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the tour was over! (mostly) and now they were celebrating. it was mostly pete's idea to throw such a big party, (of course it was) and he'd, as always, gone all out. they and every other band on their label were stumbling around a semi-popular club, laughing at each other, shouting over the music, and drowning themselves in booze.
brendon was on another level than all of them were. he was, in fact, probably everyone's main source of entertainment tonight. he'd already lost his shirt, and he had sunglasses on inside. (and upside down)
Pete watched and cheered him on as he attempted to pull off some sort of a hand stand situation with a beer in his hand, which ultimately resulted in a spilled beer and much more laughter.
"awh, come on, man! you can do better than that!"
"shut up, wentz- I'm doing my best here-" he slurred with a sideways smile, Ryan helping him up off the ground.
"my god, you're a mess, brendon." he shakes his head with a small smile, pushing his boyfriend in the direction of the bathroom.
"now that's unfair - hiccup - I'm having fun. no harm, no foul-"
"whatever you say.." brendon hops up on the counter, sipping off a now half spilled solo cup while ryan tries to clean the beer from his remaining clothes.
"whats the dealio? I'm allowed to have a little fun. besides, pete thought it was funny-"
"don't make the guy who's cock shots got leaked your role model, bren-"
"hey- listen- it wasn't a bad dick-"
before brendon can even continue to babble, Ryan kisses his lips. "that's not the point at all."
and that shut ship up, his cheeks even redder than they were as he hides it behind his solo cup, sipping the last drink from it.
"oh shit, my cup is empty.. that sucks.." he sighs, looking into the red plastic.