Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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"No he doesn't!" Mikey laughed and grabbed the two of them by their shirts, pulling them out of the alley and towards the pizza place.

"I want cheesy chips," Jack mumbled, looking at Mikey, "can you get me some cheesy chips?"

"Me too!" Rye agreed, "we'll just be over here when they're ready.."

"You're not going to fuck in the alley," Mikey chuckled, "you're both waiting here with me!"

After they'd eaten, they went back into the club, though weren't there for long. The two of them sneaked off to the other bar and ordered fifteen shots between them.

"One," they said in unison, drinking the first.

"Two!"

"Three!"

Once they were at eight, neither of them could stand up. They both leaned on the bar and looked at the single shot that was left.

"Roshambo?" Rye questioned, though barely audibly.

Jack clearly heard him, as he stuck his fist out.

"Ro-sham-bo!" they said together.

Both scissors.

"Ro-sham-bo!"

Jack cut Rye's paper and grabbed the shot.

"Uh, excuse me!" Rye frowned, "best outta three!"

Rolling his eyes, Jack agreed, "fine!"

"Ro-sham-bo," Rye crushed Jack's scissors, and there was only one round left.

"Ro-sham-bo!"

"Yes!" Jack shouted, crushing Rye's scissors (quite violently) and drank the shot before Rye could talk him out of it.

"You dick!" Rye laughed, buying five more shots, and making sure he got the extra one this time.

This continued until the barman refused to serve them anymore and they went to find the other boys.

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"Wakey wakey, Ryan!"

Rye groaned, reaching out for a pillow to cover his face, though he couldn't find one. He reluctantly sat up, face to face with Brooklyn.

"What?" he said groggily, feeling rough.

"What the fuck did you two even do last night?" Brook chuckled, looking to the floor. Rye followed his eyes and saw Jack asleep on the floor between the two beds.

"I don't know," he muttered, "i remember food, then shots..."

"Anything else?"

Rye shook his head, not wanting to speak anymore as it hurt him to even try and find the energy to talk.

"Well, you got kicked out of the club because you were both that fucked," Brook told him, "then we couldn't find you. Me and Mikey went looking for you, but Andy came back home in case you guys came home and he said you fell through the door after like an hour."

"Sounds fun," Rye nodded, not having a clue about any of that.

"I'm guessing you don't know why he's on the floor?"

Rye shook his head.

"Or why you're on my bed, not his?"

Rye frowned, he hadn't even realized. He shook his head again.

"You're both gonna have a lovely hangover today," Brooklyn laughed, leaving him to it.

Rye shuffled so he was in bed, rather than laying sideways on it, and snuggled into the covers. He noted that he was still fully clothed, though Jack was only in boxers as he lay on the floor.

He let himself fall asleep, leaving his problems for when he woke up.

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oi simplypenguin I was writing Bedroom Warfare hehehehehehe