Another little drink wont do any me any harm.

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl watched with a highly amused expression as Adam made his way over to the girl at the bar. He couldn't hear the conversation, but just watching Adam's face was entertainment enough. When he came back, Darryl was halfway through a swallow. He snorted and nearly spewed rum all over Adam. Gay, was she? He started to laugh as he cleaned himself off with another napkin. "It wasn't like th' two o' ya would elope or nothin'! It was just a dare." Darryl continued to laugh, extremely proud of himself.

Though, of course he knew Adam was going to do something that would be just as bad, if not worse. And Darryl's eyes narrowed at the man at his dare. He had to kiss...a man? Well, he had to do other things, but he was hung up on the kissing part. Darryl didn't like the idea of such a thing, especially because he had to kiss a stranger and that would most likely get him punched in the face.

And Darryl, a teacher, really didn't want to go to work with a black eye with the explanation that he got it for kissing a man. And with that logic, that left one person in the room, and he was looking at him with a glare. Of course Darryl could look at it like revenge, because of the lap dance. How wrong he was. How so very wrong. He stood with all his dignity in tact and slid around the table and bumped hips with Adam, for him to make room. Then he wrapped an arm around his shoulders, because Darryl couldn't do anything halfway, and looked him square in the eye. Though the world was kinda moving a lot, so Darryl's eyes moved to compensate that movement. (drunk much)

"Adam." He began, his face composed and completely serious. He was an actor, remember. He drew a circle on the table as he 'brought up the courage' to pour his heart out for the man. "It was not that long ago when we met; but to me, it's been an eternity." He made a fist and thumped it to his heart for a moment, pausing for great effect, even if his insides were squirming a little, his face was perfectly composed. "I've had all sorts of thoughts about you, and I just realized it's time inform you." He leaned in a little, enough to smell the whiskey on Adam's breath. "I've...wanted you. Badly." He'd like to thank the Academy.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the man, one second....two seconds...three seconds. he leaned back and chuckled a little. With all that rum in his system...well...it wasn't actually that bad of a kiss.

Anyway--on to the next dare! How in the world was Darryl going to top that particular dare, save for daring Adam to strip completely naked...there wasn't actually much Darryl had left to work with. He leaned back in the booth, his arm still comfortably across Adam's shoulders as he thought of his next dare. His mind was reeling with the alcohol and the one idea that popped into his head, didn't really seemed that bad to him. Because he was drunk.

"I dare ya t' walk 'cross th' street wiv ya pants 'round yer ankles." Darryl said pointing a finger at him with a grin. Of course the dare would take them outside, but maybe some air would do the two of them some good. Besides, his bottle was running a bit low and the Bartender looked about done with their antics.

[Adam Collier]

Adam couldn't help but to blush as Darryl came up to him. It was what he wanted sure but he hadn't actually thought he would go through with it. Adam wasn't going to force Darryl to keep kissing him, nor was he going to kiss him back he was going to let Darryl be in control of everything.

Adam smiled when Darryl told him what the dare was, it was easy and going outside sounded like a great idea.

"Pssh! That aint nothing Darryl! You just better hope I put on my boxers tonight." Adam stood up from his chair, surprisingly wit out falling over. He motioned for Darryl to follow his example.

"Come on then! I have a dare to finish."

As soon as Adam walked out the door and was far enough away from the bouncer Adam dropped trough. Thankfully he had remembered to put on his boxers before coming out tonight.

"Like what ya see Darryl?" Adam teased his friend. Adam looked around there was no way that he would be able to drive home, tonight. Thankfully he lived close enough to walk. He wasn't sure where Darryl lived.

"Darryl? You live nearby here? I'm thinking that being in public this not sober is a bad idea. I would rather not pass out in a gutter... again."

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl really didn't like admitting that the kiss was actually a bit enjoyable. Even if Adam just remained statuesque (which was good, cause Darryl wasn't sure what he'd done if Adam reciprocated). With his eyes closed, and the influence of alcohol, he wasn't hung up on the fact that Adam was a dude.

That aside, thanks to his dare, Darryl had to stand up. He slid out of the seat and did stumble, but he caught himself before anyone could notice. He thinks. He downed the rest of his glass, because if they were both going outside, chances were they weren't gonna go back inside. He followed behind Adam, and did his best to walk in a straight line with his head up (though it often times felt really heavy when he drank).

"Shake it baby!" Darryl called in reply to Adam's tease. If they were standing closer together, Darryl might have given him a bit of a slap, to go along with it, but as it so happened when Adam dropped his pants, Darryl leaned against the nearest wall because the Earth was doing this weird thing where it moved. When Adam asked him the question he lifted his head (because he had been watching some bug crawl across the sidewalk) and looked at him. He looked left and right and then gestured down the street. "Jus' up th' road." He lurched off the wall and wrapped an arm around Adam. Not because he needed the support, honest.

"'S n't f'r at 'll." He drank too much, he lost the use of vowels.

[Adam Collier]

Adam almost blushed, okay he did blush when Darryl told him to shake it. Always the accommodating friend Adam wiggled his hips a bit at his friend . Adam laughed as Darryl had to use the wall to prop himself up, but then Adam stumbled too and it wasn't so funny anymore. It was really time to get off the street and inside somewhere before they landed themselves in jail.

Adam grinned broadly when Darryl said his house was not far from where they were. At least that is what he thought Darryl had said he couldn't be quite sure. The alcohol had scrambled his head and evidently Darryl tongue. Adam smiled he could think of way to untangle his tongue, or tangle it up more either choice sounded good to him.

"Well, whatcha waiting for? Lead the way. We stand here much longer we're gonna be put into handcuffs." Not that Adam minded handcuffs, nope he didn't mind them at all it was the jail time Adam didn't like.

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl giggled and leaned sideways as Adam shook his ass a bit. He wasn't leaning sideways because he wanted a better look, mind you, he was just leaning 'cause he was laughing so hard. He quieted himself of laughing, but seeing Adam stumble a little made him splutter into laughter again. He shouldn't have drunk so much so quickly. He lost it all at once there. He shoulda slowed down...and probably eaten something.

Hangover in the morning.

Ah well. It was funny!

Darryl had several witty comments to say to Adam's question, but his mouth wasn't really forming the words. He gestured to the proper direction again but at Adam's comment of handcuffs he giggled. "Wh'd yuh w'nna put m' 'n h'ndcffs?" He asked looking up at Adam blearily. He started to laugh because it didn't make any sense to him at all. So he started to walk (hobble) towards his house again.

As the blocks passed, Darryl started to walk a little more upright, the effects of binge drinking wearing off--enough for him to stand straighter anyway. Once they made it to his house, he didn't bother with walking up the empty drive way. He just walked up through the lawn (though he took care to step over the freshly planted flowers by the stoop). Once he made it up the steps, he maneuvered his keys out of his pocket and magically got the right key into the deadbolt. He may become a stumbling buffoon when he drank, but he didn't get stupid. (Ok, maybe he did, but he could still function at some things)

Once the door was open, he trudged right on in, trusting Adam to close the door behind him. Once he made it too the couch (which wasn't too far away) he fell on it, face first. After a moment he rolled onto his side and started to untie his boots. Damn that double not. "Wh'tcha' st'ndin' 'round fr?" Darryl asked demanded as his boots thudded against the hardwood. After he sat up, he looked around wearily, peering through the darkness. "Be a d'll 'nd flip th' switch." He continued to slur, though he was just a tad bit more understandable, while he gestured towards the light switch by the door.

[Adam Collier]

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