The Types Of Drunks

Hotel Room

"Which room are we in?"

"Room... 82."

"JESUS!"

The seven made their way to their hotel room, Evan and Shain 'bantering' as the shove each other to be first. Roaming down the fancy hallway, the teens walked. Although Say did complain on how tried he was getting, leaning onto Mitch. Mitch adverted his eyes, pleading silently to his girlfriend. Only for Josie to be looking at her phone. 

"Shut up Say."

"But Shain! I'm tired!"

"Yeah, I bet. Because you're so fragile, right?"

"I'M NOT FRAGILE!"

Shain only tiled his head back to look at him, huffing but grinning cheekily. He started sprinting, leaving the others behind. Lightly panting, as his stamina was short compared to most, Shain's black eyes ghosted over the numbers of the doors as he sprinted by. 
'78, 79 ... 82!'

Spotting his door number, he stopped in front of it, catching his breath. The others were still going down the hall, meters away from him. Pulling out the key card, he swiped it, unlocking the door. Pushing it open, he smelled light fragrances of lavender and sea breeze. Walking in, he breath in deeply, enjoying the scent after being stuck in a car with a bunch of guys for so long. 

Spotting a nice looking couch, he skipped towards it and flopped onto it with a slight bounce. Sighing, he shrugged off his heavy book bag and relaxed his stiff muscles. Rolling off his stomach and onto his back, he stared at the ceiling. Hearing footsteps, he faced to where the kitchen was. He expected to see one of the guys, but saw someone with their back turned to him. 

"AHHHH! HOLY SHIT!"

"OH MY GOD-!"

Shain screamed, scaring the crap out the other person. They swirled around to face him, and once they made eye contact, they stopped screaming, and began laughing. 

"Ah.. oh my god.. It's just you.."

"Dude! YOU SCARED ME!"

"I didn't know you were in here! You scared me!"

"Haha, yeah."

"Anyways Ricardo, what cha' doing here?"

"Oh, I was invited to the wedding too."

Pushing his dark brown hair back, the Puerto Rican beamed at his Asian friend. He wore a simple white shirt with his country's flag on it, and beige shorts, along with some simple sandals. His dark brown hair was slightly ruffled and curled onto his face and around his ears. 

Sitting up, Shain chatted with Ricardo, as the other joined the party. Evan whistled, scanning the room with his stormy eyes. Jace placed his bags down, as Dante's eyes lighted up at who Shain was talking to; before bounding up to Ricardo, sitting on the stool next to him. 

Mitch stayed behind to help Josie and Say, used to the fact they usually needed help. Evan threw his pack onto the ground, then sitting down on a bean bag chair, looking slightly odd due to the fact his long legs stretched out in front of him. Jace took a seat on a one person seat crossing his legs over and relaxing. 

"This is our room?"

Shain, as well as Ricardo, nodded. Shain pulled out the wedding invitation, holding it between his fingers. It was a light pink color, with cursive writing undercoating it. He flipped it over, eyes tracing over his name and the direction written on it.

'Shain, bring your friends with you. The more the merrier! We booked a 5-star hotel just for you guys. The room should be big enough for around 8 people or so, so enjoy! Everything's on us!' 

Wickedly grinning, he brought his over hand to lift his ebony hair off his neck, although it only returned back into it's place once he took his hand away. Lifting his glasses off his hair, he looked back at the invitation and spoke clearly for once. 

"So, Ida and Emmett are rich, right?"

"Yeah."

"Duh."

"Of course."
"We ALL know."

"So, this room is completely on their tab, not ours. Meaning, we can don't pay a thing."

Standing up, he walked over to the kitchen, passing Dante and Ricardo. Opening the fridge, he was pleased to find it was stocked with various types of food and drinks. Grabbing a sprite, he closed the door. 

"So boys, feast!"

Grinning, Evan raided the cabinets, finding some oreos and more of his favorite snacks. His eyes sparkled, and he grabbed all of it.

"This is mine!"

As the rest looted the kitchen, Shain walked over to Say, Mitch, and Josie. Giving them a blank stare as Say carefully did... something.. He walked into the hallway, pleased to find more doors.

'8 people huh?'

Each door was a different color, all colors of the rainbow, with the addition of teal. He peaked into the orange one, curious to how it would look. 

The room itself was spacious for a room inside another room. The black flooring was covered in a nice orange rug, matching the orange walls. The bed was king sized, with a thick black blanket over it, along with orange pillows of various sizes. A balcony was hidden by black curtains, with light orange lace decorating it.  To his right was a desk and nice sized flat screen tv, and a plug outlet near the desk as well. To his left was a closet and rack to hang things, and a orange bean bag. Next to the bed was a table, with a nice lamp.

Grinning in delight, he jumped onto the bed childishly, fanboying at how soft it was. Taking off his outer clothing, aka his dress shirt, leaving him in his socks, black tank top and shorts, he delved in the feeling of the silky blanket. Then he realized he was still wearing his necklaces. 

After rolling around a few more times, he slowly slid off the bed, leaning on the rug. Sitting up, he tossed his sunglasses onto the desk, almost missing  it by a few inches. Doing the same with his necklaces, he threw them onto the table next to the bed with the lamp. Standing up, he walked back to the doorway, shutting the door behind him. 

Walking, he stepped into the living room, grinning, although it looked very twisted. Josie turned to look at him, before shileding her eyes. 

"Oh my god! I don't want to see your bare shoulders Shain!"

His eye twitched as the other snickered. Picking up a book, he threw at her, only to miss and hit Mitch instead. Said boy winced. rubbing his arm.

"What the heck Shain!?"

"Tell your girlfriend to stop talking about my insecurities!"