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"Why do I even have to go to this stupid party?" Jack groaned as he sat cross-legged on Zack's bed.
"Because it's Halloween and it's Rian's party." He said as he stood in front of the mirror painting his face a greenish-grey colour.
Zack had gone full out with his costume this year and was going as Frankenstein. Technically it had been Jack's idea, he'd suggested they do a couple's costume and go as Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein as a joke. Rian had absolutely loved the idea and was all for dragging up to play Zack's wife.
"Yeah, but why do I have to go to your boyfriend's party? You know I hate all these social situations." Zack sighed as he turned to face him.
"Because I am your best friend and I'm not gonna let you sit at home watching The Nightmare Before Christmas on your own whilst you eat all the Halloween candy like you do every year."
"Hey, it's a tradition!" Zack gave him a withering look before throwing a shopping bag at him.
"Get changed and be quick!"
Jack was going to kill Zack. "A black cat? Seriously?" Zack merely shrugged.
"It's simple and easy. You'd only complain if I got you something cool or fancy." Jack rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, but a cat, I mean come on!" Zack furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"What's wrong with cats?" Jack looked at him in disbelief.
"Bara-kat." Zack's eyes widened in understanding and he began to laugh.
"Shit man, I didn't even think about that." Jack groaned.
"I'm gonna look like such a dork!" Zack smirked.
"You're a dork anyway. No one's gonna care." Jack pulled a thoroughly unimpressed face.
"I hate you."
When they arrived at the house a semi-intoxicated Rian opened the door to greet them. "Zacky!" He cried enthusiastically, pulling the dark-haired boy into a brief kiss. "Oh my god." He giggled. "It's a Barakitten!" Jack sent Zack a glare in response. He owed him big time for this.
Jack quickly slunk into the shadows, making an active attempt to avoid everyone as he made his way to the drinks table. If he was going to make it through tonight he was going to need to be drunk as a skunk.
He grabbed the first red cup he came into contact with and downed it, cringing slightly as it burned his throat. He dropped the cup, grabbing a large bottle of cheap vodka that had yet to be opened and went off in search of a particularly dark corner to hide in.
A few hours passed and Jack found himself just over halfway through the bottle with a pleasant buzz. The only problem now was he needed to pee.
As he got to his feet the effects of the alcohol truly hit him. His vision blurred a little at the edges and his head spun briefly before he began to stumble his way through the crowded room. He just managed to make it up the stairs before tripping and falling flat on his face. He slowly managed to get to his feet, using the wall as support but then had to open every door he passed in order to find the bathroom.
The door opened as he went to grab the handle and he just managed to catch himself on the doorframe. "Whoa." The guy, who was dressed as a vampire, chuckled. "I'll have some of what you've been drinking." He joked.
Jack wordlessly handed the bottle over as he stumbled around the lad in order to use the toilet. He quickly fumbled with his jeans, ignoring the continued presence in the doorway.
Vampire boy took a slug from the bottle and grimaced. "This tastes like shit." He stated, staring at the bottle with mild disgust.
"It does." Jack agreed. This didn't stop the lad from chugging the bottles remaining content.
Jack turned to dry his hands just in time to see the now empty bottle being dropped to the floor.
"I'm Alex." Said the vampire, a drunken smile on his lips.
"Jack."
Alex grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. "Come on Jacky, let's go do some shots."
Somewhere between the whiskey shots, apple bobbing, and terrible ghost stories, someone had the bright idea of going trick or treating which quickly turned into TP-ing people's houses. Jack's new companion found this to be a brilliant idea so naturally, Jack was dragged along for the ride.
"Come on Jack it's easy!" Alex exclaimed as they stood in front of a particularly large house with all its lights turned off. "You just throw the roll." He then proceeded to demonstrate, launching the toilet paper into the air so that it left a long trail hanging in the tree out the front, the others having already started on the house.
With a sigh, Jack let go of Alex's hand - he had a habit of grabbing onto Jack's and not letting go, not that Jack was complaining - and launched his roll of toilet paper.
The roll sailed through the air in a near-perfect ark, decorating the tree on its journey. "See!" Alex beamed. "You're a natural." Jack couldn't deny he was pretty proud of himself; given his intense intoxication, he hadn't been expecting much.
The pair threw the rolls back and forth, stumbling to catch them in their drunken states. Jack chuckled as he looked up at their handy work, he knew he should feel guilty, and once he'd sobered up he probably would, but at that moment he couldn't care less about guilt. He was having too much fun.
Wee-ooh! Wee-ooh! Wee-ooh!
They all jumped out of their skins at the sound of the police sirens. Wordlessly the group dispersed, all running off in different directions to try and avoid detection. Jack found himself stumbling down a dark alleyway as Alex pulled him along roads he didn't recognise.
Once they'd gotten a sufficient distance away, cutting down several backstreets that Jack hadn't known existed, they stopped under a street lamp. Alex grinned at Jack as they stood in silence for a moment before they both started laughing. "That was crazy!" Jack slurred.
Things managed to get even crazier for Jack when Alex grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a sloppy kiss.
Their mouths moved messily against one another and Jack couldn't help but giggle when one of Alex's plastic fangs poked his tongue. "My house isn't far from here," Alex whispered and Jack nodded eagerly. The only thought running through his mind as Alex led the way through the dark streets was that he was going to have to find a way to thank Zack for dragging his ass to the stupid party in the first place.