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Another party, another Saturday. The only difference with today versus any other day that the Fabulous Four went out for drinks, was that Party Poison decided to be the sober one this time. Typically, it was anyone else, if they were planning on driving home or finding a place to crash nearby in some motel. One of them was usually sober. Party never liked to be the sober one, they looked forward to getting plastered and sucking someone's dick for free drinks, but the last time they drank they ended up in house arrest and sleeping in their brother’s room for a week, they knew it was likely to happen again and couldn’t risk it.
Now, they didn’t have much to do, so they stayed with Fun Ghoul, who was never hooking up with anyone or running far from the bar to do god knows what. After they got done having a conversation with a young orange haired joy, they found Fun on a worn couch by a pool table.
“Ghoulie” They exclaimed, walking up to Ghoul like they had been looking for him for ages. They were glad to see a familiar face because Jet and Kobra were who knows where.
Fun looked up at Party from his gloved hands, “Party!” He clumsily rose from the chair, and stumbled into Party’s arms, enveloping them in a tight hug.
Shook, they backed away and grabbed his shoulders. “Wow, you need air honey,” They ignored his huff and pouty face, and wrapped their arm around his waist to lead him out of a nearby door. “let’s go outside.”
Fun Ghoul got drunk nearly every time they went out because he couldn’t even drive the car in the daytime with someone in the passenger's seat directing his every move. But despite his small figure, he never got this drunk, and Party could see the drastic difference this time in his behavior, he must have drank tons.
Fun followed Poison lazily outside of the party house. They noticed that the boy was quite quieter than usual. "Do you need to go home babe?" They grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn't fall over.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine" He muttered over and over. "Stop calling me names." He mumbled the last part with his head to the ground; he was swaying like he was ballroom dancing.
Party wasn't sure they heard him exactly, but they decided to ask, "What do you mean Ghoulie?"
"You keep calling me names, it's annoying." He looked at them deeply, his eyes weighed down by his drunkenness.
Party smiled to themself as they lit up a cigarette. “I don’t know what you mean, sunshine.” They teased him. It may be immature, but they wanted to get a rise out of drunk Fun Ghoul. Maybe this would call for a good morning story time.
Ghoul practically stomped his foot. “What is wrong with you!” He gave them a hard shove that was meant to be silly and harmless but resulted in them hitting the brick wall beside them extremely hard. Even though they would have a gigantic bruise tomorrow, they couldn’t stop laughing.
They made it home that night, and for a reason that was beyond Party Poison’s knowledge, Ghoul wouldn’t let them go. Yes, they got themself into this situation, but they didn’t bother complaining when they had to help Fun into his pajamas and let him sleep in their bed with them.
The next morning was just Ghoul’s jaw being on the floor while Party told him all of the stupid shit he pulled that night.