Things Happen When A Bunch Of Boys Get Drunk

by SlittingCornorSmores

EVERYBODY'S GOT A RED SOLO CUP FILL IT UP FILL IT UP HEAR THE BEER SPILL ON THE GROUND EVERYBODY'S ALL LIKE SUP YO MAN SUP LETS CATCH UP LETS SMOKE UP LOOK AT HOW MANY DRINKS IVE DOWNED (Okay, but Halloween from Be More Chill seriously describes this story perfectly) ((Rated T because of cursing and some kisskiss action wink wonk))

1. party tiem

Hiii, so this is the prologue to a story that's kind of based off of a roleplay, but not really? The headcannon that modern Les drinks Kool Aid Jammers came from someone on Newsies Amino, but I don't remember who. Anywaaaaysss, enjoy the prologue.

Whenever Davey's parents weren't home, he always tried to be a responsible older brother to Les. But being a conscientious big brother was somewhat of a challenge when Les refused to do his homework and instead chose to drink as many Kool Aid Jammers as humanely possible. Davey sat at the kitchen table, staring at Les's unfinished homework. "Les, this is easy," Davey sighed, looking up at Les, who had his head tilted back and was chugging a Kool Aid Jammer, "you should be able to do this easily."

Les finished off the last of the Kool Aid Jammer and smiled at Davey. "I mean, I would," he said, "but I don't want toooo." He pulled another Kool Aid Jammer out from the fridge and began to down it.

"I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad when they get back," Davey threatened.

Les stopped drinking his liquid diabetes and looked at Davey, then simply shrugged and went back to his juice.

Davey burried his face in his hands. "Lessssss!"

That's when the two brothers heard the door open. Davey got up and ran to see what was going on, only to find Race standing in the doorway with an open cooler full of beer in his arms. "R-race? What are you doing here?" Davey stammered.

"Heard your parents weren't home so I decided to have a Friday night party," Race said, stepping into the Jacobs' house and setting his cooler down. To the brothers' surprise, a tipsy Jack followed Race inside. Jack grinned and took a swig from the beer bottle he was holding. After Jack, the rest of the gang trailed inside. They all were holding bottles of some alcoholic beverage, vodka, tequila, beer, whiskey, whatever they could get their hands on. Except for Crutchie; he carried in a package of bottled water, and he didn't seem tipsy in the slightest. Davey was grateful for at least one sane person in the group.

"We're having a party?" Les asked, looking up at Davey, the excitement clear on his face.

"WHAT?" Davey was thoroughly horrified. "No!"

Race smirked. "Whaddya mean no? You're parents aren't home, and it's Friday night! Your house is the perfect place for a party."

Davey groaned as he watched the rest of the boys pool into his house. It was going to be a long night.

R&R because it makes me smile ;)