He was drunk.

He was totally hammered.

And he had a good reason to be.

"How? How'd dis happen?" His words were slurred, and he was sitting in the back of Trent's GMC Topkick. His buddies, who were as plastered as him, save for Noah himself, who didn't drink, were shaking their heads stupidly.

"I donno bro! Maybe you two werent ment to be." Geoff slurred, leaning against the back window of the truck.

Noah, the only sober one, rolled his eyes. "You hit her. That's what happen!" Noah was bored. He knew the guys needed him to be their "safe man", but that didn't mean he enjoyed it.

Duncan groaned, clutching his head. "Ah! Dammit dude! I-I thinks your right." Noah jumped as Duncan suddenly let out a strangled, angry, cry as he threw his beer bottle onto the asphalt of the bars parking lot.

Eva wasn't gonna be happy about that. The girl hated when people littered her parking lot.

"I-I didn't mean to! It-It all happened so fast!" Duncan snarled, swaying slightly as he slipped off the truck bed, bumping into Trent, who had been staring at the stars the whole time.

"Hey! Hey! Duncam-Duncan! Chill bro!" Noah wrinkled his nose, as Cody came stumbling around the left side of the truck. Cody wasn't much of a drinker. He wasn't really a fan of it. But when he did decide to drink...Well be sure to keep a distant from the "Ladies" man.

Geoff, who finished gulping down more of his whiskey, clumsily climbed out of the back, and threw his arm over Duncan's shoulder. Being the regular party guy of the group, Geoff was pretty good at keeping his words from slurring, as he tried to calm Duncan down.

Said ex-con shrugged his friend off, before punching the side of the truck.

"No-Noah! Give me the keys!" Noah stiffened. This was the worst part about being the "Safe man". When the guys would try to fight him for the keys. Noah wasn't much of a fighter. In fact he didn't fight at all.

The only reason he hadn't been pumbled by the idiots in the past, was because they wee so drunk, as Noah had to do was side step them a few times, and they'd fall over, and he'd help them get up before throwing them into the back of the truck.

He was growing tired of it.

"No. I don't think I will." He said, jumping off the back of the truck, thrusting his hands in his pockets, preparing himself for the worse.

Duncan growled, as he stumbled towards him. "Give em to me, ya sunuvabitch!" Noah took a big step back as Duncan made a lunge for him. The drunken ex-con stumbled, before turning around and trying again. The others cheered him on, as Noah continued to dodge him.

After a few minutes of the same scene, Duncan finally feel over, earning a sigh from Noah. "Drunken fool." He murmured, leaning down to pick Duncan up by his dog collar, causing the teen to gasp and struggle to his feet.

"Everybody in the truck. Party's over." The boys groaned. Grabbing Duncan by his shoulder, Noah navigated him to the front passenger seat, and strapped the idiot in, before making sure Trent, Geoff, and Cody were sitting down in the back.

Jumping in the driver seat, Noah quickly turned on the car, letting beethoven's 5th drift from the radio, as he pulled out of the bar parking lot.

"I can-can't believe she left me! For him!" Duncan moaned, spiitingout the word him like it was a nasty flavor in his mouth. "Jackass! He-He was suppose to-to be my bud!" Noah flinched as Duncan kicked the floor board.

Duncan's glazed eyes darkened, as Noah neared a familiar road. A road he recognized even in his drunken stat. "Turn here!" He growled, earning a raised brow from Noah. "Turn here dammit!" Duncan snapped, trying the grab the wheel from Noah.

Growling, Noah grabbed Duncan's arm before it reached the stearing wheel. Pushing Duncan's hand away, Noah signaled, before quickly turning down a road he knew very well.

He knew where Duncan wanted to go. He knew what was going to happen. And yet he continued driving towards the large white house in his sight.

Coming to a stop, he flinched as he heard Geoff pound on the top of the truck. "Yo! We gonna hava party here, or something?" Noah frowned, as he watched Duncan stumble out of the truck, before slamming the door.

The porch lights came on, and Noah closed his eyes as a familiar form stepped out onto the porch. "Where is she!" Noah heard Duncan yell, as he stumbled across the yard towards his once best friend. "Go home, Duncan. Please." Noah shook his head, before unstrapping himself and stepping out of the car.

He locked eyes with the other man from across the yard. "I'm sorry DJ. You know he would have just tried to drive here if I took him home."

DJ, wearing only a white tank-top and red shorts sighed, as Duncan made it towards the dark skinned man. "Where is she, asshole!" he slurred, as he attempted to square his shoulders.

"She's sleeping Duncan. She doesn't want to see you bro." Duncan let out a dark, high pitched laugh. "Bull shit asshole! She always wants to see me. She loves me." Noah made his way over to the two. Duncan was getting loud. And if they didn't quit him soon, one of the neighbors was probably gonna call the cops.

"Duncan! She's asleep! We can come back tomorrow! lets just go home." Noah growled, as the others in the back of the truck yelled curses and boo's towards DJ and Noah. "Stay outta this pencil dick!" Duncan hollored, pushing Noah away.

"I ain't leavin til I see her!" Duncan stubbornly slurred, as he tried to push past DJ, only to be pushed back by his own weight.

"DJ? What's going on?" Noah felt his stomach drop as Courtney appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a T-shirt two sizes to big for her, and a pair of stripped pajama pants.

DJ turned his head to look at her. "It's ok, Courtney. Go back to sle-" DJ was cut off, as Duncan stumbled past him, and stopped right in front of the door. Courtney's eyes widened.

"Duncan? Wha-What are you-?" Courtney was cut off as Duncan tried to open the door. Seeing her panic, DJ quickly put himself between the door and Duncan.

"Courtney! How could you leave me! For this fucker!" Dunacn hollored, as Courtney's eye's began to water. Noah, finally having enough, grabbed Duncan by the back of his Dog collar. "Enough of this! DJ! I'll talk to you later. Courtney...I'll see you at work." Noah said, looking away from Courtney, as DJ slipped through the door, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry Duncan. But..You did this to yourself when you hurt me." Noah heard Courtney whisper.

Noah, pulling a struggling Duncan, closed his eyes as he threw him into the truck, ignoring his curses and threats, as he called out Courtney's name.

'I'm to old for this.'

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I know. I made Duncan seem...Bad.

But come on people. Think.

Duncan has a record. He's a bad ass. Bad asses usually drink.

And can be proned to violence.

Don't yell at me because everyone wants to write him as the good guy.

He is a good guy. Just not that 'angelic'

ALSO! I'm still gonna work on PS God I Hate You.

I just feel like making some drabbels and random Drama scenes.

Duncan/Courtney fans. Don't kill me.

Noah fans. I hope you enjoyed.