(note tense switch, I'm sorry.. it's my weak point xD)
Oh, well. They never seem too mad when I upload one or two days late… I can put it off one more day.
Dan stared into the monitor at the half-edited video. He knew he never uploaded on Thursdays, and barely got to his live shows on time if ever, and his fans expected it of him, too, anyways. At least he always got to Radio 1 on time. Today, since he'd been working on other videos all week, his video probably wouldn't be finished until the early morning. Well, he had no problem staying up until 5 tonight… but he was going to spend it doing something else.

His friend PJ knew how hard he and Phil and a few other youtubers had worked this week, Geek Week, so he'd decided to throw a party. Dan loved the idea of going to see his friends and having a good time, but Phil knew Dan always ended up getting hammered, and thus making him drive home.

When they arrived at the party, PJ's house was dimmed with Christmas lights on, out of season, but quite pretty. The house was already full of people and Phil immediately headed over to Chris and Pj, who were over by the counter with Carrie. Dan followed, and didn't refuse the wine when he was offered. Classy, Phil thought, as the night got later and Dan had another glass.

Dan could be fun when he was intoxicated, and it wasn't like he had a drinking problem, but sometimes Phil thought it was too much to handle, like at that moment for instance. Dan and Phil were sitting with their backs against the wall looking up and chatting, still, with PJ. Phil was crossed-legged and enjoying himself, his best friend sitting next to him with a bottle of beer, now, dangling between his legs from his fingertips.

"Guess you're driving again," said PJ. "What's that? His first beer among 3 glasses of wine?" PJ chucked and Phil smiled back even though he didn't want to admit it.

"Shut up, Peej. Hand me another." Dan laughed up to PJ's judging, but smiling, green eyes.

It wasn't until Dan's head had hit Phil's shoulder when he started to think about how his friend was all fun right up until he decided to go and get drunk. He's so immature sometimes. I mean he's what? 22? Phil stopped himself remembering how Dan was actually quite a bit younger than him. Also, he couldn't go calling Dan immature; Phil was the one who couldn't bring himself to say no. No, Dan. I won't drive your drunken ass home. He tried it out in his head, but it sounded so wrong. So he just sat there, secretly laughing at Dan's warm body leaning against his, half asleep, and thinking about his words thanking Phil for being his best friend the other morning.

It wasn't until 5am Phil worked up the strength to wake Dan from his sleep to drive his drunken ass home.