The Types Of Drunks

Fashion

The glasses wearing male casually gripped the steering wheel, as the car continued its way to the Mall. He glanced back. Going with him to buy a suit were his three other friends.

Mitch rode shotgun, ear buds plugged into his ears as he stared out the window, watching the passing landscape. The brown haired boy was wearing his normal outfit, his signature brown-fur striped jacket and black jeans. His short brown hair was combed back, as usual.

Evan sat behind the driver seat, dressed in his large jean jacket, flannel shirt and jeans. His spiked up blonde hair bobbed up and down, going with the movement of his head.

Next to the pale skinned American was the dark skinned Jace, beanie on his head, holding back dark hair. He wore a plain white shirt under his jean vest, along with graphic jeans and various bracelets on his wrist. He was playing around on his phone.

Shain's, the driver, glasses had darkened, due to the bright sunny day outside. The slightly tanned boy wore a grey shirt, with a baggy cream graphic sweater over it and black jeans. His normally messy black hair was brushed and tied up, although a few strands were able to stick out. The watch on his wrist slightly reflected light into the back, as Shain stopped at a traffic light, ready to turn onto a different lane. It all seem peaceful enough, however, the radio played a new song.

"MY ANACONDA DON'T. MY ANACONDA DON'T. MY ANACANDA DON'T-"

"THIS IS MY JAM!"

Mitch slightly jumped, along with Jace laughing as Evan began to sing along. Shain grinned from his spot in the front, joining in on what part of the lyrics he did knew.

"Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit-"

Evan rapped along to the lyrics, playfully deepening and changing the pitch of his voice to the song.

"Dude! Sing!" Evan nudged Jace with his elbow, trying to get him to join as well. Jace easily caved in, rapping the next part.

"By the way, what he say?"

"Oh my god. Stop."

Mitch groaned in embarrassment, wishing he could just hide in his hood. Pulling it up, he sank lower into his seat, cheek flushing as other passengers in passing cars giving them odd looks. The other three ignored this, although Shain and Even did snicker, as Shain jumped into the chorus, deepening his voice to a bass.

"MY ANACONDA DON'T. MY ANCONDA DON'T. MY ANACONDA DON'T. MY ANACONDA DON'T-"

This time, Evan and Jace jumped in as well.

"WANT NONE UNLESS YA GOT BUNS HUN!"

Laughing, Shain had pulled into the Mall's parking lot, but cursed at how filled it was.

"What the fuck, where are their so many people, goddamit."

Jace looked around, before finding a nice spot near the front.

"Hey, there's a spot right there."

Following Jace's line of vision, Shain found it.

"Oh! There is- WHAT?! Those assholes!" However, a car quickly swooped in and stole their spot. Grumbling, Shain passed them, flipping them off quickly as he drove by. Luckily, a new spot had opened up, right at the entrance of the Mall. This time, Shain managed to get there and claim it.

Twisting his keys, he shut the car off. Unlocking the doors, the group piled out the car. Mitch stretched, before placing his hands back into his hoodie pockets. Jace followed, as Evan made a face at Shain.

"Hurry up. Dang, you take forever!"

"Shut up!"

He sneered at Evan, locking his car and placing his keys back into his pocket. The four made a short walk to the entrance of the building, the warm air fading into a cool one as they entered. Jace finally put his phone into his pocket, looking up. Evan glared at all the other people, but mostly couples and groups who stood in his way. Shain coughed at the choking smell of perfume.