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Responsibility

Had he been more himself, Scott would have pulled away from him right then and there, but as it was, he only giggled drunkenly.

"Honestly, though. What are you doing here?" Vincent asked.

"Mike thought it'd help my broken heart to be around ppeoople like mysself," Scott replied, shrugging half-heartedly. "But it'sss only got me worsse off. And drunk."

"I see," Vincent said.

Scott hummed and leaned into Vincent, letting his head rest in the crook of his neck. "Tonight," he said, "Tonight can be our last night together, then I can jussst blame it on the alcohol tomorrow morning."

Vincent didn't reply, only continued to dance him around slowly. He was definitely skilled with his feet.

Whatever that drink Scott had had before, it was starting to hit him now, he felt his mind swirling, the thin line between a stupid idea and a good one blurring. Grinning slightly, he let his teeth run down Vincent's neck, causing the arms that were holding him to stiffen slightly.

Scott pulled himself away from Vincent's neck and looked at him. "I could give you what you alwayssss wanted~" he said.

"Oh?" Vincent asked, sounding disinterested.

Scott grinned at him, "One last night. You and me. You want me, don'cha, Vinnyyy?~ Well, I tthhhink you sshhould take what you want."

"Well now I know you're drunk," Vincent replied.

"Whattya think?" Scott slurred, leaning back in to leave lines of kisses against Vincent's neck.

"I think you're not thinking right, and also that you need to stop doing that," Vincent said, his voice strained slightly like he was trying not to make a noise.

Scott pulled away and looked up at Vincent, "Taake me home with you tonight."

"No," Vincent replied.

"Yesss," Scott insisted, frowning.

"No," Vincent said again. "You're drunk and I know you'll regret it in the morning."

"Sssso? I'll sssleep until midday," Scott giggled and wrapped his arms around Vincent's neck, pushing their lips together.

Vincent pushed him away quickly, "Don't do this, Scott. You're making it hard for me."

Scott giggled again, "Makingg it hard isss kinda what I'm trying to do here."

Vincent sighed, "Stop it, Scott, I'm serious. Otherwise we both might do something we regret."

Scott frowned, "Why do you care? Yooou're the one whoo only wanted me for my body."

Vincent looked at him for a moment, then sighed, "I know. But I think I'm changing my mind."

Scott tilted his head, "And ssso am I. Now, kiss meee~" He leaned up again and smashed their lips together.

It took all of Vincent's self discipline to push Scott away this time. "Stop it, please. Please. You know I want to, you know I want to take you home with me right now. Gawddangit, I really want to. But it's not fair on you. You gotta help me out here. Stop teasing me like this."

Scott giggled, "Teasssing you, huh? Mm, Viiincent, I love the way you hold me when we dance~ It's t-turning me onnn~ Mmm~"

Vincent's eyes widened, he let go of Scott, "Dear gawd, I wonder how you're a virgin if this is how you act when you're drunk."

Scott giggled again, narrowing his eyes at Vincent, he grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him forward and simultaneously walking backwards into the wall. He tried to kiss him once more, but Vincent moved his head away again.

Frustrated, Scott decided to up his game, pushing his hips up into Vincent's. Vincent inhaled sharply, "Scott, what the heck do you think you're doing?!"

Vincent's hands travelled down to Scott's hips, but not to pull him forward. He pushed Scott away gently, but Scott just pushed back up against him. He tried again to push Scott's hips away, growling in frustration.

Suddenly, somebody was between the two, peeling Vincent away from Scott and punching him square in the face.

Vincent doubled over, clutching his face.

"Are you alright?" This was Mike's voice, from somewhere next to Scott.

"Yeeah," Scott said. "Whhat're you doing?"

"Are you kidding me?! What do you mean 'what am I doing'! That rapist was crawling all over you!"

Vincent stood up, shaking his head and pulling his hand away from his face, "No, I wasn't! Scott was the one trying to force himself on me!"

"Yeah, right," Mike replied, glaring daggers at him, "You creep."

"I'm not a creep!" Vincent glared back at him, "Ask Scott! I was trying to push him away."

"Oh, no you don't. Don't you even bring Scott into this. You're disgusting."

"You're not listening!" Vincent punched out at Mike and missed - he was still dizzy from the blow to the head - and Mike returned with another swipe at his nose.

In a second, they were at each other's throats, punching and hitting. Vincent pulled a knife out of his belt slowly and growled, striking out with it. Mike ducked, his eyes widening at the shining metal of the blade.

Vincent advanced on him again and pushed him over backwards. Mike didn't have time to try and get up, Vincent was standing over him. He reached back with the knife, "I am not a rapist!"

He slashed out with the knife, and there was a blur of movement in front of him. He tried to pull his arm back, but too late.

Scott yelped, putting a hand to the slice on his cheek. He gasped in pain, then slowly took his hand away again, looking at the blood that was pouring down his hand.

Scott whimpered slightly, and fainted.