Booze is my Best Friend - (kenziechan)

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DAMIEN

Bright lights flashing. Music blaring like there was no tomorrow. The smell of booze mixed with sweat and sex, and occasionally with cocain or meth if it was a friday night. This was my home, and boy did I love it.

I had just downed my 21st shot before the guy across from he let out a gurgling burp and passed out on the table, nearly spilling the contents of his remaining glasses on my very tight white shirt. What a lightweight. After recieving many pats on the back and cheers, I clumsily rose from my chair before stumbling to the side and down a small flight of stairs; only about three or so steps (don't rely on my sense of counting in my current state), and into a rather unfortunate person on the dancefloor. A pair of suprised hazel eyes met mine before they transformed into a more playful expression, and I found myself staring into the grinning face of my twin brother, Jason.

"'Ave a li''le too much teh drink, eh Dame?" he drawled, his natural English accent fiercely exaggerated from the alcohol pulsing through his veins. Or maybe it was just the chemicals already clouding my own mind. Oh well, it wasn't a requirement to care, so I didn't. "You're not 'aving fun if you're not totally shitfaced yet, mate." He took one look at my silly drunken smile and returned it. "Fine, but I'm not taking over your shift over at the bar again."

He was sober, or at least sober enough to still prepare drinks, damn that responsiblility of his that made me feel like an idiot. He turned to walk away, but a voice nearby shouted, "Let's see some brotherly love, Jason!" I could see the sigh in his shoulders, but when he turned around there was a wicked smirk on his face and he pulled me into a tight embrace that was borderline innapropriate. I returned the hug and planted a kiss on his cheek that was close to crossing the line, but not quite. A few kinky pervs cheered around us and some even tossed a few coins at us. As my brother pulled away, our fake ID tags tangled together, which should have registered in my mind that what we were both doing and consuming here was severly prohibited for sixteen-year-olds like ourselves, but in my drunken stupor I really couldn't care less.

Jase smiled and untangled them after my failed attempt before I was jerked to the side by a woman, perhaps twenty five with dark skin, bright purple hair and sleazy green eyes, pulled me over to the side. "You look like a great dancer." Her voice was deep and reminded me somewhat of Catherine Zeta Jones', and I couldn't help but notice that her skimpy outfit made her breasts pop out like they could fall out of her shirt if she leaned over too far. She led me to the dance floor where we began to grind and do other rather vulgar things through the eyes of my mother...or perhaps a policeman. Ahhh, no, stressful thoughts. I'm drunk. I need to get rid of those. She took a martini from a burly man beside her and took a sip before leaning her lips to mine. Being fairly tall for my age, I was in a rather awkward position at the moment. But the moment i tasted the alcohol all negative thoughts were erased from my mind, and I didn't even notice the applause as she took off my shirt and threw it into our audience. I guess that's what you get for becoming an alcoholic before you're fifteen.

[tay]

Think You'll Be Gettin' This?

"Miss," The guy at the door held his hand up to stop me from entering the club, my ice blue eyes shot up to meet his and a flirty smile slipping easily onto my lips. "I need to see you're..." he trailed off, his eyes widening in slight fear as I stepped closer to him. I could see the lust in his eyes though he tried to cover it up by lifting his Security Badge into my vision. "Miss, if you don't have ID I'm going to have to ask you to - hey, hey wait!" He squirmed away, feeling my hands feeling his chest. His pale features were flushed, nervous sweat making his face glow in the flashing lights. "Just go in and don't get caught, Tay." Boone growled, narrowing his eyes at me angrily. I really did take advantage of some people.

"Thank you," I flashed him another flirty grin, getting a roll of blue eyes in return. I flipped my blonde hair, (it was clearly dyed, but who cares?) and turned to the club doors, entering confidently. Automatically, my head was pounding due to the loud music. I felt the temperatures suddenly become really high, the air becoming heavy and humid. I felt hands slide across my ass and against my better judgement (which I'm not even sure exists), I turned and wrapped my arms around the guys neck and gave him a deep kiss. To be honest, he tasted disgusting. It was in no matter a life-changing kiss. Which is why I could so easily pull away, turn on my heel and skipped toward the bar, grabbing a random drink form some chic and downing it.

I ran my hands down my grey dress, flipped my hair, and entered the dance floor, pulling some guy along with me. I mumbled something in his ear, before turning to face him, pressing my body against his easily. Moving my hips from side to side, grinding against him. I slipped my arms around his neck, moving to the beat, shooting curious glances up at his face. He was young, around my age actually.

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Jason

I was just about to start my shift at the bar, literally like five steps away, when i was grabbed fiercely from behind. I turned, fully expecting to see an overly eager man, and replied "Sir, if you're looking for a gay bar, there isn't one here." I'm sure my face turned about five different shades of red when i realized that the offender was indeed female, and crazy hot at that.

What smooth things can you say to a woman after you just implied she was a man? Lucky for me, she didn't seem daunted by it. Maybe she couldn't hear me over the pounding music, wouldn't be my first lucky break. I shot an apologizing look at the person working at the bar at the moment, a rather unnattractive lesbian named Jordan, who returned it with a jealous glare. Ah well, not my fault that she can't get any to save her life. Ten minutes won't kill anyone.

I let her lead me to the dancefloor and started dancing, just because I was the more conservative of the twins doesn't mean alcohol can't rob me of my inhibitions anytime I want. She was a platinum blondie like me, had a pretty face, great body, all around sexy. I dragged us over closer to Damien, shooting him a smug grin when we made eye contact. Looks like I scored bigger tonight.

I guess he meant to glare at me, but alcohol warped it into more of an awkward scowl. I almost burst out laughing, but then I recieved a challenging smile before my brother crashed his lips into his partner's, which was encouraged even more when she allowed him to lift her and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Irritated, I whipped around and expectantly pressed my lips against my own "date's", if you could really call her that, determined not to be shown up by my little brother.

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Tay

While dancing I took a moment to get a good look at the boy I'd grabbed, he looked like a ghost! But he was somehow oddly attractive. I watched his facial expressions, noticing how he seemed to get progressivley more irritated as we danced, I grabbed his hand and spun out then pulled myself back in. And without any warning his lips crushed against mine, it hurt a little bit seeing as how he was frustrated and determind. (Don't ask me why.)

I pulled away from the kiss and laughed, feeling lightheaded from the lack of air but not caring very much. I was having fun. I spun under his arm again before pressing my chest against his. The song changed to 'Love Drunk' and I grinned, feeling the crowd push us closer together, "I'm Tay!" I shouted to him over the music, latching my fingers on to his belt loops, pulling his pelvis closer to mine and laying a gentle kiss on his lips.

Maybe it was the mystery drink I had, had earlier or maybe it was the adrenaline of the crowd playing tricks on me but I saw another one of the boy. Like... double? My blue eyes widened in shock and then curiousity kicked in, I unwrapped myself from my first dance partner and made my way to the look alike, wondering if he was real.

The girl he had been dancing with shot me a glare as I shoved her out of the way and grabbed the boy by the collar, pulling him into a deep kiss. So he's real enough... I pulled away and licked my lips, turning back to the other guy. I gave him a grin and made my way back to him, dragging the second boy along with me. Once I'd reached, what was it, Jason, I grabbed him as well. I probably looked like a huge whore dragging along two hot guys, but I didn't care that much.

Tipsy, horny, and curious. When were those ever good matches?

I brought them into a back room, locking the door behind us, and asked in slurred words, "Why am I seeing double?" I could feel my blood sugar getting low, but I ignored it. I had time to eat something later, right?

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Damien POV:
I don't know about anyone else, but I was horny as hell right now. And with all the alcohol I'd consumes within the past couple hours, it was a wonder I wasn't dead, let alone thinking straight, and this chicks ass was looking particularly GREAT right now...I couldn't help myself. I leaned in closer, taking in a particularly large breath of her perfume before brushing my lips gently across her cheek. "You know, we could have you seeing a lot more than doubles..." I moved my hands lower, slowly caressing her rather inviting thighs before they rose to start unzipping her dress. "Damien." The warning voice went by ignored as I continued my ministrations, which proved to be an unfortunate mistake. I was yanked back by my belt loop (whoa, when did my shirt disappear?) before being shoved roughly into the wall by my older brother. Cockblocking bastard." What do you think you're doing?" he hissed, becoming remarkably more irritating by the second. "I think I'm about to do what the both of us have been wanting all night. Jealous much?" His eyes widened comically before flaring in a near anime-like style. Heheh, anime. He could be Jason-sensei, teaching all the young children of cartoon Asia the importance of thinking before you act and the virtues of being a know it all, snotty, assholistic prude. Assholistic? Is that even a word? I could google it later... "-mien? Are you even listening to me? Oh my God, you're so shit faced you can't even think straight!" His voice raised into one of those almost-shouts-but-not-quite, and he shook me violently, as if the movement would jar a few screws back into place. "I'd ask if you were always such a dumb ass, but I already know the answer!" When did his voice get so unbearably obnoxious? He was probably just jealous I took his girl. Well, people always called me the cuter twin. "Aw come on Jase, learn to live a little. You can join us if you'd like." He looked like he was about to refuse, so I didn't give him the chance. Grabbing the sides of his face, I forcefully pressed my lips into his, taking advantage of my shock to thrust my tongue into his open mouth. After a few seconds of no reaction, I was sure he'd just give up and agree, but I guess reality hits some people harder than others. His senses returned to him after their short absence and he responded by viciously biting my lip, I could actually feel his teeth slicing through my skin. "Owwwww!" I jerked back, caressing my injury with my now free fingers. I shot him a "you're an asshole and you know it too" look, which he quickly returned. "Damien, NO. Not with her." "Why nottt? This one's even hot this time!" "Not. With. Her!" Ok, if that prudish, dickless, SON-OF-A-BITCH says ONE more thing to me in that tone... "Jason, will you stop being such a CONCEITED, KNOW IT ALL BASTARD for THIRTY SECONDS, YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE FUN FOR ONCE!" My voice rose to a roar, the alcohol speaking more than me myself. Jason's lip curved up into a scornful sneer, almost as if he was bearing his teeth in a snarl. It was a hideous expression, just like everything else about him at the moment. Sometimes that kid could really piss me off, even if none of our few fights lasted more than four minutes. Especially when I could see every one of the emotions I was feeling flash before me on my own personal mirror. He was losing it too. "WELL MAYBE IF YOU ACTUALLY FORCED A THOUGHT THROUGH THAT ABYSMAL BRAIN OF YOURS, YOU MIGHT NOTICE THAT SHE'S YOUNGER THAN WE ARE! WE COULD GET CHARGED WITH RAPE DAMIEN." He spat out my name like I was Satan and Hitler's love child, not a particularly charming comparison, and moved in to shake me again. And, what do you know? Testosterone decided to rear its ugly heda, and the resounding thud of a fist against flesh echoed throughout the small room as my brother stumbled back. My very own brother. I tried to find words, I really did, but my throat turned to sandpaper and my tongue to ash. Throughout my entire life, through all the scowls and shouts and sneers, never before have I stricken Jason before. Not ever.

[tay]

i stared, my eyes widening when i saw the what was his name? Damien. when i saw Damien latch onto the other ones face. his lips moved with his brothers. oh god, i never thought i'd ever even have to think like that. but despite the awkwardness and well, tension that filled the room... something about the whole thing was... hot. okay, now i'm a freak. getting attracted to two twin brother making out? i think i had drunken a little more than usual. Jason bit the younger twin, yelling about how they couldn't sleep with me because i was too young. seriously?they couldn't be much older than me... could they? the two yelled at eachother some more, it was stupid really and even though i was trying to pay attention... the alcohol was starting to get to me. holy mother of god!

"hey!" i stepped forward, putting myself between the twins. my eyes were locked with damien's, confusion filling mine and his well... he looked a bit confused. how could he hit him like that? "i uh..." i turned away from Damien, moving over to Jason and inspecting him face. It looked a bit red, and would probably have some sort of weird bruise later but other than that he looked unharmed... except for the look in his eyes. pained and confused. I ran a hand through his hair... trying to put on my flirtatiousness but... something had just happened. something i would never understand because im an only child. i always imagined siblings fighting but this? this seemed big. hurtful almost.

i gave jason a winning smile, "i'm sixteen. you are not that much older than me." and with that i turned around to face to Damien. "okay so..." i paused, clapping my hands together. "we're going to go back out there and dance and get fucking drunk. and we're going to party," i placed my hands on my hips, grinning slyly, "and if you two aren't going to kiss and makeup now," i looked damien up and down, letting him catch the hint, "well... we'll do that later."

i started towards the door, stumbling a bit then i laughed and then...then...shit.
BLACKOUT.

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Jason

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitfuckassdamnashkhjkhfdjkhgk@#&@^*!. There was just no profanity worthy of my emotion towards this particular situation. Here is was, standing in the progressively more claustrophobic backroom of my illegal career's business building with my unlawfully shitfaced and emotionally disturbed little brother and his ridiculously hot girlfriend, who just fainted all over me mind you. Life just sucks sometimes.

Being the responsible older brother I am, I had the graces to let the uncalled for attack on his part go in favor of a new problem, though it still had a worrisome sting effect in my chest everytime I thought about it. "Jason, Jason I'm so sor-" "Oh shut up, it doesn't matter anymore. We need to get her (and us) out of her before someone sees us." I somewhat regretted it when he recoiled, but not enough to take it back. At least he was listening, though I'm not quite sure how much go through that alcoholic haze.

Next, my attention turned to the chick. God, I didn't even know her name, but man did I want to. Even if she was drooling on my shoulder a bit. I lifted her onto my back cheesy-anime style and motioned for Damien to follow me out the door. He did with the enthusiasm of a spanked puppy, and his downcast hazel eyes didn't help the picture. He really did feel bad... My gaze on him softened and I patted him on the shoulder, a reassuring smile tugging on my face which he dutifully avioded looking at.

Several close calls and an awkward conversation with Miss Sexual Frustration, the bartender taking over my entire shift (thank God for her lack of a social life!) and I was sitting in my Nissan, driving us home. And yes, us included the still KOed blonde in the backseat as well as my pouting twin riding shotgun. I could barely see through the heavy awkward silence, it couldn't be safe for drving. And yet, nothing to talk about would come to my mind, no matter how I tried. Yes, this would be a long ride home.

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[tay]

My head felt fuzzy, and I coud swear I was moving even though my joints were still. I heard the wind of the car humming in my ears and two deep voices. I groan escaped my throat as I sat up and felt the aching pain in my head. I knew the feeling, of course. Hang over. My eyes opened slowly and I nearly jumped out of my skin seeing teo boys with pale white hair. But after a moment she remembered and fully sat up, "You two make up?" she asked, running s hand through her hair and blinking a couple of times.