Only The Good Die Young

Tony feels a pit forming in his stomach, growing larger with each passing moment at this party. He didn't have a good feeling about it, and it literally took everything he had to not high tail it out of there, it didn't help that Mike kept trying to get him to drink. The last thing he needed was to be drunk while trying to handle another drunk person. He'd seen his parents drunk enough times to know that that never worked out well.

Mike leaves Tony alone for the umpteenth time since they'd arrived, and Tony takes this as a chance the escape the pungent smell of alcohol and deafeningly loud high pitched singing of some pop song. He manages to make it to the door and out into the crisp night air. He takes a long deep breath and a smiles, relishing in the cool air.

Tony moves away from the building, attempting to excape the obnoxious sounds of the party. He takes a seat on the ground a ways away from the building, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Suddenly the entire day came tumbling down around him, he'd been on a high of sorts and he hadn't felt as though he had done anything earlier, but now he just wanted to sleep for years. Letting out a long yawn, Tony sprawls out across the grass, dozing off in the moon light.

"Tone!" Someone's loud slurring wakes Tony. Tony jumps when Mike leans over him, practically falling on top of him. He reeked of alcohol, and Tony imagined he was well past wasted. "What're you doing out here all alone?" Mike gives up, and sprawls himself on top of Tony.

Tony can feel his heart racing. he wasn't used to being this close to people. "I, uh, uh . . . It was really loud in there so I came out here to the peace and quiet."

"You're so boring," Mike snorts, resting head on Tony's chest. "The party's hardly begun!" Mike swings a bottle of whiskey haphazardly in one hand while he uses the other to push himself up. "Have something to drink!" Mike manages to sit up next to Tony, and waits until he's sitting up before offering him the bottle.

"No thanks," Tony says shaking his head.

"C'mon!" Mike urges. "This stuff is way better than the shit Bear got, trust me." Tony shakes his head again. A sly grin crosses Mike's face and he practically attacks Tony, shifting until he was straddling him. Mike holds the bottle to Tony's lips, and Tony keeps his mouth shut tight. "C'mon! You'll like it, I promise!" Another grins passes across Mike's lips, and he uses his free hand to tickle Tony who instantly opens his mouth to laugh. Mike takes his shot and tips the bottle into Tony's mouth.

Tony coughs and sputter, but swallows it. "What the fuck man?" Tony chokes, feeling the whiskey travel down his throat and hit his stomach with a burning sensation. But it actually felt kind of good . . . Maybe Mike was right.

"See," Mike says, his words slurring more together again. "It isn't that bad."

"I guess not," Tony agrees.

Mike rolls off of Tony, and stares up at the moon, smiling slightly. "How about let's get you home, while one of us is still sober enough to drive, then we can pick up from there." Mike suggests what Tony' would consider the first right thing he's done all night.

"All right, can I have your keys?" Tony asks, feeling relieved.

"Yhussirree!" Mike laughs and fumbles in his pockets for them, which he tosses at Tony and results in five minutes of searching the grass from the elusive item. Tony rolls his eyes at the drunken Mike who really is no help, other than making explicit commentary and he attempted to keep his balance in the leaned over postion above the ground.

"Time to get out of here!" Tony says gladly, as he grabs Mike's wrist and leads him off toward the car.

Notes

Hey, it's been a while since I updated this one too, sorry. x.x
But I have an idea what direction I'm taking it in, so it's all cool.

I just realized I haven't even covered a whole day in 6 chapters. Woops. I swear the day'll end in the next chapter. Cx

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