Alex practically dragged Avi into the bathroom. "No, no, it's gonna be fun!"
Avi only chuckled. Obviously he was gonna stop this before it got too far, but he wanted to have a little fun first. "What is, Al?"
"You and me! We like kissing; I know that. But what if we did more? Lots more. I'm good on my knees."
"Woah. Alexander. Watch your mouth." Avi mumbled passively, not actually upset.
Alex smacked his hands over his mouth. "Oh I'm sorry."
Mitch pointed at the bathroom door when he saw them go in, and then he reached back to grab Scott's ass. "There they go!"
Scott grabbed Mitch's hand to remove it from his ass, but held onto it with a smirk. "I'll just assume you're trying to grab my wallet."
"What about a wallet?" Mitch turned around in his arms again, his drink long gone. "You lost your wallet?"
"No, no... Just forget it." Scott muttered, eyeing Mitch's body up and down.
Mitch smiled widely. "Oh, you're talking about this!" He used both hands this time, both wrapping around Scott's hips to grab at his ass. "I don't want your wallet, but I do want this."
"Oh do you, now? Since when is my little Mitchie a top?"
"I think you're too good at it for me to want to."
"Oh really?" Scott hummed, once again pulling Mitch's arms away from his ass. "Damn, you're drunk."
"Am I? I couldn't tell... Though... I wouldn't be opposed to doin' some drink activities."
Scott laughed at his struggled speech. "You're a mess."
"Can I be a hot mess?"
"I mean... If you want to be..?"
"Thanks. I wanna be." Mitch suddenly bumped into Scott, after someone bumped into him. "Oop! Excuse me!" And then he giggled again.
Scott glared at the person behind Mitch. "Careful." He warned loudly.
The guy glanced over, looked afraid, and then walked away quickly.
Scott then saw Alex march out of the bathroom, and Scott couldn't tell if he was upset or angry. "Uh oh."
Mitch giggled again, sliding his hands up Scott's shirt to feel his back. "Uh oh, you're muscle-y."
Scott tried to gesture over to Alex, who was now sitting at the bar. "Babe, your friend is upset. Don't you wanna check on him?"
"Who's upset? Are you upset?"
"No. But Alex looks pretty distraught."
He turned quickly, looking for Alex, and then frowning. "Scottie Bear, will you pay for his drink? Pleaaase?" Mitch whined.
Scott hummed, wrapping his arms around Mitch's waist to pull Mitch's smaller body into Scott's. "If it'll make you happy."
"It will. So so happy."
Scott nodded, turning his head to kiss Mitch's temple once. "I'm not leaving you here alone though, so... You'd best start walking."
Mitch held onto Scott's forearms as they walked, laughing a little. When they got close enough, Mitch reached out toward Alex. "Allie, babe!"
Alex turned a little, frowning at him. "Go away. I wanna be sad all alone."
Scott helped Mitch to sit on the bar stool beside Alex, and then he reached around to grab his phone, hoping to get a text through to Avi.
Avi texted him back quickly, just saying that he was in the bathroom. Scott of course couldn't go find him though, because he couldn't leave these two drunkards by themselves.
Mitch clung to Alex's arm, pressing kisses to his shoulder. "Why're you sad?"
"Because Avi is mean."
"How so? Was he rude to you? Did he do something mean?"
"He's just mean."
Scott leaned forward a little to speak to him, having to shout slightly in the loud place. "Alex, will you tell me what happened? Please?"
Alex pouted even more. "Nuh... I just want something to drink."
Scott rubbed his back a little, squinting at him. "Are you sure..? Seems like you've had plenty to drink."
"No. I want another." He turned and frowned at Scott. "Please? Just one more."
Scott nodded once, and turned to speak to the bartender.
Avi wandered out of the bathroom, and slowly walked in their direction. Luckily, Alex's back was to him so he didn't decide to up and run.
When Avi got over to them, he stood silently beside Scott.
Scott was quick to hand Alex his drink, and then turn to Avi. "Hey, what the fuck happened?"
"He was trying to do some shit that he shouldn't while he's drunk."
"And you were mean to him because of it?"
"Not mean. I was just being cautious. I told him no."
Alex suddenly turned, glaring at him. "No, you didn't. You said 'get off me' and then pushed me so hard I thought I'd fall."
"Well you weren't listening to me! You were so--"
"You didn't have to push me!"
Mitch quickly put a hand on Alex's arm. "Honey, you can't have this argument with all the alcohol you've had today."
Alex shook his head quickly. "You're right. I wanna go home."
Scott nodded once, pulling his keys from his pocket. "I'll take you. You can sleep in my room."
Avi tilted his head a little. "You'll--?"
"We can't let his parents see him this wasted. So you guys are staying at mine."
Alex grabbed Scott's arm when he stumbled a little. "Oh dear. I don't.. I don't wanna take your room from you. I'll stay on the couch."
"No, it's not a problem." Scott looked up at Avi. "I'll be back in twenty. Keep an eye on him." He nodded toward Mitch, who had taken Alex's drink and was taking very small sips of it as if no one was watching him.
Avi sighed, and nodded as he sat beside Mitch.
*
Scott had already been gone for about ten minutes, when Mitch finished the drink and decided he wanted to dance some more.
Avi tried to stop him, but was too emotionally drained to be very strict about it, and merely walked out with him.
Mitch stayed mostly away from him, so Avi just had to watch and be sure he was content and safe.
That was until Mitch grabbed his arm, and tried to get him more hyped. "Avi, Avi, dance with me! Please, please?!"
Avi allowed Mitch's hand around his wrist, taking a step closer and hoping that would be sufficient. Mitch didn't seem to agree though, and he tried to initiate more.
Avi thought he'd be screwed, until someone came up behind Mitch and started dancing on him. Mitch's priority list changed, and he backed onto whomever was behind him with a wide grin.
Avi hoped it was Scott, but knew that it wasn't. He tried to grab Mitch's arm. "Hey, don't do that. I thought you wanted to dance with me?"
Mitch shook his head once. "This person is nice." Said person grabbed Mitch's hips roughly to pull him back even more, Mitch merely putting his hands up as he swung his hips in such a way that Avi almost forgot what he was saying.
Avi shook his head again, trying to pull on Mitch's arm. "Mitch, if Scott comes back and sees you like this he'll--"
"Hopefully he'll come back at all." Mitch said in response.
Avi just stared at him. Shit, he was doing terribly at his job. He watched as the stranger's hands ran up and down Mitch's torso, and Mitch bit his lip a little.
"Avi-Avi-Avi, you should go get me a drink."
"Not unless you're gonna go with me."
"I can't leave him. He might go away." Mitch responded, as he pushed his hips back even further, and the stranger let out a noise that Avi would rather die than hear again.
Avi finally shook his head more firmly, and reached out to grab Mitch by his arms to pull toward himself. "No, you and I need to go."
Mitch whined, and the stranger held on even tighter. "No, I wanna stay."
The stranger finally spoke, lifting his head so Avi could see his brown eyes. "Back off, Pal. He wants to be here with me."
"He has a boyfriend, you prick."
"Well judging by how he's dancing right now, I'd say he doesn't really wanna think about that right now." He ran a large hand along the side of Mitch's neck before he leaned down to kiss the skin there. "Isn't that right, baby?"
Mitch didn't respond, though his eyes slipped shut.
Avi tried once more. "Listen, you fucker. If you don't let him the fuck go--"
"He wants to have fun! Stop being so controlling. Just go get him his drink, God damn."
Avi rolled his eyes so hard, Mitch thought it must've hurt. "When his boyfriend comes back, he's gonna kick you in the balls so hard your grandchildren are gonna feel it. I hope you're aware of that."
The stranger only winked. "I'll take my chances." He ran his hands underneath Mitch's shirt, which is (thankfully) when Scott walked back into the building.
Scott was quick to march over, grabbing Mitch's arms much more roughly than Avi had, and yanked him out of the stranger's grip. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The stranger had to look up at him, and that's what scared him first. "Uh... Just checking out the merchandise..."
Scott stared at him for a second, now holding Mitch against him in some form of a hug. "I beg your pardon..?"
Mitch held onto him tightly, as if he wasn't hearing any part of the argument. "You came back..."
The man just held his hands up in surrender of some kind. "Okay, chill out, man. It was just a misunderstanding."
"Was it?"
Avi crossed his arms over his chest. "I told him that Mitch had a boyfriend, so. Couldn't have been that hard to understand."
Scott smiled a little then. "If you'd like to go outside, then. I'm sure you and I could work this out."
Mitch clung to his upper arms. "Don't leave again."
Scott kept looking over him at the tall stranger. "But it's up to you. Either you can apologize to him, and then get the fuck out of my sight... Or I'll take you outside and we can talk about this."
Immediately the man squinted at him. "Let's go outside then."
Scott nodded once, leaning down to give Mitch a sloppy kiss on the lips before looking at Avi. "Why don't you take him to the car? I'll meet you guys in a few."
The stranger scoffed at him. "If you're still conscious after this..."
"It's not 'me' that I'm worried about. But thanks."
**