Scömíche Fluff One Shots

Music Festival pt. 2

**A/N: Another LONG AS FUCK one so get comfy

The next morning was the first day of the festival. Mitch got up to go make some coffee, but when he got downstairs, he found a pot already made and the back door open. Once he looked outside, he saw everyone sitting outside on the patio, chatting with each other and drinking coffee. He made himself a cup and went to join them. Scott was still sleeping upstairs, so they talked outside to keep the house quieter for him.

A couple hours later, they all went to their rooms to get ready. Mitch got dressed and walked over to the bed to get Scott up. "Babe, wake up. It's festival day one," he said softly, running his hand through Scott's hair to wake him up. His heart exploded when Scott hummed a little and his sleepy blue eyes blinked open to meet his own chocolate brown ones, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "God, you're so damn pretty," Mitch commented. Scott then blushed and hid his face in his pillow. "Okay, okay. Come on. You've gotta get ready for the festival," he said. Scott then nodded and sat up, running a hand over his face in an attempt to wake himself up before getting up and getting dressed.

Once the group was all dressed and ready, they piled into Scott's car and he drove to the festival location. When they got there, he found a nice, shady spot and parked the car. The group put on their wristbands before walking in, showing them to the bouncer so he could let them in.

They got to the festival grounds, where the first performer was just getting ready to start singing. The group branched out a bit, Kirstie going off with Esther and Avi going off with Matt and Kevin. So now Scott, Mitch, and Nicole, who had met up with them at the venue, were all together, alternating between watching the performer, dancing, and chatting. Soon enough, all three of them had bought alcoholic drinks from the nearby table. Nicole had a fruity drink of some sort, Scott had a beer, and Mitch had a glass of wine.

As the day passed on, they started drinking more. Scott started drinking stronger liquor than beer, and Nicole kept ordering shots. Mitch held back a little and only had one more glass of wine, since he couldn't handle it as well as Scott and Nicole, who were both able to handle about two and a half to three drinks. They were completely drunk off their asses, and Mitch knew he would have to take the responsibility of driving them back to the house. If he really wanted to he could make Kevin drive back and have another drink. But he didn't, because he knew if he had any more alcohol he would be hunched over the toilet the next morning.

Jesus, you're gonna have quite the hangover tomorrow, Mitch thought as he looked at Scott, who was currently throwing his head back as he downed what looked like his third shot, and shook his head. No, Scott wasn't an alcoholic, but when he got the chance to let loose and party, he really let loose and that ended up with him drinking a lot of alcohol and then groaning in pain the next morning from his pounding headache. Mitch always tried to warn him, but somehow he would never learn.

"Babe, you might want to stop drinking so much. I know you're good at handling your alcohol, but I don't want you making yourself sick," Mitch said. Scott nodded in understanding. "Just one more shot, okay?" Mitch said. Scott nodded and downed it, and when the bartender asked if he wanted another one, he declined, though he was tempted to take it. Once that was done, Mitch guided him away from the alcohol and found the rest of the group. They were all standing watching the new performer that was currently up on the stage. He had to put an arm around Scott's waist and one of Scott's arms around his shoulders to help him walk.

When he finally reached the group, he stopped, still holding Scott up. "Hey guys," he said. They all turned to face him. "Hi, Mitch. Hi, Nicole. Hi-whoa, what happened to Scott?" Matt said, raising his eyebrows when he saw him. "Long story short, he had way too much alcohol and now he's wasted," Mitch answered. "He's even more drunk than I am, and I drank a lot," Nicole said. Kevin, now concerned, put a hand on Scott's shoulder. "You good, man? Mitch said you drank a lot," he said.