So just to be clear, this is modern AU and Javey is not gay. If I owned Newsies, Newsies would have a fourth of July spectacular where actual Broadway stars would sing Broadway classics instead of a pop artist that just can't handle it!

"Davey, you're such a seh-xy beast."

Davey almost spit out his drink.

"Jack?"

"Yes, sexayyyy?"

"How many drinks have you had?"

"Sixah! But I'm still soooo thirsteeey!"

Davey turned towards Crutchie who was desperately trying to keep a straight face.

"I told you coming to a bar on guy's night was a bad idea."

"I know! I just thought a bar sounded relaxing."

"Davey, you can't even drink yet."

"Okay, let's focus. How are we gonna get him back to the apartment?"

"Well, a good first step would be finding him." Crutchie motioned to Jack's empty chair.

"Crap." Davey grabbed his glass and drained it as he stood up. "Hmm, that tasted really weird."

"That's because it had vodka in it. That was my drink."

Davey nodded and started walking around the bar.

"You cannot really be this much of a lightweight." Crutchie placed an arm on Davey's shoulder as Davey started to wobble. He pushed him down into a chair and quickly went to find Jack. Crutchie got both boys down the street and into their apartment without them kissing each other.

"Davey, will you have a baby with me?"

"Of course!"

Crutchie rolled his eyes and shoved the boys down onto his bed. He started unbuttoning Jack's shirt, but stopped when Jack grabbed his face.

"Are we gonna have sex?"

"No, Jack. You are going to bed, and I am going to tell Katherine about this so that she will always be able to give you shit about it." Jack just nodded as Crutchie moved over to Davey. Once he had both boys undressed, he went into the bathroom to grab their pajamas. When he walked back in the room, both boys were laying down, fast asleep. Crutchie got an evil idea as he saw the way Jack was practically laying on top of Davey. He grabbed the comforter and dragged it to the bathroom. He quickly ran it under some warm water to get it slightly damp. He dragged it back and threw it over the pair of sleeping boys. Then, he started searching through Jack's wallet and triumphantly held up a small square package. He ripped it open and hobbled into the bathroom. Crutchie unrolled the condom and squirted a dollop of white soap into it. Then he added some spit to the rubber, mixed it up, and tied it up. He quickly went back to the bedroom and carefully placed his work of art next to Davey's head. Pleased with his efforts, Crutchie turned off the lights and crawled into bed.

Crutchie woke up the next morning and went to make breakfast. Just as he was finishing his eggs, he heard Davey mutter,"Oh, shit!"

I hope you liked it. I honestly had so much fun writing it, but having never been around a really sexual drunk or really any drunk at all (well at least not outside of school) I don't know if this is accurate. Please review and thank you so !much for reading! For those of you in the USA, happy 4th! For those of you not, I hope you had a great day and I want you to celebrate the fact that some dipwad down the street is not still setting off fireworks at 1145. Oh ya, so it's 11:45 PM MST. So goodnight, goodmorning, and good everything in between.