Impractical Everything (ON HIATUS)

House Party

You and the men walk up the stairs to your apartment. You say "I have more than just beer you know. What's your poison, guys?" "Well, mine is whiskey." Murr says "I stick with beer for my video games, thanks." Says Q with a sly smile. "I'll have whatever's there." Says Joe.

When Sal says nothing, you lean on his shoulder to get his attention. "Salvatore? You got anything to say, bud?" You ask politely. "I've never had a drink." He says embarrassed. "Bullshit Sal!" Murr shouts.

As you unlock the door to your apartment, you tell the guys to shut up. You call to your cat, (y/cn). "Hey there beautiful." Says Q petting the cat. She/he purrs at him. "So, what do you guys wanna do first? Eat some junk food? (You point to the donuts on the table) Or jump right in and play?" You say with a wink. Murr gets flustered, as you winked right at him. "Let's play some games!" Says Q with such excitement you thought his inner child was coming out, but decide not to embarrass him.

"Um, I only have 3 chairs, but maybe I could share with one of you?" You say smiling. Sal almost jaw drops at this. He says "I don't mind sharing the same chair as you." "Thanks, Sal! Really appreciate it." You say smiling. "Excuse me, waitress, when are those drinks gonna come out?" Murr says jokingly. You say "Their in the kitchen, king dresscoat." You say back.

Sal falls over laughing, just missing the table to hold him up. Instead, he hits his head. "Ouch!" He cries. You come over with an ice pack, and swaddle him as Joe, Q, and Murr play the video games. You get annoyed at this, and decide to speak up. "Hey guys, your friend is hurt. Don't you think you should have gotten up before an almost complete stranger did?"

They pretend not to pay attention. You walk over and unplug the games. "Let me repeat that for you: Hey guys, your friend is hurt. Don't you think you should have gotten up before an almost complete stranger did?" "Yeah, we're sorry." They say in unison.

There was slience in the room so thick that the jaws of life couldn't cut though it. So you broke it up by saying "Listen guys. I'm sorry for being such a bitch. It just--" You begin to say, but are cut off by Joe. "Don't worry 'bout it, we are human ya know." Joe says with a chuckle. "And you really weren't being a bitch. Just protective. Thank you, (y/n)." Sal says. Embarrassed, you nod your thanks to Sal. "Hey, who wants a real drink?" "Me!!!" They all say.

You go in the kitchen by yourself blushing as red as a fire truck.