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Letting Lose Didn't Go As Expected

        "I'm not getting wasted guys! I'm telling you four that right now!" Michael said as they got into the limo.
         "Okay" Chance said, not really paying attention to what he was saying.
         Michael sighed watching all the guys on their phones, as he didn't have his. He felt a bit uneasy about that, but what could he do?
        "How long are we staying?" Michael asked, as he bounced his right leg. Anxiety started to fill up inside of his body as time rolled on.
         "Depends. It's only like what... 9pm? So maybe until 12... 2... maybe 4am?" Brady said, smirking at the older boy. Michael shook his head, and ran his fingers though his hair.
         "N-NO GUYS! PLEASE LET ME GET BACK TO THE HOTEL!!" Michael pleaded, and Sergio looked at him. He felt bad for the boy, but he couldn't do much to stop the other three.
        "See what I mean Michael? You need to let loooosssseee" Drew said, and Michael sighed. "All this baby and wife stuff is stressing you out! Have a few drinks, that's all" he said, and Michael nodded.
           "A-a dew drinks... n-not bad I-I guess" Michael stuttered out, as he looked at the ring on his left ring finger. He ran his right hand thumb over it, and smiled.
         "WE'RE HERE! LET'S GO PPPAAARRTYYYY!" Chance yelled out, and smirked.
          "You brought what I told you to.. right?" Brady asked Chance and he nodded.
          "Yeah in about" Chance started, and looked at his phone. "10, the surprise will be here. Not for us, but for Michael" he said with an evil laugh.
           "This will defiantly take a turn in his life!" Brady said laughing hard.
          "You guys are sick! What has Michael done to you guys?!? He's literally freaking out!" Sergio said as they walked into the club.
           "Freaking out? Serg, he's literally at the bar with Drew drinking away. He's not "freaking out"" Chance said, rolling his eyes before going his own way.
          "You're enjoying those drinks I'm assuming?" Drew asked, taking a sip of his beer.
         "Yeah I guess" Michael said a bit slurred. It wasn't even past 10, and he was getting buzzed.
         "Wow... for the one who said he didn't want to get wasted... he's all up on those drinks!" Drew stated, and laughed becoming a bit buzzed himself.
         "I'm gonna go dance!" Michael said, stepping down from the bar stool. He walked over to the dance floor clumsily. A girl smiled at the boy, and pulled him into her.
          "Heyyy! You're Michael Conor, aren't you?" She asked, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
         "Hmmm" Michael hummed, staring at the girl in front of him.
         "Oh, so that means you're married?" She asked starting to pull away from him.
         "Hmm y-yeeeahhh" Michael slurred out, making the girl pull away.
         "Damn! Your wife's lucky you're an honest drunk" she said before walking off. Michael giggled proud of himself, and bumped into another girl.
        "Can yOU SAY EXC- oh heeelllllooooo" the girl said, flipping her hair back. She was wowed by the black haired boy's features.
         "H-hhheyyy" Michael said, giggling at himself. "I'm gonna get another d-drink" he said, walking over towards the bar only for the girl to follow him.
        "What's your name hottie?" She asked, as she watched him order a drink. He sat down on a bar stool as he waited.
        "C-Conor.." he said, taking a sip from his new beer bottle. The girl winked at him and placed a kiss onto his lips.
         "I'm Leah. Nice to meet you Conor" she said, as she took a seat next to him at the bar.
          "L-Leah? That's prettttyyy" Michael slurred out, and the girl giggled.
          "How drunk are you?" She asked, and the boy shrugged.
          "Dunno! I'm just letting LOOOSSEEEE! my life is sooooo stressful, Leah" Michael said, and Leah rose her eyebrows.
        "Really now? Why?" She asked, as she moved from her stool to the boy's lap.
        "U-uh just cause... I'm on t-tour... I'm famous..." Michael said, and the girl looked at him.
         "Oh, that's why you look familiar! Conor... hm" Leah said, trying to put two and two together.
         "Nah don't call me Conor, babe... call me Michael..." he said, and Leah nodded at him.
         "Alrighty Conor- Michael Conor... from In Real Life" Leah said, as she started to feel up his arms.
          "U-uh" Michael said, trying to find the words to tell her to stop.
          "What? You're muscular and I like it" Leah said, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Michael giggled, and looked into her eyes.
          "Hmm thanks! My wife l-likes it too..." Michael said, and Leah groaned
           "You have a wife!? Damn you Conor! Can't go leading on people like that..." Leah said softly.
           "Leading? I've done nothing..." Michael said, and looked at the girl in her eyes.
          "Go now!" Chance instructed, "now is the time for the worst two things to happen... goodbye ring and hello-" Chance was cut off by an angry, drunk, Brady.
        "SHUT UP!" Brady said, and pushed the boy forward towards Michael and the girl.
          "Show me the ring babe. I don't believe it... if you have a ring, I'll leave you. If you don't have a ring, you'll pay me" Leah said, and Michael giggled hard.
        A quick slip off of Michael's hand, the boy took off his ring. He smirked at himself at how easy it was to slip off. He ran back towards his friends, proud of his sneakiness.
        Michael smirked at her, and showed her his ring on his finger. Only for it to not be there anymore.
        "W-whAT?!?" Michael asked, a mixture of anxiety and fear filling him.
         "You're a liar! You owe me Conor! Kiss me babe" Leah said, and Michael rubbed his eyes.
         "K-kiss you..." Michael stuttered out, still drunk.
         "Yeah... Kiss, me! It's not that difficult!" Leah said, starting to get aggravated at the boy.
        Michael leaned in and placed his lips to the girl, who kissed him back. The two started to make out on the bar stool. Brady and Chance were right, it'll be a night Michael won't remember.