Intoxicated, I Love You. [Troyler]

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*Note: Everybody in this story will always be sober enough to consent to any sexual acts occurring.

// And here I thought we would just be talking, little did I know we'd be taking chances in the closet. //

Tyler's POV.

There was a strange buzz of excitement in the air, one that nobody ever seemed to point out but that everybody felt. It was one of those that made you feel so alive. It gets your heart pumping, adrenaline rushing, and a smile on your face because the numbness has somehow went away for a while. It was as if there was a sole purpose that everybody was brought together for something amazing, which was simply crazy, but it felt that way and it was glorious.

I knew there was no 'greater purpose' for all of these people being brought to this silly club in the middle of Los Angeles. I wasn't that drunk yet. I actually wasn't even tipsy yet considering our small group just stepped into the high packed fast paced club after the wait in the humid California air. I wasn't very happy about leaving the neat glow of the night into this bright haven but it got the excited men I was with happy and I could already feel the anticipation for the night growing in me.

I didn't resist the urge to roll my eyes when Korey immediately grabbed my hand and tugged me to the bar, making me snatch up Troye's wrist quickly so he wouldn't get lost from us in Korey's rush to get drunk. We were just a small group of three so it wouldn't be hard for Troye to lose us with his usual spells of zoning out and getting distracted by random girls that he'd ultimately go nowhere with in the end.

I was still surprised Troye was into girls, immediately deeming him the perfect twink bottom from the day my eyes landed on him, but I tried to get it out of my head to be respectful of whatever my best friend wanted in life. It would be horribly rude for me to immediately judge his sexuality based off his looks or even personality when he insisted and lived up to being that coined straight guy, unfortunately. Nobody could really deny that the boy was attractive and could get whatever and especially whoever he wanted in life.

I shook the thoughts of Troye out of my head when we all found a seat at the bar, happy to see it wasn't as packed as predicted after everybody has left for the dance floor by now. The clock soon to hit one o'clock already but that's when the party really starts, right?

"Oh, god. It's happening again," Troye groaned, falling into folded arms on the counter. I giggle, looking over to where Korey was already flirting with the bartender who had a light stubble and creamy caramel hair. Korey tends to go for the bartenders, claiming that free drinks are always worth a try and you don't even have to take them home because they're working. He's a mess.

I cringe when I hear Korey's flirty voice as he talks to the man, eagerly taking a glass of liquor the man set out for us and passing one to Troye. We were going to need it to deal with Korey on one of his thirsty nights. I couldn't blame him though because with the help of Korey's 'beautiful features' - the drinks came fast and best of all, free.

It wasn't long before Korey and I were taking another shot, fighting over if Lady Gaga or Katy Perry was the actual pop queen, and laughing way too loudly. I felt a buzz in my veins and I almost mistook it for happiness until I realized it was simply the alcohol working easily through my body. I was not happy, just carefree with this liquid confidence fueling everybody around, especially the idiot beside me. It only took the bartenders agreement with Korey about Katy being better, even standing against Gaga's Born This Way era, which I was sure was just because the bartender was thirsty for Korey, before Korey leaned across the counter and attached there lips in a hot, messy kiss that made me want to vomit at the sight considering Korey was basically my brother.