New Year - Sequel to Mistletoe

May 13, 2015

A/N: drunk Patrick is my favorite Patrick

Patrick

The bar was quite crowded, considering it was a pretty small place, like Gerard said, but no one else seemed to mind as they all shuffled in. I followed soon after. I was a bit uncomfortable because of all the people, but everyone else all made their way to the back and I reluctantly joined them. I really wanted to stay home, but they all wanted to go here, so I didn't feel like I had a real choice.

Josh fell back behind the others and walked beside me, mumbling, "There's a lot of people here." I looked at him, and he looked as anxious as I probably did, if not more. I felt bad for him.

Then again, for me, there was also the fact that Pete was here, as well as Mikey, and that was never a good combination, especially with alcohol involved. Who knows what could happen, and honestly, that was making me more anxious than the large amount of people were.

Josh glanced at me, and I sent him a small, reassuring smile that probably didn't help him, though I hoped it did. He smiled back nervously, and we both looked back towards the group as Brendon immediately looked around. "Anyone know where the bathroom is? Daddy needs to go." Ray groaned and Gerard wrinkled his nose. "Never say that again." Brendon just smirked while Andy pointed out a bathroom to him, Brendon taking off soon after.

Mikey sauntered off towards the bar, most likely getting a drink while Joe and Frank followed. I could feel Pete looking at me, and when I looked back at him he quickly looked away, not saying anything. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going with the others." said Ray, and Tyler lifted a hand. "I'll be designated driver." Pete looked at him. "Uh, actually, I wasn't planning on drinking anything either." Tyler shrugged. "Alright."

We all made our way to join the others, and I sat on a barstool awkwardly, not planning to order anything, until Ryan slung his arm over my shoulders. "So, Patrick, what're you going to get?" "U-Uh, actually, I wasn't-" he scoffed. "Oh, come on, Patrick."

I was about to protest weakly, but then Frank sat down next to me. "You aren't getting anything?" I opened and closed my mouth, and Ryan swooped in. "He's hilarious when he's drunk. You should see him, it's great." I blushed, and Frank had a wide grin on his face at those words. "Come on, Patrick. I'll pay."

-time skip-

By now I was officially drunk, and everyone around me could tell pretty easily. I was the happy-go-lucky kind of drunk, and I kept giggling at everyone while they laughed. "Fraaannnkkk," I whined, and Frank, who was also drunk, though less than me, answered, "What is it, Patrick?" I smiled goofily, then said slowly, "Why's...why's your last name...oreo?" He snorted, and Ryan burst out laughing. "My last name is Iero, Patrick." Frank responded, holding back laughter.

A confused expression settled on my face. "But...you're married..." Gerard laughed. "Not yet, buddy. I'm working on that." Frank blushed, and I giggled madly, swaying slightly on my chair as Pete caught me by the arm.  "You never said he was such a lightweight, Ryan." Pete mumbled, almost sounding concerned, and I managed to hear him.

"I'm not drunk!" I said loudly, probably too loud, and Pete raised an eyebrow. "You're very drunk, Patrick." Brendon, who had returned earlier, finished off a drink then said, "I've never seen you more drunk." "You're gonna get an awful hangover." Mikey mumbled, and I looked in his direction to see him looking quite pleased about that. "I'm...I'm not as think as you drunk I am..." (Ayy) Ray clapped slowly at that. "There we go."