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“Hey, Mom? We’re all gonna go stay at the Byers tonight- if that’s fine!”
“Yeah, go right ahead, have fun kids!”
Grinning, the teens slipped into Jonathan’s truck, chattering over each other.
“Take us away!” Will whoops, turning the music on the radio up. Jonathan just laughs and shakes his head.
“You guys are insane. Look out for each other, alright?”
The party had just graduated a couple hours earlier. They finished up their last ever DnD campaign. And although they all thought they wouldn’t be in the mood for Stacy’s party- they just had to go.
Jonathan pulled into the driveway, holding Will back to hand him a burner phone he had gotten from Steve. “Text me when you need me to pick you guys up, alright? Stay safe.”
Will nodded and then chased after his friends to the door.
Mike pushed his hair out of his eyes- He had cut it shorter earlier this year but it was beginning to grow back. He had it in a side-part to keep it out of his face as it grew- he kinda hated the look on himself but Will seemed to like it.
Stacey opened the door and grinned at the sight of everyone entering. She started to drag Dustin off as he told the group to just meet on the porch when they were ready to go. They all agreed and Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. “Dustin and Stacey. Who would’ve thought?” Max grinned back and dragged her boyfriend off as well.
Mike glanced to Will, who looked absolutely stunning in the bright lights. “You uh- wanna go find drinks?”
Will smiled, he was a little nervous, but Jonathan had been teaching him to let loose. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
Three drinks later and Will was partying his ass off on the dance floor with some random people. Mike was grinning from the crowd, sipping a plastic cup of beer as well. He didn’t love the taste of it but he liked how dizzying it felt. And Will looked so good dancing..
Don’t stop when you hear me calling,
Don’t stop when you hear me shout out-
Will’s eyes find Mike’s as some girl pulls him in to dance with her.
Mike scowls as Will just lets it happen- maybe he’s forgotten he’s gay because he’s so wasted, he reasons.
When the girl finishes twirling around in Will’s arms, Mike yanks Will off the dance floor.
“Jesus, you’re a mess, Byers-” He grumbles. Will just giggles drunkenly into Mike’s collarbones.
“Won’t you dance with me, Mikey?”
Mike bites his lip hard. Will is dragging his fingers up and down his spine and how could he ever say no to the gorgeous boy in front of him?
Fuck it. Mike downed the rest of his cup and threw it off into the room before grabbing Will’s hips.
I know you’re hypnotising, fantasising, hypnotising…
The floor is crowded and hot and Will grins, dancing in a way that made Mike feel even hotter.
I wanna stay here til the morning light!
“Oh my god-” he muttered, eyes glued to the way Will’s hips swung.
“Dance.” The boy insisted, dragging Mike into a heated sway.
“You’re so drunk, Will-” he protests, unable to help the way he revelled in the warmth of his best friend's waist in his palms.
“Maybe you’re not drunk enough” Will mumbles lewdly. Mike’s heart stutters and he stares down at Will.
“Fuck you. Seriously-” but Mike finds another cup of beer to drink anyways, forcing the excuses swimming through his head to quiet down.
He lets himself believe that all of this is only happening because Will is wasted and Mike’s always been weak to the boy’s pleas. He chooses to believe that nothing will come out of this night- even if he desperately wants something to.
But he doesn't! He doesn't want anything to happen.
Because Will is his best friend. His best friend who looks obscenely good as he takes Mike's cup and downs the rest of it with a hum.
His best friend who's eyes are all dazed and his lips are too plush and there's beer dripping slowly down his chin-
By the end of the night, Mike’s pants are horrifically tight and Will is too wasted to even stand up by himself.
When the whole party met up by the door, it was clear they had all gotten pretty goddamn wasted for their first ever actual party.
Dustin had hickeys all around his neck in several shades of lipstick that also stained his face and collar. Lucas punched his arm lightly when he saw him “You dog, Henderson!!”
Max laughed at his side and Mike pointed out “You guys clearly aren’t in much better shape.”
The two flushed lightly before Max quickly retorted “Right and what about you and Will- Who’s currently staggeringly drunk.”
Mike huffed, face burning “Shut up. I’m just keeping him safe.”
Will draped himself in Mike’s arms and murmurs defensively “I only had like 2 cups.”
“4, love. You had 4. Two during beer pong, one on the dance floor, and one when you were begging me to-”
“Ew, guys-” Lucas cuts Mike off, shaking his head. “Don’t say that in front of us.”
Mike blushes and holds the boy in his arms a little tighter. “Shut up, I was gonna say, begging me to dance. Anyways- how much did you guys drink? Cause Byers here is going to have a hell of a hangover.”
Dustin pipes up and offers “I didn’t drink much. Only like a cup or two. And then I had some water afterwards. Alcohol is kinda gross”
Lucas half-shrugs, half-nods “Yeah me too. I had a cup and then decided it wasn’t my thing. Max here though, she had like 3 cups.”
Max shrugs, grinning “What can I say, you guys are just lightweights.”
Mike rolls his eyes and offers “I also had 3 so don’t drag me into the lightweight category.”
Jonathan’s truck pulled up with a soft honk and they all turned to see him. The group moved to stumble inside and he laughed “Jeez guys, how much did y’all drink?”
“Max and I had 3 cups, Dustin had 2, Lucas had 1, and-”
“Oh god, how much did he drink-” Jonathan chokes as Will slumps into the dashboard. Mike grins softly.
“Like 4 cups. I kept taking them away from him- who knew he could take in so much beer?”
Jonathan quietly shakes his head, chuckling “Remind me to keep him away from mom.”
Dustin, Lucas, and then Max got dropped off one by one. When it got to Mike though, a certain drunk wouldn’t stop whining about him leaving. Jonathan ended up dropping the two off together.
“You’ll call our mom, right? Let her know that Will is fine?”
Mike nods, smiling softly as he squeezes the boy a little bit closer to him “Of course. Thanks again for letting him stay the night over. I’ll take care of him.”
Jonathan smiles and sets his hands on the wheel “I know.”
With that, he drove off and Will continued to melt into Mike.
“C’mon, Will, let’s get you some water.” Mike hummed, guiding his best friend to the door.
Thankfully, most of his family was asleep already so they could quietly move around the house without the risk of everyone realising they’re wasted.
Will chugged down two glasses of water at the request of Mike, before they stumbled up to Mike’s room to get some rest.
"M'no..." Will mumbled as the boy tried to coax him into bed, "'M all diirtyyy-"
"Well I don't know what you want me to do about that, Will!" Mike snapped in a concerned whisper, glancing anxiously towards his door.
"can't sleep in these clothes..."
Mike groans and then leaves his drunken best friend sitting in his bed to grab a change of clothes for the whiney boy.