Taking Hits

Chapter 3: You Down?

The boys each carried a couple grocery bags home, and Troye helped unload them. Then they worked together to cook the rice, fillet the fish, chop the vegetables, and roll the sushi. All the while, they joked and chatted, like usual.

The boys ate, then Connor brought out some games – Backgammon, Uno, cards, chess. They took turns beating each other and choosing the next game to play. "Are you still tired?" Connor asked after Troye had schooled him at chess.

"Not really, actually."

"Well, wanna go out or something? I mean, it is Saturday night, it might be fun." [A/N: This is after Troye turns 21 so he can legally drink and go to clubs in 'Merica, yo]

"Yeah, sure," Troye said. "Got anything for the pre-game?"

They both wandered into the kitchen, and Connor grabbed a couple bottles from a cabinet beside the fridge. "Gin, Captain Morgan, Fireball, cheap vodka..."

"I'd go for a shot of Fireball," Troye suggested. "You down?"

Connor grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet and filled them with the cinnamon whiskey. Troye took one, and he took the other. "Cheers!" They clinked glasses and downed the shots in one gulp. "One more, we can do one more before we take off, come on!"

Troye held out his glass, letting Connor fill it again. "Here's to tonight, then."

"Tonight!" They touched their glasses and downed the shot. "Whew! Ok, let me go get a jacket then and I'll call up an Uber."

They both grabbed their jackets and waited outside for the Uber driver to roll up, then hopped inside his Prius and rode to one of the non-shady gay night clubs in town. They flashed their licenses and got in easily. It was still a bit early for the Saturday night crowd to start pouring in, so Connor ordered them each a nice, sweet Midori sour with a cherry, and they found some table to start sipping their drinks and chatting.

"Ok, let's get this party started," Troye said after he'd finished. "Wait here." He walked to the bar and returned with two cups of blue liquid.

Connor eyed them. "AMFs?" he asked.

Troye handed one to him and winked. "Adios, motherfucker." They raised their cups and started drinking as they watched the people begin to pour in, a line starting to form outside. Sufficiently buzzed, they wandered out onto the dance floor under the rapidly flashing disco lights and booming speakers. They started moving to the beat, still sipping the rest of their drinks, getting more and more packed in as the people grinded up against them.

After a while, Connor squeezed his way out of the crowd, grabbing Troye's hand and yanking him along as well. They walked out to a balcony area and leaned up against the fence. "Having fun?" Connor asked.

"Just getting started," Troye said with a smile. "Thanks for brining me out," he added.

"Of course." Troye swooped in and stole a kiss from Connor's mouth. He pulled away smiling idiotically. "Come on," Connor said, taking his friend's hand again. "Let's sit for a while." He grabbed them a water from the bar, and they took turns sipping it. Somehow, Troye had proven to be the lightweight this time. Connor made him drink most of the water before he insisted on going back inside.

They stood up, and Troye dragged Connor to the bar. "Come on, let's have sex on the beach," he said, almost slurring his words.

"What?" Connor asked, dumbfounded.

"The drink," Troye clarified, coming up to the bar and ordering one for each of them. Then he led Connor back inside and onto a different dance floor. This one was ringed with slightly elevated stages. The ones on the sides had poles placed sporadically around and in the middle of them. At one point, Connor had to pull Troye off of one of the stages. "They're not for dancing?" Troye asked disappointedly.