I Drank The Poison and I Passed The Fuck Out.

Punch-drunk Love.

A couple of days later when Michelle was released, We (Being all members of Pierce The Veil plus some friends of ours and Sarah) packed and moved Michelle and Madi's stuff from Los Angeles to my house in San Diego, and Mike moved his shit to Sarah's house in Los Angeles.

We had a system going, when we'd drop stuff of Michelle and Madi's off at my house, we'd load Mike's stuff into the truck and do the same at Sarah's.

It was an effective system, because we got everyone's stuff moved in about two days.

"We swapped. Sister for brother." Sarah said.

"Anything's better than Los Angeles." I commented.

"I worry about you working at that bar." I told Sarah.

"Eh, I'll be fine. I'm a scrapper." Sarah said.

"That's what she said too." I muttered.

Michelle smiled. "Mike's gonna take good care of her, don't worry."

"So the record is finished?" Michelle asked.

"Done. Releasing in two weeks, then we go on tour." I said.

She hugged me, "Good job babe." She whispered, kissing me.

"I say we have a celebratory party." Jaime said.

"No." Michelle, Tony, Mike and I chorused.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Last time, you jumped in the pool fully clothed. And everyone did some things they're not proud of." I said.

"No alcohol then. Just sodas. Come on, we really need to celebrate, we're in SAN DIEGO!" He yelled.

Michelle sighed, "We'll have a barbeque, with alcohol, but when the alcohol runs out, that's it, no more. That way nobody can get more messed up than they need to. We'll all put our keys, which there's only two sets, but put them in a jar and hide them so we can't leave." Michelle said.

"Brilliant, why didn't I think of that?" I asked.

"Because, I'm just awesome." Michelle gloated.

I rolled my eyes

"Let's party!" Jaime hollered.

This time around, I had Tony man the grill so Michelle and I could get the house organized for guests.

Jaime didn't drink beer, but by the time most of the people started arriving, he was on like his fourth or fifth mixed drink, and he was half past smashed.

"Beaner rock!" He shouted, throwing his arms around mine and Michelle's shoulders.

"Have I ever told you I love you guys?" He slurred.

Michelle and I looked at eachother and smiled, "You told us the last time you were drunk." Michelle pointed out.

"I'm not drunk." He said, before proceeding to fall backwards, pulling us down with hi

"Ow!" Michelle said grabbing the back of her head, which had just smacked the cement.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a bump. But I saw we cut him off. Like now." She said taking Jaime's cup out of his hand.

He was unconscious, so I had Mike help me haul him inside and lay him on the couch.

Michelle sniffed the cup and gagged, "Vodka and wine." She said.

I didn't let the cup close enough to my nose to smell, because I knew I'd vomit.