nearing it's usual cheerfulness, even if it retained some of that anxiety. "Didn't take you as one to challenge the rules set up by a legacy of frat boys. Not bad, Main, not bad." But first, Daniel quickly walked over to the table to add straight vodka to his cup, which he instantly consumed in two unsophisticated gulps. If that was the case, he'd need to be a bit tipsy to go through with this.

By the time he got back Jackson was asking who wanted to be first, and Daniel had already decided that he wouldn't be a pansy about this. "Me, and you." He challenged the blonde. Oh, he was pumped up now. "You're going down, downtown, to Chinatown. Those girls are going to plaster pictures of you in your underwear all over twitter, and I'm going to be up to my feet in chicken wraps, I guarantee it." Daniel spoke, nearly grinning ear to ear. It was all talk though, he wasn't nearly that confident about his skills. But how hard could it be? "So bring it on! WOO!"

"I love Chinatown!" Jackson cheered, Daniel's enthusiasm rubbing onto Jackson. This was all to fun. Jackson glanced back at Ro with a big grin plastered on his face. This was going to be so much fun. "You ready to strip, Danny boi? And even if I do loose, those girl would love to see me shirtless." Jackson pulled up his shirt and rubbed his stomach. "Look at it. You are so jealous of it's beauty! Haha!" Jackson pulled it down and turned to the screen. He started to select two player competition, then choose the players that they would play with. "Ready, nerd boy?"

Jackson was already a bit tipsy from drinking and drinking.... and more drinking. His personality had changed to become a little more rowdy than usually. He was a silly drunk. He would over exaggerate and get to be really stupid. It was funny to watch.

Goddammit, no wonder why people were harassing Jackson to become a model. Daniel was definitely jealous, there was no competition between that and his own scrawny body. Actually, he was really starting to question his choice to stop playing on sports teams. He couldn't afford to lose here, it would be ten times more embarrassing for him to be the one stuck in his boxer shorts. The others well, the opposite effect would probably be bestowed upon them.

"Oh it is on, pretty boy." He replied with a smile, and took his spot beside Jackson. The alcohol had yet to really hit him, though he was getting there. The blonde however was already clearly starting to head towards intoxication city, but it looked like he was a fun drunk. He glanced back over to Ro, the smile that once was one his face had be replaced by a smirk. "You're next, so you better be ready." Daniel's expression lightened and his head returned forwards, facing the t.v.

He wondered what kind of guy Ro was when he was drunk. Now, he wasn't about to force a bunch of alcohol on him, that was unethical! But there may be some...pushy suggestions throughout the night. It was just that he didn't really know much about him at all. Daniel for the most part was an open book, he didn't keep a lot of secrets and was pretty open about everything, aside for a few things that he may be in denial about himself. Jackson was similar in that respect, always happy to talk and share what was going on in his life. But while Ro was a good guy, there seemed to be things that he didn't let others know about it. Honestly, it made him curious. Besides, they were friends.

As if that was a good enough reason. Daniel rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and stretched his arms quickly. Those things would unravel themselves in due time though. For now, he had a competition to win.

And those final words against friends, the game commenced. Jackson loved it. The smile on his face never left. The room was filled with cheering and music. this was the life that Jackson loved. He turned to Daniel and laughed. Him and his friends. That's the way it should be.

The game ended and the scores were being tallied up. The suspense in room grew tenfold. Jackson was sweating and he thought he might just take off his shirt anyways. Whether he won or lost. He patted Daniel on the shoulder and looked over to Ro. "You are going up against the winner mi amigo!" He grabbed his drink and chugged it down.

((Do you want skip to the part after they finish playing the game? You can decide how naked they are.))

Double freaking post >.<

Shadows licked over spindly fingers and across synthetic wood, carried away with the rapid movement of fickle clouds and occasional fowl. They moved over knuckles and satiny skin, morphing and changing as the winds pushed and tore at the condensed water vapor hovering high in the desiccated sea of blue and just beyond the panel of transparent looking-glass. Broken thoughts flitted through an unfocused mind as clouds drifted pass the gaze of earthy orbs and escaped the reach of earthbound birds. A sigh huffed past parted lips as the pencil eraser continued its tap-tap tapping against the shadow littered desk and the metal piercing continued clank-clank clanking away against ivory. The droning and humming din that went half unheard lightly nudged its way towards the forefront of his thoughts and the resonances of snickering finally engaged his attention.

Snake released another exhalation, his tongue never ceasing in its rhythmic beat against his teeth, and slowly slid his earth-toned pools away from the window. His gaze came to settle on the undernourished figure and shining cranium of Mr. Balgero. The balding educator, looking utterly peeved, hovered dangerously near to the insect-enthralled lad widely addressed as Pillar. Pillar; Nova Queal. Senior and avid attendee of their place of corporate decided ‘enlightenment’. He was an odd one that boy; always off by his lonesome, taking refuge away from the grassroots and seeking company solely from his multi-legged companions. He seemed to be suspended within a constant state of obliviousness or never ending daydream. His stormy orbs appeared to gloss over yet focus all at once, locking away and withholding all the valuable thoughts Rae desired.

Of all his peers, Nova’s mind was one of the very few Snake has been incapable of penetrating. A slight downward tug at the corner of his mouth and barely quickened pencil-tapping pace were the only indications of the striking blend of irritation and curiosity stroking Rae’s veins. He slid the silver ball along the ridges of his teeth as he avidly observed the thin blonde. Oh how he wished to understand the male’s cognitive reasoning, to comprehend the bits and pieces of the jigsaw he would spit out on occasion; to piece it all together and understand.

A dark brow quirked at the seemingly nonsensical response that floated from the mostly distracted boy and an amused snort barely stifled at the contorted expression adorning the less than amused authority. The irritated snarl the broke past the balding male’s lips caused his pencil tapping to cease in favor of rolling it around in his tight grip. Forest tinted orbs followed the path the willowy teen trekked towards his exile and he rolled his metal stud between his teeth in thought.

After a bout of contemplation and pencil twirling, Snake rose from his solitary seat in the back and collected his possessions, slipping them silently in his bag. Slinging the grey back-pack over one shoulder, Rae made his way towards the door.

“And where are you going, Nyoka?” The irritated voice paused him in his retreat and he threw a reply haphazardly over his shoulder, “Restroom.” The door was already falling close before the educator could further protest or note the backpack hanging from his strong frame.

The hall was relatively quiet aside from the rhythmic tapping of his grey Chucks and for that, he was grateful. Sharp ears listened tentatively and lead his body in the direction of almost identical taps to his own. He was determined to unlock the gate the strange boy in his science class put up around himself and set free the flood of thoughts and puzzle pieces he would joyously assemble and study.

Readjusting the backpack strap over his shoulder, Snake quickly neared the staircase that lead to the building’s roof. He paused, a frown lightly tugging at the corner of his mouth. What could the kid be doing up there? Huffing lightly, Snake quickly ascended the stone stairway. Pausing for but a hairs breadth of time, Snake tentatively opened the narrow door and stepped around the threshold and into the cool breeze.

Dark tresses were gently tussled from their slicked back resting place by the light breeze and several came to hang in slight disarray about his face. Snake treaded over cool stone and neared the prone figure blissfully sprawled across the flooring. Blonde strands whipped about pale features in the controlled winds and strikingly wide orbs stared, faintly fogged, up at the forever moving clouds.

Taking a single step more, a pack of cigarettes was removed from the virtually empty backpack and a single rollup unsheathed. The stick was skillfully lit and placed between a set of rose hued lips before a long and deep breath was taken. The lungful of nicotine and smoke rushed past parted lips and spiraled from flared nostrils and was quickly picked up by the calm breeze. The grey swirling cloud road the breeze over the edge of the roof, ascending to greet its bleached kin before dispersing into the air. Snake watched as it twisted and twirled and sighed contently before allowing his inquisitive gaze to drop to the immobile male.

((Yeah, sure.))

The rhythmic contractions from the muscle in the center of his chest was reassuring. It was somewhat of a hobby to force his heart to beat faster, move blood and oxygen throughout his body and brain. The terms were usually through snooping around crime scenes and running away from the purist of angry adults, but this worked well enough. The last of his drink vanished down his throat, sending a diluted fire to his stomach. The lights above him were starting to appear a lot brighter, they seemed a lot closer than before too, and yet they were so far away.

His mind perceived the room around him to be swerving, tilting back and forth in a pendulum motion. Daniel let his head fall backwards and rest on the couch, the rest of his body sitting normally with his sock covered feet connected to the ground, one hand on the arm rest and the other resting on the space beside him. That alcohol was hitting him like a brick wall. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have consumed so much in a short period of time.

Their dancing competition was pretty good, he had even won a few rounds, but lost the majority of them. Wasn't his sister good at dancing? Maybe if he was feeling suicidal he could ask for lessons someday. It wasn't so bad being stuck in his blue plaid boxer shorts though, he didn't even question why he had decided to keep the socks on his feet. The skin on his body felt hot even after wiping away beads of sweat and cooling down. The lack of clothing clinging to his body was helpful and he didn't find himself caring about his flesh being exposed. Must be the vodka. It was true that he was lanky, not sculpted out of muscle nor made up of body fat, Daniel really was a skinny guy. With his current posture one could trace the shape of his ribs and without clothes the scars he had earned from scientific experiments and adventures in jumping fences was displayed. At least he didn't look like he was starving or malnourished, so there was that.

He glanced over to the side, there was a girl there he was talking to for awhile, mostly while Jackson and Ro faced off in their final round. She was gone now, did she leave the party all together? Daniel was telling her about something, what was it? Physics? He couldn't exactly remember, hopefully he hadn't blabbed on about Star Trek or anything similar. Actually, he didn't really care if he had chased her off with his endless rambling. Weird, she was quite pretty, shouldn't he care more about the opinions an attractive girl would hold towards him? Now that he thought about it, what she had looked like was more of a blur to him, like it hadn't really caught his interest in the first place.

Daniel laughed to himself and pushed his glasses back up. He shoved the thoughts away, they were such downers and he could do without it. Instead he lifted his head back up and looked over to Jackson and Ro, an idea quickly striking him. "We should go to McDonalds." The boy's words were slightly slurred, it was obvious that he was drunk, though he had yet reached the state of being 'plastered' or 'wasted' or 'thrashed'. Those should be avoided, his stomach wouldn't forgive him. "There's one, um." He paused, collecting his thoughts, and laughed once he remembered. "Down the street, I swear, I saw it. " Daniel's grin was lopsided, and his eyes searched for his discarded clothing. Shit, how far could clothes go?

Jackson was totally lost in his little world. Anything that anyone said went in one ear and just went out the other. He had totally lost it. When he lost against Ro, he stripped off his pants gladly. "Who needs pants!?" He exclaimed. He spun around showing off his tanned and toned build. He stopped, facing his back towards his friends. He slapped his butt and shouted, "Smack dat ass! It's sexy! There should be a game called slap Jackson's ass as hard as you can. Come on! Every girl just wants to look at it, and here you get to touch the great Jackson's ass!"

Jackson's face was flushed and his speech most definitely slurred. He kept patting as he disregarded Daniel's suggestion. "Nah bro! McDonalds? Who needs their shitty food?" Jackson returned to the subject of his butt. "Now come on. Smack dat ass, fools!"

Daniel gasped dramatically, his hands flying over his mouth. "Don't you dare diss McDals, dude! It's totally, com-pla-ely o-tter-..." His words were making no sense by now, how did you even pronounced half of that stuff? He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly confused. "What was I even talking about?" He questioned himself, tapping his fingers on his knees. But with one idea forgotten another quickly took it's place, but before he could voice a suggestion about 'Starting a crystal meth dealing business and using the money to buy a small island where they could live in style' Jackson thankfully distracted him. With his ass, sure, but it was enough to get his mind off of ridiculous adventures.

The hand over his mouth was now used to muffle his drunken laughter. The remaining people in the house were just as amused, and probably just as intoxicated. He saw them trying to take pictures of the display, but to no avail; it was too difficult to do such things when your eyes can barely read the numbers on the keypad. So his focus went back to the boy taking all the attention, who was on his way to being an official mess, and was insisting that people should come over and smack his rear.

If he was sober, Daniel probably would have come up with some sort of witty reply to this. Perhaps containing something to do with masochism and other sexual fetishes, it would have been a golly good laugh and all, but the fact of the matter was that even if Daniel was in the right mind to put something like that together he wouldn't be able to speak it. Instead it would come out in a sentence of gargled words and be completely wasted. Instead of making use of any 'sick burns' the boy actually got up, stumbled over, and smacked the blonde's butt.

He'll be mortified when he remembers this later, but there was a saying out there about only living once, so when in Rome. "I win!" He managed to say, partially in sing-song. Yes, he was the champion of ass-smacking, he earned the high score at the 'Slap Jackson's Ass As Hard As You Can' game, it was him. "I," The boy walked forward, around and away from Jackson and Ro. "Am," He stumbled, but caught himself by using the wall to stable himself. "A," Daniel decided that this was it, this was as far as he could go, and he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. "Legend. Call me Will Smith, bitch." With that his head titled back and hit the wall without grace. Oh, teenage boys.

Unfocused orbs ignored the forever blue in favor of playing the freshly planted memory. Images of an angry pole fitted through his thoughts and the silent bystanders avidly observing the occurrence pricked into his comfortable state. His runaway thoughts tried to niggle the simple happening out of boredom and automatic reflection. Briefly, Nova speculated the reasons the pole disliked his unthreatening presence, but those bird-like thoughts prevailed to more important matters such as the panic the fluxing clouds would create if they took tangible form.

Immersed in attention seeking creatures, Pillar’s mind almost didn’t register the scrapping of the door opening and closing. A creature had breached his sanctuary and he didn’t even have a means of protecting it. He laid still for a few moments, not that his thoughts were disrupted from their flow, they scattered in the air buzzing about in a disorienting manner. Mentally, he used a butterfly net to collect all of the frantic creatures and tried to create some semblance of order. Physically, his limbs felt too lethargic to bother with such a taxing task as to meet the intruder.

With all the energy his body didn’t know it had, Nova stood up. It was a second crawling process of awkward, disjointed movement lead to him finally on two worn-shoe clad feet. A kind breeze brushed through his blonde hair, tousling it even more so than before. The world around him seemed to shift to quickly in front of his unfocused windows.

Once the reality he was watching had settled down, Pillar turned his head upwards at the sky once more. Oddly enough, more clouds seemed to have gathered. They must have been celebrating for those who were destroyed in battle. The paper white creatures danced at a pace either no orb could capture or snails could keep up with.

Focusing was a task that Pillar always found absurdly challenging. But the tall male standing alone caught a hold of his attention. Pillar peered at the intruder behind the curtain of blonde hair, curiosity taking a hold of his thoughts. Who was the creature with eyes that clashed metal with dirt? Why did the intruder enter this land? Would the male let Nova partake in the creation of smoke?

Questions and questions flung themselves onto his thoughts, giving them an unnecessary weight. This person didn’t register as anyone he’s encountered before. Though, Pillar knew his memories had more tears and holes than a superficial female’s jeans have. Mentally, his image shrugged to himself in remorse for not paying attention. Too bad he could never conjure up the emotion of anger.

During this flood of heavy thoughts, Pillar meandered in the direction of the creature inhaling and exhaling poisonous haze. “Breaching the borders should have altered the swarm,” Pillar sighed, his voice barely above a noticeable whisper.

Abruptly, a gust of wind billowed precariously around the two males as though it was trying to wipe away Nova’s words. With a slight tinge of indigence, he pulled his coat that was a few shades shy of becoming the envy of all monarchs.

Soon the dance would commence, either Jackson or Daniel would win, then the loser would be drinking more alcohol, and therefore getting more drunk. Well, the party had definitely begun before Jackson then laughed, "What kind of punishment is that? This is a drinking party, no? Losers have to...take off one piece of clothing for every time they loose. Hah! That's brilliant! It's like strip poker, except with another game!", excited about his own idea. Ro looked to Daniel whose face was a picture moment...well, so was his, with this wild idea of Jackson's before Daniel agreed, "I'll admit, you have a good point there".

Daniel then walked over and drunk more vodka, before he then challenged Jackson first. Ro was pleased not to go first. As the saying goes anyhow, save the best till last, wasn't that so? It was clear that Jackson was drunk, and for someone popular for his looks, it seemed either way would benefit. Same with Ro, afterall, he couldn't be a sportman without his muscular body. At first thought, Ro was thinking it was wild, but as he thought more about it, it didn't seem so bad. Maybe the alcohol was getting to him, so as soon as Daniel turned and told him, "You're next, so you better be ready" and then Jackson calling back, "You are going up against the winner mi amigo!", Ro then decided it was time for another drink!

Grabbing a can, he slowly took a few sips, before he went to play his turn. He noticed how the most drunk was the one who lost, well, generally anyway, so he tended to drink less than what Daniel and Jackson had to come out on top. It worked, to an extent, as Daniel was stripped down to only his boxers and socks, while Jackson was totally lost with his pants off. Certainly caused a stir-up when he pulled them down, though wasn't stripping part of the job of a model anyway. Ro on the otherhand first took off his bands on his arms, as they were still an item of clothing, and since he was more awake, he also won the argument.

When he started feeling a little off, he stopped the drink, as he went into the kitchen during Jackson and Daniel's game, throwing water at himself to wake him up. His sports' energy drink and the drink he had consumed, certainly did not mix, so before he drank too much, he made sure that after the game, his jeans were still on to have some dignity, while he just left the shirt off. Besides, his hair dangled down elegantly and beautifully down the sides anyhow, and he took the necklace off as well. Once the game was over, Ro had consumed a bit more drink after he had splashed himself, as water dripped from his hair and ran down his body, before moving into the crowd, much like what he saw Dan doing. Before, he felt shy and afraid to ask a girl out, knowing how troublesome he was, but now, he felt he could take them all on. So while Jackson and Daniel kept their antics, Ro was on the dancefloor, swaying from left and right, with a bottle being in his right hand, his left hand whoever he was dancing with, which was hard to tell, while he continued to just laugh wildly. Mentally, he kept telling himself to keep moving, because if he didn't, then he'd just collapse. This party sure....was.....wild, but he would sure regret all his drinking later on, but thankfully, even if his brother had forced it down him, he had helped him get used to the consumption of alcohol to prevent him from being affected so quickly and rushing to the bathroom...though he may have to soon......

Jackson laughed hysterically having Daniel fool around with him. He stumbled around to keep his balance as he wandered to find Ro. "Ro! Ro!!! Come on! Iz wyour turn to smackd mah buttz!" Jackson laughed. Jackson took Daniel's hand before dragging him off to find Ro. This was too much fun for Jackson. Spending this night with his two best friends. How could it get better?



The party was pretty much over. The music had died and Jackson's house was practically empty, except for the three great amigos. The house was trashed and the alcohol almost gone. Jackson was now just an emotional and also retarded drunkard. He held onto his empty glass and stumbled around the house, calling for Ro and Daniel. Jackson was totally incompetent. He couldn't even remember where the bathroom is. He was looking for his friends to ask them, or he might just pee right here and now. "Ro!!!! Daniel!!! I needz to pweeeeee!" He called out. He tripped over the couch and fell face first into it's comfy embrace. Muted shouts came from the couch as Jackson called out for Ro and Daniel again. He mangaged enough strength to shove himself off his face and onto the floor. "I need to pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He screamed out for everyone to hear. "Imma pwee wrigth here!" He threatened.

After much dancing and moving between bodies and rooms in the house, Daniel had finally started to find articles of his clothing. One of them, that is. The boy had found his shirt in the oven, which was thankfully clean and not turned on. So instead of wearing nearly nothing, he was now in his shirt, boxers, and one white sock. The other one had left him, escaped off his foot and ran away.

Currently the senior was lying on the kitchen counter, and unlike Jackson he was starting to sober up a bit, although it wasn't much. His stomach was starting to feel upset but the room wasn't spinning around him nearly as much, the lights weren't so bright, he could see a little better and he was starting to become more cognitive. Returning to normal was both a bit of a relief and a bit of a downer, the process was slow yet one didn't really notice it until they were almost completely sober and then the fun times were over, but you knew if you just drank again you'd be digging a bigger hole for yourself. He sighed, he could really go for a joint right about now.

Eventually Daniel sat back up, bring lured from his inert state by the blonde's voice. "He is so wasted." Daniel slurred, half amused and half sympathetic, but it was hard to tell what he really felt in this state. He swung his legs over the marble and let himself drop to the floor. His eyes lingered on the time for a moment until he was able to piece together the numbers. It was nearing two in the morning, yet he didn't feel tired in the slightest.

After chuckling a bit to himself Daniel walked over to his plastered friend, who was currently lying on the floor. He really wished he had a camera to capture this moment, unfortunately his phone was gone as well. Hopefully no one made off with it, or the money in his jean pocket. Oh shit. A feeling a dread hit him, he really hoped that everything that had been in his pants stayed there. The scrawny teenager straightened out his boxers, and he really hoped he would be able to find the trousers soon as well. Maybe he would enlist Ro to help him, once he found Ro that is.

"Alright, get up champ. Alleyoop." Daniel reached out to pull Jackson up and support him. He winced at the added weight, this was a bad idea, no way was he a suitable crutch. It would have to do though. As they stumbled across the room he laughed, finding the whole thing embarrassingly comical. "I am not helping you take a piss." He warned lightheartedly, and led the other boy to the restroom, promptly giving him a gentle nudge towards the room. "Don't fall." He cautioned while releasing the blonde from his hold, trying to make sure he didn't just slip and crack his head open on the tile floor.

Jackson laughed, holding onto Daniel. "Ha... why'd you put your shirt on?" Jackson asked, poking at his chest as they made their way to the bathroom. Jackson had a goofy smile on his face as he spoke. As Daniel began to let go of him, Jackson tugged on his shirt,mumbling, "You looked better without it... Take it off... I wanna touch it... and lick it..." As Jackson spoke, he began to moan. Then quickly stopped, remembering he had to pee. He shut the door on Daniel dramatically and headed to the toilet. "I love peeing!!! It feels so good!!!" Jackson screamed. Jackson was so wasted, he wasn't even thinking.He said whatever came into his head.... like such: "Daniel!!! How big are your balls!? Are they smaller than mine? Or bigger.... I bet Ro's are huge!" He laughed hysterically.

Jackson's physical affections hadn't been too bad, he giggled as the boy poked him while they walked. "Because it's cold!" He answered as he laughed, but the noise ceased as the blonde starting making such lewd comments. Words along the lines of "Take it off." and "I wanna touch it.", not to mention the final blow of "And lick it." had turned the color of Daniel's face to a shade the rivaled the red of his eyeglasses. The boy gulped as the other moaned, his skin suddenly feeling too hot again. These things weren't supposed to be alright in the slightest, he was supposed to be disgusted by such propositions not, well, turned on.

It must be because he was still drunk, no, it had to be. Daniel did know of the true reason why girls lacked appeal to him, and it was brought to his attention in neon lights in his intoxication. When he was sober he could at least deny it enough to convince himself that in that area he was totally normal. He was an eccentric guy and brought a lot of burdens on his parents, while he excelled academically and was practically guaranteed to get into a good school he brought other troubles on them. The science experiments, dangerous adventures, meddling and occasions where he had been arrested were only a few of them. The young Evanson had always been a pretty troublesome kid.

So the least he could do was lighten the load by being normal in the area of sexuality. He had even dated a few girls, though he held no romantic nor sexual attraction towards them, and he had never tried to enter relationships with the boys that he had held those feelings for. Daniel had written it off as just a phase but he truly did know that it wasn't, and the alcohol and sudden advances had broken down the wall. Something that he would have to build back up later, because it's not like he needed love anyways. He just wanted to make sure his parents wouldn't be anymore disappointed in him, or worse.

It came to a relief when Jackson released him and shut himself in the restroom. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before backing up and leaning against the wall opposite of the door. His mind told him it wasn't healthy for him to continue like this, but his mind could be damned to Hell. He had all that he needed. "Or bigger.... I bet Ro's are huge!" The boy laughed at the comment. What was he doing, thinking such thoughts? What a bother, if the dam had crumbled he'd just go with the flow, and take care of it later.

"Yeah, just like basketballs!" Daniel called back, grinning ear to ear once more.

"Ro! Ro!!! Come on! lz wyour turn to smackd mah buttz!", he heard Jackson call, but Ro was in his own world, much like what Jackson was in earlier, so seeing Jackson coming with Daniel with him, he thought they were playing hide and seek. At the moment, Jackson and Daniel were the seekers while Ro remained in hiding, as he moved from one person to another, holding them by the waist and twirling around, before obliging Jackson's laugh and laughing, but before he could be seen, he had already emerged himself into another crowd. He was not a sportsman for no reason, though right now, he certainly wasn't in the condition to play sports right now. Tonight, was a night to relax, a night to finally enjoy himself.

As time went by, it amazed him how well the party went, and couldn't believe how many actually wished to dance with him, since there was not exactly as many people in the mansion party, yet there was enough for Jackson's mini version, and he loved every second. For one of the first times in his life, he actually felt strong enough to confront his fears, sticking his neck out the sand, to dance with a few girls and even giving a cheeky kiss. Afterall, he wasn't exactly himself, but since he was intoxicated with how much he was drinking (well it's the excuse he likes to think of, rather than himself), his request to date was denied, and before long, the party was over. However, he wasn't up to see the end. The last he remembered was some guy whacking him over the head for touching his girl and he fell back, knocked out. Not only by the hit, but the alcohol inside.

Ro didn't know how long he was out cold, but when he woke up, he was woken up with a shout, "I need to pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!.....Imma pwee wrighth here!". His eyes glanced around him to see where he was, before lifting himself up, using the wall to help him up before groaning and rubbing his head. It was alright, and no blood so all was well, except the fact that he had missed the end of the party, so his ears perked up to hear sound at the back. He smiled, least he wasn't all on his own, as he again used the wall for support to walk into the kitchen, before throwing water on his face and into his hair so it was nice and silky and smooth again.

Once he was done freshening himself up, he then moved towards where he heard voices, "Daniel!!! How big are your balls!? Are they smaller than mine? Or bigger....I bet Ro's are huge!.....Yeah, just like basketballs!", with the "basketballs" part catching himself as he laughed, no doubt being heard by his buds, who was alot more used to all this than him. He didn't think he could play any sport right now. Turning the corner, he saw Daniel and smiled, as he gripped onto the wall and took a breather, "Step away from the wall Danny", as he dashed towards him.

Right now, he needed to regain his posture and right now, his once strong legs that once played many games, were feeling wobbly. So as soon as he reached Danny, oblivious that he had called him Danny rather than Daniel, his left arm wrapped round him with his hand gripping onto his left shoulder, while his chin rested against his right shoulder. Once he had rested and started to ground his feet a bit, he then muttered, "I feel terribly weak, yet I feel I can do anything...whys that?", he asked curiously. It was just a strange feeling. He felt one thing physically yet another side told him otherwise, and then added, "And wheres' ol' pretty boy?", smirking.

"Step away from the wall Danny." The boy moved his head towards Ro, who was using the wall to keep him upright. He smiled, looks like he didn't have to worry about finding him, and what was even better was that he looked to be in one piece. The moment didn't stay as a frozen picture, the other boy rushed forward, and soon latched onto him as if the red head was the only thing that would keep him from falling ungracefully to the floor.

Daniel laughed when dark hair brushed against his face and neck as Ro placed his chin on his shoulder. This contact was fine, words were so much more difficult for him. "I feel terribly weak, yet I feel I can do anything...whys that?" He stumbled a bit to regain his balance, which was soon found by using the wall to support both him and Kaizer. "That's what consuming copious amounts of alcohol will do to you." He said gleefully between the giggles that escaped past his lips. He had gotten his wish of seeing Ro under the influence, well to an extent, as the younger boy had seemed determined to play a game of aversion earlier on the dance floor. It looked like he too was starting to sober up, if just barely.

"And wheres' ol' pretty boy?" He snorted at the comment, he had said the same thing earlier - looks like they agreed that if anything Jackson was definitely pretty. Daniel pointed a long, skinny finger at the door a bit down the hall. "Bathroom." He told him. "Probably going to hurl soon. He's wasted." The expression he held could be named one of amusement and affection, his new found friends really were something else, and he was enjoying it. The last time he had this much fun was when he and a few members of the science club had decided to blow up a few things in some guy named Freddie's yard. Daniel had some people he could call casual friends, but it's been awhile since the last time he had done something like this with people.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Daniel's arm was wrapped around Ro's back to keep him standing, his other arm hung lifelessly at his side. His smile faltered when he spotted a red mark on the side of the other boy's forehead. "What, did you ding yourself?" He questioned, using his free arm to reach over and poke the mark. It looked good on him, but then again, Daniel thought that the ruins of a hospital or asylum were enticing as well.

Jackson stood and pulled his boxers up with a great big smile. When he heard Daniel's comment on Ro's balls.... Jackson couldnt help but laugh. Basketballs. "Imagine having that shoved up your ass!!!!" he screamed, opening the bathroom door and saw Ro. He couldn't help but say, "how big is your dick?"
Jackson swayed back and forth and poked Ro in the chest. "Me and Daniel were just talking about it and i need to know!!" Jackson placed his weigth on Daniel and ran a finger in circles on his chest. "Dont be shy here, Ro. You mist be a sex demon with that dick of your... Mmm.... God... The thought of is making me all horny Ro... " his speech slurred and his voice slowly trailed off. Jackson was talking about his inner most desires... And he'd had them for a while. Now that he was drunk, he was letting out all those buried feelings.