Robin one shot part 3!

We're so hooking up when I'm sober

"You're not even halfway through life yet! Stop talking like an old guy who could never get it up," Jason responded. He rolled his eyes at the younger and chugged the rest of his drink. He wasn't up for tonight and they could tell but that didn't mean they were going down without a fight.

"Exactly. You just need a few more drinks. Maybe something stronger," his friend proposed.

"I guess but I doubt you two will want to deal with the aftermath of this," Dick stated.

"We'll drop you off at Wally's or something. We'll decide later," Roy replied. "C'mon Dickie, have some fun. It won't kill you."

"Alcohol poisoning will."

It took quite a few shots and some convincing but soon enough Dick was back to his peppy self. "Next round is on me, we're getting fucked up tonight!" he announced excitedly. Of course, neither of them were going to be opposed to that. They called for more shots before a drunk Dick Grayson pulled at their arms and got them up dancing. They were lost to the crowd, forgetting that everyone in here was different from them. They fought aliens, saved the world and so much more but right now they were just three guys living it up in a club. Dubstep pulsed through the speakers and made them want to dance forever. "Hey, we should invite Walls out!" the acrobat suggested as he jumped up and down to the beat. 

"It's no fun for him! He can't get drunk for long enough!" Roy reminded him. They had to yell over the music yet they didn't mind. It was nice to yell at each other without the world being at stake. They'd near but forgotten there were other reasons to shout like that. "That sucks! Ah well, I can go to his after!"

"Why you wanna go there?" Jason inquired. "You got a crush on him?" His brother flushed red but they couldn't tell. His face was red from dancing for the last hour surrounded by hundreds of other sweaty dancers. That and the lighting was dark, only illuminated by the occasional bright coloured lights that flashed every so often. "As if! He's just a friend I'd like to see!"

"Like to see in bed more like! The b in your bromance is practically non-existent!"

"Keep acting like that and we're going back on the shit vodka!" he warned. Wally was just a friend. A friend he liked a lot. Like a lot. Like more than any of his girlfriends. Like more than a friend. Okay yes, he had a huge crush on him but it wasn't worth the risk. At least, he thought it wasn't when he was only five shots and three martinis in. Maybe by the end of the night, he'd change his mind. "How dare you use alcohol against us!"

"Got you to shut up didn't it?"

"You cheeky bastard!"

It was around three am and after he received a slew of drunk texts from his friend, Wally heard knocking on his door. Well, knocks were what they were supposed to be. What he actually heard sounded like someone was body slamming the door twenty times over. He ran to the door, ready to give whoever this was a strong talking to, and opened it only to find two drunk idiots. "What the hell are you doing here-"

"Last one to touch him, keeps him!" Roy shouted, pushing Dick into the other ginger's arms before dashing down the hall. 

"Dude!" Wally exclaimed as he held up his very drunk friend. He sighed when he saw an adorable dopey grin coming from Dick and decided he may as well keep him here for the night. He supposed Roy was just as drunk and he didn't trust him taking care of himself let alone another person. "I'm guessing you've had a fun night out?" he asked.

"Mhm! Jay n Roy broke in my flat then dragged me out clubbin. I tried getting 'em to invite you but they said you can't get drunk," Dick answered.

"You wanna let go so I can get you inside?" It was then when the smaller noticed that he was holding onto his friend tightly as he could from being pushed over and hadn't let go since. He immediately moved away with bright blush and walked inside with Wally keeping close to him just in case. He chose to sit on the couch and began kicking off his shoes, accidentally kicking his left boot off upwards so it hit him in the face. He pouted when his friend giggled. "Aww don't pout. Let's get you some water so you can start sobering up. Maybe order a pizza?"