One Drunken Night (Hijackunzel)

Vodka

"There are only two absolutes in life: friends and vodka. And the best times usually involve both” – Unknown

“Tonighttttt!”

Three voices, mostly out of tune, sang into the darkness of the night without only the street lamps as their guide back to their apartment. Jack and Hiccup had lived together since freshman year but moved out of the dorms and to a large apartment just off campus. It paid off to have a mayor for a father, and while Hiccup didn’t enjoy taking money from him, the apartment was needed.

“We are younggg! So let’s set the world on fi-reeeee!”

The free hung on each other with the pretty blonde in her pink dress swayed in the middle of the two boys. She giggled at their bad singing at one in the morning, dogs parked at them while they drunkenly made their way to the entrance of the complex. Shoes tripped, bodies swayed, giggles commenced and each had a permanent stain of red across their cheeks.

Luckily the two of them lived on the first floor and they were able to hobble themselves over to the bright red door with the golden numbers on the front. Jack pulled away to pick out his keys from his pocket, “We can burn brighterrr!” he sang by himself off key. Rapunzel pulled Hiccup into an odd dance as she laughed,

“—then the sunnnnn!” the two friends sang back.                         

All three college students burst through the door as soon as it opened, welcoming the comfort of the apartment like an open embrace. Jack walked himself to the couch and plopped down as Hiccup closed the door behind them, concentrating way too hard to lock it correctly with the way his world moved oddly. Both men took big breaths with smiles on their face, the warm spring air was almost hot on their skin the way the tequila set fire to their insides. Jack kicked off his shoes and laid back on the couch, one leg up on the cushions. Hiccup leaned against the door and ran a hand through his hair. Both male eyes looked toward the girl who was swaying her hips and singing still in the semi darkness of their living area.

“I know that I’m, all that you got…” she sang in tune with a smile. She tripped over her own feet and bit and giggled, “I guess that I, just thought! We could find new ways to fall apart.” Her blonde hair swayed as her hands went to the small straps of her sundress. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks red and her coordination was off but she was able to push down those straps and give a shimmy before the fabric fell around her ankles.

“—But our friends are back, so let’s raise a cup!” she giggled stepping out of her shoes, leaving the small pile behind. She walked toward Jack’s room, knowing in her hazy state that that’s where she was meant to sleep.  

The boys watched her with smiles and laughs at her antics, though their testosterone played at the edges of their thoughts. She only wore her white lace bikini style underwear and matching strapless white bra, her golden hair cascading down her back. They took notice of her curves, the way her waist went in and her hips flared out. Her pert backside was round and full, moving to the music that she could only hear in her head.

“—cause I found someone to carry me homeeee!” she said and skipped into the darkness of the open bedroom door.

Jack was the first to move, sitting up with a grin as he walked toward the bedroom, tripping over the coffee table on his way.  Hiccup watching, sill leaning against the door like an outsider watching a movie. Liquor had a funny way of enhancing emotions. Emotions like need, want, lust, self-loathing, loneliness and pain. He never resented his best friend, never expected him to let go of his relationship because Hiccup’s failed. It was just hard not to be jealous of his happiness, of his luck. That jealousy only made him feel like more of a loser than he started at tonight.