Guys Night Out (Phan and KickTheStickz)

Alcohol and Karaoke

One cab ride later, Dan and Phil finally arrive at the club, and look around for Chris and PJ. They immediately see Chris taking multiple vodka shots with about several more in front of him. The walk up to the mortified PJ and -obviously- drunk Chris.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" Chris slurs his words, barely understandable.

"You told us to come here, remember?" Dan can't help but laugh at Chris.

"Are you drunk already, Chris?" Phil questions, mouth agape at all of the empty shot glasses on the counter. There were at least 12.

As Chris scoffs, PJ says, "Yes, he is." Chris glares at PJ, but he just brushes it off. "I told him not to drink so much, and that he should wait, but he insisted on 'starting the party a little early.'" PJ made air quotations for emphasis.

"Okay, but I feel GREAT." Chris spun around on his bar stool. "Weeeeee..."

PJ gave a laugh. "You always act like a three year old when you drink. Why did I agree to this?"

"Because I am a party god!" Chris proclaims, standing up, just barely keeping steady on his feet. With a finger in the air, Chris continues. "Now that we're all here, let the night begin!"

~

After a good half hour later, the other three boys had gotten just as drunk as Chris. As the boys sat at the bar drinking and such, Phil saw a group of people walking from another room laughing and poking fun at one another. Curious, he got up to go to the room, stumbling ever so slightly.

"Where are you going?" The three looked at their friend with as much curiosity as Phil was giving the room.

"I'm going to check out what in that room over there. " He threw a thumb over his shoulder to the fleeting group.

"Oh, that's just the room where people do karaoke and stuff." PJ downed another shot as he poke casually, seeming almost as if he hadn't drunk a thing, when in reality, his vision blurred every time he moved any part of his body.

Dan was the one to reply. "You mean tell me that this place has a mother fuckin' karaoke room and you never told me?" Chris, Dan and Phil looked at PJ with eyes that hinted at playful betrayal.

PJ rolls his eyes. "Chris, you knew, don't look at me like that."

Dan and Phil directed their gazes to Chris. "Oops, I forgot." With that, the fantastic foursome trailed into the room. Despite the number of people in the whole club, only a small few were in the karaoke room. The group didn't think too much of it, and just went to choose songs to sing.

"Oh my God, Phil!" Dan spotted the perfect song and couldn't pass it up. "I feel that no matter what other song we choose, I am making all of you sing this."

Phil tilted his head, smiled, and lifted an eyebrow of confusion. Chris saw what Dan had chosen and gave a nod of approval, holding back laughter. PJ and Phil exchanged lost looks between each other, but went along no matter. As they waited their turn to sing the song Dan was forcing them to sing, PJ grabbed another round of shots from the bar. Just as he came back, it was time from them to sing. Dan smirks at PJ and motions for him to come onto the small stage.

As soon PJ's foot hits the first of three steps, the music begins to come through the speakers. Chris is laughing up a lung, and Phil rolls his eyes, face palming. As Dan begins to sing, PJ hurried to join him.

"Together, together, together everyone." Dan and PJ sloppily side step to the beat, Phil and Chris joining in. "Together, together c'mon let's have some fun!" Despite the song choice and their earlier comments, the whole the group have fun throughout. Maybe it's the alcohol in their systems, but all four feel as if tonight's just going to be one that they won't forget for a while. As the song comes to an end, they're all fueled with a new high on the night. The few people in the room that weren't Dan, Phil, Chris, or PJ, applauded the performance of horrible singing and dancing. With some bows, they file off stage, take the shots left on the table, and decide to move the party somewhere else.

"But where?" Chris asks leaning on PJ, PJ wrapping his arms around Chris's waist. Dan and Phil noticed and slightly envied that they could do those things in public and not have to worry about their viewers, or at least just play and joke around without freaking out. Pushing these troubling thoughts aside, the boys just wanted to enjoy the spoils of the night.

"Back at our flat." Phil says smiling. "We already have some alcohol stored away, so we don't have to worry about scavenging the city for more in our intoxicated states."

"Sounds like a plan!" PJ exclaims.

"How do we get all get the flat?" Dan asks, thinking the most rationally amongst the rest. Not that he wasn't totally wasted too, he just always had a voice of reason in his head, sober or not.

"We just call a cab." Chris says. "Or two? One for PJ and I, the other for you and Phil."

"Sounds fair enough." Dan grabs his phone, and calls the cab service.

A/N: Kinda ended this chapter awkwardly, but oh well. So, how's this for a second chapter? Good? Yes? Should we just not? We're gonna update anyways cause Yolo.