Destined To Explode

It must be going on three am – judging by the slowly depleting crowds in the club – when I examine how drunk I am. I can’t remember what I drank in the first six venues but I know at this one I have had two glasses of wine and now I was taking the odd vodka shot whenever Jack passed one over the table to me, him being my drinking buddy for the night, a mistake on my half because drinking whatever and whenever he was, had me drunk in a pretty short amount of time.

“Zic-“ Jack hiccups as he points at me with bleary eyes. “Zicarelli is drunk, y’all.”

I scoff, hitting him around the head before I let my head rest on Evan’s shoulder, the kid already way past intoxicated with his head lulling back against the wall as he continuously complains about feeling sick, but doing nothing to solve it.

“Dude, if you feel so crap then go home already.” Alex laughs as he approaches our table again, having sauntered off ten minutes ago to talk to the other guys. “Or at least go and be sick so that you can shut up.”

Alex shuffles less than gracefully past me and the younger boy so that he can occupy the seat to my left, leaning against me with a puff of air. “Sup’ skank?”

“Wanna take you home already.” He mumbles against the skin on my neck, pressing a few lingering kisses there. “Like old times.”

“Mm, you just wanna fuck me, Alex.” I smirk, pushing his head away. “I wanna go dance. Jack, come on buddy, can’t have you downing Jaeger without me.”

Jack is quick to follow, as is Alex, who decides that I need someone to dance with while Jack grinds with a busty blonde a few metres away, forgetting me quickly in favour for a potential hook up.

“Looks like you’ve been replaced.” Alex says into my ear over the music as he leans down, hands resting on my hips as mine loop around his neck so that we can actually dance. “Are you sure that you don’t wanna come home with me?”

I glance up at him, Alex still being taller despite the huge heels adorning my feet, knowing that the alcohol is clouding my judgement; I go with it for once. “Are you sure that it’s not a ridiculous idea that you’re going to hate me and yourself in the morning?”

He strokes me cheek with a soft, more sober smile. “I would never regret anything with you.”

“I wish that I could say the same.”

* * * *

Alex and I don’t end up together that night. I make him stay in the club until closing, moving Jack’s buddy responsibilities to him because my cousin disappears after barely five minutes of intense ‘dancing’ with the girl from the dance floor and who knows whether he knows her name or not, not that either of them care when they stumble out of the club attached at the mouth. We cab with Evan and Zack back to Alex’s house with Evan passed out in between me and Zack on the back seat while Alex talks quietly to the driver in the front.

Evan gets thrown into the guest room, Zack bitching at me when I say that he’s sharing with him because I’m not letting him walk home by himself when he’s this intoxicated and he doesn’t help his argument when he decides to ‘wet willy’ me every five seconds, mumbling about how I’m like his sister and he loves me and that he’s really tired but he can get home just fine. He finally collapses an hour later, squished in the guest bed with Evan who had spread eagle in the time that it had taken me to persuade Zack to just stay.

Alex on the other hand, is still in the kitchen, where he had wandered when we had got here, sat on the counter eating Pringles while he stares at the opposite wall.

“I feel like everyone’s Mother.” I groan, leaning next to my friend, stealing the next chip that he takes from the tube. “Who else is here?”

“Well, Rian and Cass are locked in their room. Jeff, Ian and um, Vinny have all crashed in the hall, I’m pretty sure that Matt went down to the basement so he’s probably tripped and died.” He shrugs, kissing my hair when I lean against his shoulder. “Jack will probably end up here too.”

“Joyce will actually kill him if he turns up at home at five am.” I sigh squeezing his leg as I stand up straight, taking the bottle of water that he had opened. “I’m going to go and crash in your room, so just move me if I get in your way.”

“I’m not waiting up any longer. If anybody else is meant to be staying here then they can just sleep on the porch or something. They should have gotten cabs when we did.” He jumps down from the surface, shoving the chips back into a cupboard. “Grab Baz while I lock up?”

I scoop the small dog up in my arms as he sweeps from the room, patting Peyton on the head as I pass his dog bed, poking my head into the guest room to check on the two boys, finding them passed out and cuddled up with each other before I shuffle into Alex’s room, resting Sebastian on the soft covers.

“I’ve made Vinny move to the couch but Matt is determined that he’s fine curled up at the bottom of the stairs.” He smiles as he shakes his head. “Baz, floor.”

“He’ll regret it in the morning.” I shrug. “Let me borrow a shirt for the night? I only packed clothes for tomorrow.”

“Just get one from the drawers. I need to take a piss.”

I roll my eyes as he leaves the room again, stripping myself of the dress and tights that I had adorned for the night, shrugging into one of Alex’s t-shirts before I climb into his way too comfortable a bed.

“Tonight did not go as I planned.” Alex groans once he’s closed the door to his room, throwing himself onto the comforter next to me. “I didn’t really want to be looking after anyone else all night.”

“Yeah, you just wanted to get into my pants.” I smirk. “Joking, Lex.”

“Ah, everyone knows that it’s true. I guess that I’ll just have to be patient and wait for you to feel the same way.”

Notes