8 Pencils 1 Sharpener

Chapter Three

"Ugh, sorry." one slurred, wiping vomit surrounding his lips on the back of his puffy black jacket.

And I thought the Nutella dude was the weirdest introduction I'd see today Victor thought to himself as he watched the spectacle before him.

The guy who'd just threw up straightened himself, running his fingers through his floofy blood red fringe, standing out against his brown fade. Hazel eyes scanned the area, lids drooping, followed by another retch. Victor covered his eyes and looked the other way. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was the production, process and final product of vomit. Instead, he choose to examine the rest of the troop.

The other guy who was on his lonesome had changed from uncontrollable laughter to an outburst of song. Thin, medium length mouse brown hair flicked this way and that as he swung his fists at nothing, belting "COME OUT YER BLACK AN TANS! COME FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!"

Well someone's having fun Victor mused.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on the two lads, linked arms and clinging to each other. The taller of the two was quite pale, with short sandy hair and dazzling blue eyes protruding from square framed spectacles. With his free hand he stroked the head of the shorter friend. He himself had eyes so dark a brown that they almost appeared charcoal. Perched on his equally charcoal hair was a small white cap. His skin contrasts the taller one's greatly, as it was almost caramel. He was laughing heatedly as his head was stroked. Although as giddy as his three companions, he didn't have the same glazed look in his eyes as they did.

Evan stepped around the puddle of vomit, grabbed the underside of the doubled over boy and lifted him up so he stood remotely straight. Grasping his shoulders, he looked him dead in the eye with his natural resting face of a smirk (of which Victor had come to realise over the last few hours). "Sorry to ask," Evan cooed, "but who the fuck are ye?"

"I'm Jaaaaaack!" he belched, causing Evan to back up in disgust, and Jack himself to topple over without the support of Evan, landing headfirst into his own vomit. This reaction of course causes him to regurgitate some more. The sight was too much for Adam, who'd finally removed himself from the television and was now quaking with laughter. Victor wasn't sure whether to chuckle or retch.

"Okay well that's one," Evan cringed, moving around Jack. "And what about ye?"

"Oh Jesus Christ lads look at Jack!" squealed the dancer, punching the other two in the arm to attract their attention. All three burst into a peal of giggles. Ashley let out a snort, bit covered it up as a cough. "You wanna answer the question guys?"

Wiping a tear from his eye, the smallest of the three stood up straight and let out a final dying laugh. "I'm Harry, this is Adrien" he said, pointing up at the guy with his arm slung around him, "And that one there is Cathal." The announcement of his name caused Cathal to give and air punch and a "Righty-Oh!" and continue his rallying song.

"Hey, are you all drunk?" Adam question in his thick accent.
"Those three are, I'm not. Religion, y'know," Harry answered with a small smile. "I just enjoy watching them nearly kill themselves."

I don't blame him Victor thought, as he watched Jack turn onto his back groaning, while Adrien was doing a mock impression, causing Adam to roar once again with laughter. He exchanged a look with Ashley, who simply shrugged.

Victor looked at every guy in turn, bemused, then realised

"There's eight of us."

"That means we have these fuckers as roommates" Evan mockingly moaned, dragging Jack from his sick to stop him drowning.
The boys spent the next while eating Chinese food, bar Jack, Adrien and Victor. Jack couldn't keep anything down, while Adrien was starting to acquire a shade of greyish green. Victor, on the other hand, just hated Chinese food. Cathal had finally calmed down and was now in deep, slurred conversation with Adam about the game show that they were absorbed in watching. Frequent 'pings' sang out from Ashley's phone, whom kept texting with a blank expression. Harry continued to make Evan giggle by pointing out the obvious mistakes of the game show contestants.