The Youtuber Inn

"I Hate Drunk Shane"

(Shane's POV)

"Ok, if anyone asks, we went out to run some errands, don't say anything about the date."
Joey said to me, holding onto the shiny handle of room 341. I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you so ashamed of me?" I asked, looking up at the beautiful boy. He smirked.

"Shane...I'm not ashamed of you..it's just...you have a girlfriend. I don't want you to be the next Marcus, you know?"

I crossed my arms. He placed a peck on my cheek.

"I missed you." He said.

"I missed you too."

We entered the large hotel room which was overflowing with drunk, sweaty, and probably extremely confused youtubers.
Suddenly, an extremely underaged girl and her slightly less underaged friend approached us. A brunette and a redhead.

"Joey!! Shane!! Oh my god!! Im such a huge fan!" The brunette shouted, hugging joey and then me.

"Shane!! Joey!! We love you guys so much!!" The redhead said, hugging me and then joey.
Of course the younger one liked Joey more.

We greeted the fans politely and then let them go, shrugging at each other as they ran off.

The party was intense.
Almost dangerously intense.

I had never seen so many youtubers so incredibly wasted. It was almost scary being around them...i felt uncomfortable. Unsafe.

Joey squeezed my hand, giving me a bright smile. I smiled back.

"You wanna drink?" He asked, looking up at me with his sparkly eyes. I nodded.

*Several drinks later*

I never should have even come on this trip.
I knew there would be a night like this. A night where I get completely, utterly hammered.

Really, I wasn't much of a drinker. I'd much rather stuff my face with chocolate cake than down a tray of shots. But the peer pressure got to me (as it usually did) and I soon found myself drunker than I'd ever been.

"So yeah. Moral of the story: never be the DJ at a club where your uniform is a bear suit."

Jonny said, sipping his cocktail. The group around me was laughing, and I guess I was laughing too. Which was weird, because I didn't find Jonny's stories funny. I didn't understand them at all, but I wasn't sure if that was because he didn't make sense or if I was too drunk for him to make sense.

"Jonny, you're hilarious!" Joey shouted. Sober shane would've rolled his eyes, but drunk shane was too drunk to do so.

"You guys wanna play a game?" Jonny proposed, narrowing his brows and leaning into a huddle deviously.

Now, sober shane would've come up with some sort of excuse for him to be a complete introvert and get the hell out of there, because any other time I played games at a party it always ended up really fucking shitty.

But this was drunk shane-and drunk shane was pretty much up for anything and everything. Drunk shane did whatever the fuck he wanted. Drunk shane was a dare devil. Drunk shane never knew when to stop. Drunk shane took advantage of opportunities. Drunk shane put himself in bad situations. Drunk shane was impulsive, and sometimes, dangerous.

I hate drunk shane.

But here he was, playing drink or dare with some gay guy he had just met and a couple other youtubers including Joey, Jenna, Naomi, Caspar, Zoe, and Connor.
Sober shane didn't understand why we had to play such shitty highschool games at these parties, but drunk shane loved it.

"K. Rules of the game: simple. We go around in a circle, each person spinning the bottle. Whoever it lands on, you dare. If they turn down the dare, they have to take a shot. Sound good?"
Jonny explained. The group nodded.

"Alright. I'll start."
He cleared his throat, reaching for the bottle in the center of the floor. He gave it a light spin, and it soon reached Jenna.

"Hmmm...ok. Jenna, I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the circle."

Sober shane rolled his eyes. What the hell was I doing here? This was absolutely ridiculous.

Jenna smirked. Next thing I knew, she was straddling Joey's hips, her lips forcefully pressed against his.

Pure rage rushed through me.

Joey kissed back, one hand around her waist and the other in her hair. Her legs were almost completely wrapped around him, her hands grasping his lower back. Jenna pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip as if she was going to take it with her. She giggled.

Drunk shane was bad enough.
But angry drunk shane?
Man, you were in for a bumpy ride.

"Slut," i muttered, in-between fake coughs. Sober shane never would have done that.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, sorry. I just, yeah, I just called you a slut."

"What the fuck shane?"

"Im just, like i get that you're superrrrr drunk and like so am I and shit but like you have a boyfriend bitch. Haha."

She shot me a glare.

"Im spinning the fucking bottle." She stated, doing just that. And if course, it landed on me. That's just my luck isn't it.

"Ok shane, I give you the same dare. Kiss the hottest person in the circle."

I frowned. I immediately thought of Joey, but I didn't want to make out with him right after jenna did, and I knew that it was exactly what she wanted. I reached for a shot.

"Fucking wuss. I knew it."

I held the shot in my hand, pausing before I drank it. I took a deep breath, then poured it down my throat.

"I expected more of you, Shane." Jonny said jokingly.

But the thing about drunk shane is that he can't tell what's a joke and what's just straight up bullying.

So, of course, his first reaction was to down 7 more shots in a matter of 20 seconds.

"There. Is that what you expected?"

I stood up from the circle, marching into the bedroom for some quiet. My mind was racing. I had stood up far too fast after those shots. Everything around me spun.

I stumbled into the bedroom, placing my hand on a wall to stabilize me as I walked. I collapsed on the bed, resting my eyes for a moment. I sat up quickly, then opened my eyes to find Joey standing in front of me.

"Shane, I'm sorry they're such jerks. Heck, I'm sorry I'm such a jerk. I've been awful to you recently."

"You, you're never awful." I slurred.

"Shane,"

"You're my favorite pursen evvveeerr."

"Listen to me, you're drunk,"

"I wanna kiss you again."

And so I did. I grabbed joey's collar with two hands, pulling him down with me as I leaned back onto the bed. He was now hovering over me. I sucked at his neck.

"Shane, you're not, oh my god,"

I continued to bite at his neck, then stopped when I realized how much he was enjoying it. I grabbed his collar again and pulled him into another kiss.

And that's when Marcus came in.

Like I said, I hate drunk shane.

(wha t even is thi s ??)