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Thomas closed his laptop and climbed out of his bed carefully, jumping down to the floor as he reached near the bottom of the ladder. Man, he hated these lofted beds. They all always had to either jump down or step on their chair on the way down since the desk was right up against the bed and could not be moved. Of course, they could always lower the beds and move them however they would like, but that would take away a lot of floor space from their already small living space and Thomas did not think he could handle being even closer to his brother all the time. As he reached the floor, he looked over at Patton, who was sitting at his desk. A Word document was open, blank besides the usual heading. Thomas laughed.
“No luck, Pat?”
“Man, this stuff is the opposite of fun.” Patton groaned, closing his laptop.
“Bio?” Thomas asked, walking over to his dresser.
“Chem.” Patton sighed, turning himself in his chair to look at his older brother.
“I told you to take bio, I remember you almost bombing chem in high school.” Thomas laughed. He couldn’t find the shirt he wanted in his dresser, so he opened his small closet to search in there. Finding his favorite Steven Universe t-shirt, Thomas slid the closet door shut and turned back to Patton, who was shaking his head.
“That’s not much better! Like, I’ve never been the science guy, you’re the science guy.”
“Nah, I think you’re thinking of Bill Nye.” Thomas winked and started changing his shirt as his brother groaned.
“Nooo, I’m the pun guy.” He whined. “Whatever though. What I’m saying is, why did I decide to come here? You shoulda just gone when you graduated instead of waiting for me, I don’t belong here anyway.”
“Patton, from what I hear, everyone feels like that. I mean, I’m not that great at English and stuff but I still passed. You can do it, okay? And why aren’t you asking for my help with chem? I love chemistry, remember?” Thomas finished changing his clothes and was now standing in front of the full-length mirror that was mounted on their dorm room door.
“I just don’t wanna bother you.” Patton mumbled. Thomas sighed, crossing his arms and turning around to face Patton.
“Listen, Pat, I’ll help you whenever. But forget about it right now, okay? It’s almost 7, and we said we’d meet in Virgil’s room at 7 remember?”
“He just lives down the hall, it’s not like we need to leave early.” Patton said as he got up. He went through his closet, finding a clean blue t-shirt and jeans to change into. “We’ll probably be there first anyway, I’m pretty sure Prince said he was on his way back but he had to drop his friend off at their dorm or whatever.”
“Which friend? Roman has other friends?” Thomas laughed. “Scandalous.”
Patton laughed and the two finished getting ready before grabbing their room keys and heading down the hall to Virgil’s room.
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Virgil heard a knock on his door. He looked down at the time on his phone. 7:00. He leaned back on the futon and paused the TV.
“Come in guys, you know it’s never locked.” He called, and a couple seconds later Patton and Thomas entered the room.
“You’re obnoxious, man.” Thomas laughed, tossing his keys onto the empty desk that would belong to Virgil’s roommate if he had one. “I swear every time we walk in without knocking, you freak, and every time we knock, you freak.”
“What can I say, dude?” Virgil shrugged, grinning. “I’m just a freak I guess.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Patton rolled his eyes, a smile threatening to creep onto his face. He looked at Virgil for a moment before darting his eyes away. He’d had a crush on Virgil since the beginning of the semester, and he was pretty sure all of their friends were fully aware of this. Still, he didn’t want Virgil to know. Virgil didn’t come off as the relationship sort of person, really.
A few moments later, the door burst open.
“I come bearing gifts!” Roman beamed, and Logan followed him into the room, closing the door behind them.
“Dude, can you not wave that shit around like a lunatic until the door is closed?” Virgil groaned.
“Exactly what I’ve been trying to tell him. We are all underage. And we are in a dorm. Full of other underage students. What are the odds that we would not get in trouble?” Logan ranted, sitting down in the chair at the unclaimed desk. Roman rolled his eyes.
“I wasn’t waving it around outside the bags or anything, and no one saw, okay? Y’all are so on edge. And here I thought Logan and Patton were the only newbies to the world of drinking?” Roman teased.
Logan scoffed. “I’ve gotten drunk before, Princey, we quite literally drank last weekend.”
“Dude. You had one drink, you weren’t even drunk, and it was ONE time.” Roman said. Everyone laughed, and Logan sighed.
“You excited, Pat? First time?” Roman asked, and Patton looked up at him. Thomas nudged his shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m kinda nervous but I think I’ll be good. I’ve taken care of this idiot over here plenty of times when he’s wasted.” Patton teased, nudging Thomas back. Thomas crossed his arms.
“I am not that crazy when I get drunk and you know it.” He grinned, and Patton rolled his eyes.
“Okay maybe not, but still.”
“I swear to god though if anyone throws up in here besides in the trash can I am kicking you out before the night is even over.” Virgil warned, pointing at everyone. “Especially you, Princey, I swear you throw up almost every time we go out.”
“I feel so targeted.” Roman said, grinning. “Okay, okay, I’ll get everyone a drink while My Chemical Romance over there finds a movie or some shit to watch.”
Virgil flicked Roman off with a smirk, and then proceeded to scroll through Netflix. Roman walked over to Virgil’s desk and opened his bags to reveal a package of red plastic cups and a coupe paper bags. He pulled a bottle of honey jack out of each bag. Then he strolled over to Virgil’s mini fridge, returning to the desk with some cream soda. He reached up to one of the shelves of the desk, finding some shot glasses.
“Who wants half jack and half pop, and who just wants some shots?”
Virgil ended up taking his first shot the moment Roman handed it to him, handing the shot glass back to him to refill. Roman refilled the shot glass and set it on the desk before filling up cups of jack and cream soda for Patton, Thomas, and Logan. Roman then poured a couple more shots of jack before downing one. He then handed Virgil his second shot, and they both took their second shots together.
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Patton was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, next to Thomas. Thomas abandoned his mixed drink after a few sips in favor of shots, handing the drink over to Patton. Logan sat in one of the desk chairs. Roman and Virgil sat on the futon across from Patton and Thomas, taking their sixth shots together on the count of three. Patton was on his second glass by now, and he was beginning to feel a bit warm. Roman and Virgil were definitely at least tipsy, and Logan, who was admittedly a lightweight, was on his third cup and already drunk. Thomas took his fourth shot, handing the glass over to Roman to refill. Patton took another sip of his drink then lowered his cup, staring inside it. It was empty now.
“Need a refill, Pat?” He heard Roman ask. Patton looked up quickly, then back down at his glass. “What? Oh, yeah thanks man.” He said, handing his cup over. Roman refilled his drink, putting more jack in it this time than cream soda.
It went on like this for a while as they watched The Office. At this point, no one was really paying much attention to the TV, and were all instead debating on what drinking game to play now that everyone was sufficiently tipsy.
“Truth or Dare?” Roman suggested for the third time. Everyone groaned. “Hey, I could suggest spin the fucking bottle, but I’m not that horrible!” Roman complained, looking a Virgil then subtly winking at Patton, who darted his eyes back to his drink.
“Fine, let’s play Truth or Dare before Princey has an aneurism.” Virgil said. Roman handed out shot glasses to everyone and filled them up with jack.
“Anyone want a chaser?” Roman asked, and the others all shook their heads. They were all tipsy enough now that they couldn’t really taste the alcohol too much and just didn’t care anymore. “Alright then, if you choose to pass then you take a shot.”
“Thomas!” Roman said, beaming. Thomas looked up at him from the floor and grinned. “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” Thomas said, grinning. Roman laughed.
“I dare you to strip down to your boxers and stay that way for the rest of the game.” A chorus of laughter filled the room and Thomas rolled his eyes.
“Come on man!”
“Gotta start out strong, Thomas, just do it or drink!”
Thomas sighed and stood up, shaking his head. “You guys suck.” He said, but he was still laughing. Once he was in his boxers, he sat back down. Roman whistled, and Thomas threw his shoe at him.
“Logan, Truth or Dare?” Thomas said, catching his shoe as Roman chucked it back at him.
“Truth.” Logan said, and Thomas tilted his head.
“Hmmmm…have you ever skinny dipped?”
“No.” Logan said simply, and Virgil groaned.
“Come on Thomas, it’s Logan , you totally know he’s never skinny dipped.”
“Heyy, you don’t know—well actually yeah you’re right, I didn’t do much in high school.” Logan sighed, and Virgil laughed.
“It’s alright, nerd. Me next!” Virgil said, and Logan nodded.
“Alright, Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to….hmmmm…” Logan sat, thinking, and Roman leaned over to whisper in his ear. Logan nodded, smiling, and then looked at Virgil. “I dare you to kiss Patton.”
Patton paled, clearing his throat and looking at Logan, then at Roman. He avoided eye contact with Virgil. Thomas subtly nudged Patton’s shoulder. There was no way Virgil would do this, and if he did then it was just because he had to. Virgil cleared his throat and Patton looked over at him shyly. Virgil was looking at Logan with a grin before clearing his throat and downing a shot. Patton knew it. He let out a quiet sigh that only Thomas could hear, and he felt Thomas rub his back a bit.
“Come on man, you’re no fun!” Roman groaned. Virgil just laughed.
“Truth or Dare, Pat?” Virgil asked, and Patton took a deep breath.
“Truth?” Patton said, more of a question than a statement, holding his breath. Virgil smiled.
“Have you ever explored an abandoned place before?”
Patton exhaled, relieved. He was so nervous that Virgil would ask him something worse. He laughed and looked at Thomas. “We went to an abandoned theme park once, didn’t we?” He asked. Thomas laughed.
“Ah yeah I totally forgot about that. Junior year of high school, a few of my friends and I wanted to go to this abandoned amusement park but I had to drag this guy along so he wouldn’t get me in trouble.” Thomas grinned, and Patton nodded.
“Yeah, I remember that, ‘cause you thought I’d tell on you but if we both went then I couldn’t say anything.” Patton grinned. Virgil, Roman, and Logan all laughed.
“Your turn, Pat.” Virgil said. It continued like this for a while. Truths, dares, and shots. By the time it circled around a few times back to Roman, Patton had taken a few shots and was starting to feel so much warmer, his mind becoming fuzzier. He was definitely drunk, but he was having fun.
“Patton, truth or dare?” He heard, and he looked up. Roman was looking at him expectedly. Damn, he knew Roman was going to try to bait him either way.
“Truth, I guess.” Patton said, his voice slightly slurred.
“Have you ever had a crush on anyone—not related to you—in this room?” Roman asked. Of course. Patton rolled his eyes and locked eye contact with Roman as he took another shot. Roman groaned as Logan and Thomas laughed. Roman handed Patton the remaining bottle of jack to refill his shot glass. As he was pouring the alcohol, Patton could have sworn that he saw Virgil looking at him out of the corner of his eye. When he turned his head a bit, however, he saw Virgil looking at the TV instead. Patton bit his lip, looking back down at his glass as he handed the bottle back to Roman.