Newsies Oneshots/Crack

3- Saturday Night

TW: Mentions of Alcohol, Jack has a crying breakdown at some point, and there are some suggestive scenes
Ships: Sprace, Javid
AU: None

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"Hey guys, look what I got!" Racetrack yelled, running into the Newsboys' lounge.

"Race, that's never a good sentence coming from you." David said without looking up.

"Yeah. Racer, what'd ya do?" Spot asked curiously.

"I won a bet. And look!"

Race triumphantly held up a bottle of whiskey.

"You got a full bottle of whiskey? Must have been one hell of a bet." Jack said.

"Yep- Wanna share it?"

"You actually know how to share?" Spot joked.

"You know I do!"

"Really? When I sleep over, you never share the goddamn blanket-"

"Alright, everyone, calm down. Anyone have a knife on them to open the bottle with?" Jack asked.

"I do." Spot said, grabbing the bottle and prying it open with the knife. He immediately took a swig of it and coughed.

"Are you okay?" Racetrack asked, his eyes genuinely flooding with concern.

"Just forgot it was whiskey... I haven't had any strong alcohol in a while so that was a fun punch to the gut..."

"Sorry."

"It's fine."

"Spot, pass it here." Jack said. Spot obliged, and Jack took a large swig of it without even flinching.

"Jack, how the-"

"I handle alcohol well."

"Oh."

Jack held the bottle out to David, smirking. "Davey... Do you want some?"

"No way. That's irresponsible."

"If you do it, I might kiss-"

"Give me the goddamn bottle."

David reluctantly took a sip and gagged.

"My God, that's terrible."

"It's alcohol, what do you expect?"

"Something that doesn't taste like shit."

"More for me then."

Jack drank another good amount and passed the bottle to Race. Race drank a large amount and put it down.

"Jack, how are you not wasted off your ass right now?" Race asked, laughing.

"Self-control."

"Sure. I give it about five minutes."

"Race, we aren't betting on this."

"Why? Are you scared I'll win?"

Jack's face suddenly darkened. He instantly got emotional and he looked on the verge of tears. "I'm afraid of a lotta things, Race..."

"Jack? You okay?"

Jack shook his head and Spot stood up, pinning Racetrack to a wall.

"Stop worrying about Jack and kiss me, pretty boy."

Racetrack nervously laughed and panicked, staring into Spot's eyes. David quietly snickered at this, and Race blushed intensely.

"Oh, shut it! Spot, you got drunk fast, goddamn-"

"Spot's not the only one." David said flatly, pointing to Jack. Jack was crying softly and clinging onto David's arm by this point.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Will you stop worrying about other men and just kiss me, you asshole?" Spot scoffed, pinning Racetrack harder. Racetrack gave in and kissed Spot, and Spot let go.

"I want what they have..." Jack whispered.

"You have it right here, you dumbass." David said, almost slightly offended.

"I do? Thats great! I love you, Davey~"

"I love you too, Jack."

"I really don't deserve you, Davey."

"Don't talk like that."

"I wish I had a family like yours... Your folks seem so nice. Maybe one day we'll have a family. And we could get a horse."

David laughed at his boyfriend's drunk nonsense. "Maybe not the horse."

Jack started legitimately crying. "But they're gonna turn him into glue if I don't buy himmm!"

"Okay, now I'm concerned, Jack- Are you okay?"

"Jack?"

"Yeah... That's your name."

"I gots a lotta names, Davey. Like Cowboy. And Jack. And Francis. And sometimes people call me a street rat sometimes."

"That's... Okay, what happened to handling alcohol well?"

Jack suddenly looked distraught, and he began sobbing. "You're right.... I can't do nothin' well... I'm such a failure. That's why my whole family left me, ain't it?"

David's eyes widened- something about how emotional and pained Jack sounded told him that what was just said was more than your average drunk ramblings.

"...Jack?"

"Would they even love me no more if they knew their only son turned out to be such a pathetic street rat?"

"Jack, this isn't-"

"I would hate me too."

"I'm getting concerned-"

"I don't deserve no family anyways!"

"Jack-"

Jack began openly sobbing, and David made a mental note to never give him alcohol again.

"Spot, are you- Wait, Spot...?"

Davis turned around and realized Spot and Race had left.

"Crap... At least we'll have a good headline tomorrow, most likely."

Suddenly, David heard a loud crash downstairs, and heard Les yell up to him.

"DAVEY!! RACETRACK AND SPOT ARE DOING PARKOUR OFF OF THE TABLES DOWN HERE!"

"CRAP- Come on, Jack, we have to stop them before they do something stupid."