Black And White

Thirty Five

Scott and Mitch found themselves back on the dance floor, facing each other as they jokingly danced.

Alex bought Avi a drink, allowing Avi to get tipsy enough to spill more about himself.

Alex occasionally glanced over at Kirstie to be sure she was okay, happy to see her having fun.

At one point, Alex turned to see that he couldn't find Kirstie, and he panicked a little. "Avi, stay here. Don't go anywhere."

Avi smiled at him, chuckling a little to himself. "Okay! Can I drink more?"

"Not a lot, please." Alex begged, before leaving him at the bar.

He found Kirstie quickly due to his height, unhappy to see that she was being groped by a man standing behind her.

Kirstie was very obviously drunk out of her mind, as she allowed the touch and rolled her hips into him, while his hands roamed the front of her body.

Alex marched over and shoved the man off, now realizing he looked to be in his forties. "Hands off, perv. She's a minor."

"So?"

"So, that's illegal you dipshit."

"Who cares?"

"I care! And also... Um. She's my girlfriend, so. Paws off."

That's what motivated the guy to back off, though he scoffed. "She didn't say anything about you, dude. Might wanna think about that."

Kirstie jumped onto Alex's hips, lucky he caught her, as she placed her hands on his face and kissed him. "My beautiful beautiful boyfriend!"

Alex was stunned to say the least, and he set her back on her feet. "Um..."

She tried to kiss him again, but he turned his head.

Alex frowned down at her. "Honey, we need to get you home..."

"Okay." She said loudly without shouting over the noise. She grabbed his hand to let him lead, and Alex rushed to find Avi.

Scott only just barely noticed them leave, as Mitch had attached himself to Scott's neck, trying to give him a dark hickey.

Scott looked down at him. "Babe, I think we gotta go."

Mitch pouted. "Aw... But I... I dun wanna."

Scott smirked at his slurred speech. "You've always been a lightweight, you wuss."

"Nuh... 'M not a wuss." Mitch pouted.

Scott leaned down to kiss him. "Alright, come on. Let's get your drunk ass home."

"Nuh!" Mitch pouted again, when Scott gently grabbed his arm to pull him outside carefully. "Nuh, 'm not drink either."

"I said drunk, Mitch. Not drink. You're not a literal drink."

"Imma.... Virgin Mary." Mitch giggled loudly. "Used to be, at least. Before I met this sexy piece of ass!"

Scott chuckled, shaking his head as they walked. 

"Are you a Virgin Mary, Mary?"

"Uh... No. I'm a Not Virgin Scott."

"That's cute. I wanna be a Mitch-tini."

"Fine. Then I'm Scott Whisky."

"That makes no sense."

"Yeah it does. Scotch Whiskey."

Mitch stopped walking to double over in laughter. "Oh my God! Tell me another funny one!"

"What about Sex on the Beach?"