Call it Fate, Call it Karma

Starstruck

"Little less vodka, more soda." I said to Julian, after trying one of his many different alcohol concoctions.

"Less vodka?!" Nick laughed, almost spilling his drink. "It needs more!"

"You're fucking drunk, shut up." Fab elbowed him.

"You all are!" Julian called out. "No more!"

"But, Jules!" I whined, slamming my empty glass down. "You've gotta be on your A-game for this job! Make us another round of those White Russian things!"

"One more couldn't hurt." said Nikolai, nodding his head.

"This is so weird," Albert hiccupped. "I've never been in a situation like this where we're all drunk and Julian isn't."

"One more, bartender!" Nick drunkenly slapped a 1 dollar bill on the kitchen counter. "Make 'em stronger!"

"No way!" Julian chuckled, screwing the caps back on the miscellaneous bottles of alcohol. Just as he went to screw the cap on the coffee liqueur, Nick lunged forward and grabbed a couple bottles of vodka.

"Hey! Thief!" Julian yelped, trying to snatch them back. Nick dodged him and ran into my bedroom. We all cheered and followed him inside, slamming the door in Julian's face. I locked it and we all piled onto my bed.

"Pass it here!" Fab said to Nick, snatching a bottle.

Julian pressed his face up against the door and sighed as he tried turning the doorknob. "C'mon, guys! Let me in!"

Albert jumped off the bed and we all groaned as he unlocked the door.

"You guys are crazy." Julian laughed, walking in to sit on the edge of the bed.

I watched Fab sip on the bottle of vodka and then pass it to Nikolai and I frowned.

"Are we actually gonna get fucked up again right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's probably not a good idea." Albert agreed, taking the bottle off Nikolai.

Nick took a second to think and then handed his bottle to Albert. "What the fuck are we doing?"

"Aww, c'mon, guys!" Fab whinged. "We've got nowhere to be tomorrow!"

"Alright," I elbowed him, snatching a bottle off Albert. "...you can get drunk by yourself then, Fabrizio." I handed him the bottle, expecting him to decline, but he shrugged and unscrewed the cap.

"Are you fucking serious, dude?" Nick laughed.

"Why not?" Fab said after taking a big swig of the vodka. He then held out the bottle. "Anyone else..?"

"Whatever." Nikolai took the bottle and we all gasped as he brought it to his lips.

"Let's leave these two drunks alone then." I said, backing out of the room. The other 4 followed behind me, all laughing. "If anyone pukes on my bed I'll throw you off my fucking balcony!" I called back.

"I'm playing your guitar!" I heard Nikolai call out from the bedroom as I sat on the couch.

"Okay!" I called back.