Boys in The Band

**Chase's POV**
Mikey had to be the cutest guy in the room. His little black frames, his overgrown hair, the way he never smiled but instead raised his eyebrows in greeting. Gerard had a beer in his hand, he was already a bit tipsy, while Mikey only had one bottle. Ray seemed to have had a few and was jamming out violently on his guitar. Frank on the other hand, was as sober as I was. Maybe a few sips of beer, but he must have been looking to chill out tonight with a cigarette.

Ray soon stopped playing and stumbled his way out of the little glass box. His hair was flat from sweating, but insanely curly. He tilted his head to the side and took some breaths, "Hey Chase, how's it going?" He slurred.
"Not bad, not bad." I tried hard not to giggle. I mean, it was hard! His once fluffy halo was now flopping to the sides of his face like giant dog ears and his face was beet red. Gerard stood up and put his arm around his buddy. They looked like the drunken duo. Gerard's hair was plastered to his face from sweating so much and banging his head to Ray's tunes. Mikey cautiously watched the two stumble around the room and to the bar in the corner of the basement., sitting down on the red, leather bar stools and hunching their shoulders. Frank sat on the chair opposite of us and fingered his guitar with mild amusement and curiosity.

Mikey bit his lip, "I'm sorry about Gerard... He has a bit of a drinking problem and Ray.. well, he's nipping at his heels."
"That's okay, Bob drinks a lot so I'm not that upset." I closed my mouth immediately. Oh fucking cocksucking shit I shouldn't say that, someone might confront Bob, only making him beat me worse.
Mikey managed a small smile, "Why don't you drink? I mean, it could be fun!" He hesitated for a moment, "Helps me loosen me up if I'm feeling nervous." He said taking a sip form his beer.
"Oh, I don't like the taste of it" I lied. Actually, I didn't lie because i hated the taste, and the smell, and the feeling of cold liquid. It reminded me too much about being beat.
"I got ya!" Frankie smiled and rested his guitar on the armrest. The little shit was listening in on us! He went to the bar and poured some cranberry juice into a glass. Cranberry juice? I hated that stuff, but at least it wasn't alcohol. Fuck, all of these guys were so generous to me. Were they pitying me? Did they already know about Bob?

Frank handed me a drink. It was just a red elixir. I took a sip and breathed out. Oh, it was burning my throat. "What's in it?" I asked
"Cranberry juice and strawberry vodka." Frankie winked and sat back down.
I actually kinda liked the burning sensation in my throat. I took another sip.
"Don't drink too fast, I don't want you to vomit or anything." Mikey almost giggled.
I raised one eyebrow and took another sip

||An hour later||

Mikey must have had at least three beers by now, he was delighted to talk. Frankie was drunk, but the most sober out of the gorup, but Gerard and Ray were piss drunk; screaming and kicking out the jams. Gerard stumbled around the room, occasionally asking Frankie to waltz with him to Smashing Pumpkins. Ray was so sweaty it looked like he could pass out from the heat he brought on himself. Me? Oh yeah, I fucking love this vodka cocktail shit. I have had about three of these things and I felt great.

I was laying on Mikey's lap with his bass. He was showing me how to finger everything properlyto play some of my favorite songs... or at least the ones I heard them play during this cock-eyed circus.
"Put this finger here... and this one down here. Press down a bit... that's it." He said, moving my fingers on the four strings. He then plucked each individual string. I felt the vibrations pulse through my fingertips. I pulled away and giggled like mad. I haven't had this much fun since my birthday party.

I heard a crash, Gerard managed to miss his chair and land flat on the floor, passed out. Ray wasn't far behind him. Frankie held up his hands as if her were to surrender, "It's alright guys!" He bellowed and laughed. The two were passed right the fuck out but it must be hilarious. Frank grabbed Ray, signalling Mikey to help. He pushed me off his lap and helped to pick up Gerard. Frank was already half way up the stairs with Ray on his shoulders. I helped out Mikey with his brother and we managed to drag him up the stairs just as Frank put a blanket over his friend on the couch. Mikey motioned towards Gerard's bedroom. As we arrived in the room, there were two beds. That's so fucking adorable, they share a fucking room oh my god!

I helped puny Mikey lift his brother into bed and pull up the blankets. I stumbled back and managed to catch Mikey as we both fell onto his bed. I landed on top, face-to-face with the smiling bass guitarist. All I could do was stare. Go his eyes were beauutiful. He smiled widder and his lips connected with mine in a drunken haze.

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