Shooting Star

Scott + Alcohol = Disaster

William immediately began the bet. He walked over to Scott and Jeremy, a grin on his stupid purple face. "Hi Scotyy~" he purred. The shorter man looked at Jeremy in utter confusion. The brown haired boy only looked away. So much for helping. Scott cleared his throat rather loudly. "What do you want?" He glared at Will.

"Why dont you loosen up a little? Some alcohol won't hurtcha." Will suggested, handing Scott a shot glass, who immediately got defensive.  "No. No,no no. Me plus alchohol equals Disaster." He said rather quickly. Truth was, where as William was a flirty drunk Scott was well....let's just say, way more flirty than Will.

Will rose an eyebrow and smiled. "You dont have a choice." Scott's face tinted red. He stumbled over his own words. "Uh..ex-excuse me?" He looked at Jeremy desperately, only to find the young boy had disappeared. Scott looked at William, who was, way closer then he was a second ago. The black haired male looked utterly flustered, his face growing even more red.

You're not gay

You're not gay

You're not gay

Scott gulped as Will began leaning in, getting closer and closer. Scott immediately became well aware that William was trying to kiss him. With a yelp, he slid away, causing the purple male to stumble and hit the wall. Running into the bathroom for the second time that night. He painted heavily, trying to clear his head. His breath calmed down a little, and decided, I guess a little alcohol wont hurt... With that, he left the bathroom and went to where all the other alchohol was.

Mike snickered at William. "Real smooth right there Will." The purple man shot him a glare. "Oh really? Then why was he so red?" Scott appeared next to Mike. "Hey bro. Whatcha talking about?" Both Mike and Will tried to find something, anything else. Mike replied with "Aliens!" While Will replied with "Gay bars!" Well wasnt that nice? "Aliens at gay bars? Just when I thought you two couldn't get any weirder." Scott reached for a beer and got a surprise look from Mike.

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If Will had to drink a lot to get drunk, Scott was the opposite. In less than 3 beers, and 5 Tequila shots, he was already a giggly, hiccuping mess. Oh boy, THIS is why he doesn't like getting drunk. It never ends well.

This time, instead of William flirting, it was the opposite, with Scott gilligling and slurring his words together. "Wi-*hic* Willl~" he laughed as though something about the name was really funny. "You're re-*hic*-ally hottt~" Again, the short boy laughed. William, for the record, was NOT prepared for drunk Scott. He knew Scott was a flirt, but not this bad.

"Uh..Scott...you're drunk." Will tried to push the midget man off of him, but it was no use. Scott started to rub his knee on William's groin, causing him to groan. Scott giggled and hiccupped. He planted a drunk kiss on Wills lips. "I lovvee youu, Wil-*hic*-liam." That was the first time Scott had ever used Wills real name, even if he was drunk. "Pardon?" The taller man asked Scott. "I lovvvee youuu." How did the saying go? Oh yeah

Drunken mans words are sober mans thoughts