Drift and Raptor ~ a gay love story

Chapter 6 ~ Nightlife

After the sun went below the horizon, Raptor decided to bring Drift back. They were sitting for about an hour, Drift curled up around Raptor, laying his head on his shoulder. Raptor laid there, feeling Drift's warmth, and thinking about how far they have come. Raptor felt a little lonely before him and Drift started dating, but after, Raptor felt loved, a different type. Raptor got all the bags, and Drift got his stuff. The couple walked back to their hotel, feeling tired, but didn't wanna sleep yet. "This was fun, Raptor!" Drift says, gripping onto Raptor's hand tighter. Raptor looks at Drift and smiles through his mask, since knowing that Drift is happy means that Raptor is happy.
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"Where the fuck we at?" Drift asks, glaring at Raptor.   The couple are standing in front of a neon nightclub on a busy street, the city lights beaming on their faces. Car horns are being honked, as shouts and pedestrians fill the sidewalks, laughing and talking. "So you know how Brite and the others went on a ghost tour?" Raptor says, chuckling. Drift raises a brow. "Y-yeah, why?" Drift replies, suspiciously. "Well they lied. They're inside there, and we're gonna show them what's up!" Raptor says, heading to the door. Drift shakes his head, chuckling. "So what? What's the big deal? Maybe the tour is over? How you do you know that they're in here?" Drift says, catching up to Raptor, who is about to open the door. "Well one, they probably think were dumb enough to accept that lie, and two, I saw it on the Snapchat map." Raptor explains, giving a cocky smile. Raptor opens the door, which smells over alcohol, cologne, and perfume. "What a hacker you are." Drift teases. chuckling at his own joke. They enter the night club, with the blue and green lights illuminating their faces. Teens (Everybody on this island is a teenager or a young adult) can be seen on the dance floor jumping, doing dances, while others are at the bar drinking or eating.

Brite and the others are easily seen, dancing drunkily on the dance floor, shouting. The music blares through the speakers at a deafening volume, but nobody seemed to care. Drift walks up to John, and taps his shoulder. "Hey asshole!" Drift shouts, making John whip around. "AYYYY!!! Drift!!! What's up homo!" John shouts as he takes another gulp of his beer. Drift mocks John, making John almost spit out his drink. "Bro how much did you drink?" Drift asks, taking the beer out his hand and drinking it. "I o-only had l-like 3." John stutters, stumbling backward. Drift chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Im gonna have the rest of this." Drift says, guzzling the whole bottle of liquid down his throat. John tried to yank it out of his hands, which Drift dodges. "Bro give it back!" John says, trying stumbling towards Drift. Drift bounces back, laughing his ass off. John falls flat on his face, causing everybody to turn to then and laugh. At this point, the others come to see what's up. "Looks like somebody had too
much to drink." Valor teases, smirking at John, who's still laying on the floor, which is lit up with multi-colored tiles that are constantly changing color. A little group forms around John and Drift, instigating a fight. Sanctum appears next to John, lending him a hand. "Ungh! Please.... more beer..." John groans, grabbing Sanctum's hand weakly. "I think you're good on the drinks for now.~" Sanctum teases laughing. John stumbles up, and attempts to charge at Drift, lashing out at him. Sanctum and Dusk grabbed John's waist, pulling him back. "Woah woah, let's calm down now." Dusk says, trying hard not to laugh. Brite grabbed Drift's hand. "He has too much to drink, let's dance over hereeeee!!" Brite shouts, pulling Drift out of the circle and into another.

Brite kept flossing as a joke, laughing as a maniac every 5 seconds. Sanctum and Dusk sat John down in a chair, ordering food for him. Valor and Raptor dance in the opposite side, also laughing their asses off. Out of nowhere, Brite hands me a drink, that's glowing green. "Dude! Have this! These are the mother-fuckin' BOMB!" Brite exclaims, stealing a sip of the weird green liquid. Drift scrunches his nose. "Uhm, I don't know..." Drift says slyly, trying to back away. Brite grabs his wrist. "Drink it or else you're a pussy!" Brite exclaims jokingly, shoving the drunk into his hand. Drift went wide-eyed. He didn't wanna drink it, but he didn't wanna be made fun of. Then, a giant grin lit up his face, which was visible under his mask. "Challenge accepted." Drift growls, and chugs the whole glass of the beverage down his throat, shocking Brite and even a few strangers surrounding him. "Whooo! Work it!!" Brite cheered, jumping up and down like a damn child. The crowed started to form around him, cheering "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"