Chapter 2

A/N Sorry for the lateness of this chapter guys! Been working on my other story Mixed Emotions and updating some others.

The guys arrive at the bar, take their seats, then order their drinks. As promised, Mordecai buys Rigby an "Ice On The Rocks" and the night goes on from there.

The night goes on till 12:45, where the effects of the alcohol begin to set in

Mordecai knows how to handle his alcohol so has only drunken 3 beers since they got there and is completely sober.

Muscle Man and Fives downed shot after shot until they both ran out of money to get more, yet they are so drunk from their continuos row of shots.

Skips and Pops shared a small bowel of wedges each topped with bacon and cheese but a few hours later, they are hit with the fumes and are suddenly high.

Rigby is drunk from his continuos domino of "Ice On The Rocks" to which the raccoon was too drunk to have Mordecai buy him another one, so he kept paying for drink after drink, until Mordecai snatched his wallet off him.

Once a beer hits Bensons lips, he wants more. He's hit with the horrid memories of childhood and the only way to drown those thoughts was to drink and get drunk.

"Benson," Mordecai sidles up next to his boss and watches him, his drunk form, "Don't you think you've had enough?"

Bensons eyes narrow as his brain slowly begins to register who exactly is talking to him, "Had enough of what?"

"Of this," he says, motioning to an empty glass bottle.

Benson squints at the bottle, although it is right in front of him, then he looks back at Mordecai, "Oh, yeah," he waves a hand, "Nah, I'm fine Morde-Morde-Mordecai."

Mordecai pushes the bottles away from him, "Come on, lets get you home."

"NO!" Benson snatches the bottle back, then his frown slowly turns to a grin and he begins to giggle, "I'm fine see?" Benson spreads his arms out wide, still laughing.

Mordecai rolls his eyes. In the years he's worked at the park, he's never seen Benson drunk, but he has dealt with Rigby being drunk, so he's sorta used to it.

He looks around and see everyone else stumbling around, taking drinks from the the bottles they're holding, talking to random stranger sitting at another booth, and he sighs. He turns back to Benson.

"Come on Benson. It's time to go home now." He grabs his arm again.

Benson glares at him. "No! I'm staying here." He waves his bottle in front of his face then drinks the rest of the vodka swirling inside.

Mordecai sighs again and stands. He walks over to the guys and with much effort, brings them to the booth Benson is sitting at. Skips collapses in the seat next to Benson and Benson slings an arm around him.

"This guys is so cool." He slurs his words. Skips just wobbles then falls asleep on Bensons shoulder.

Mordecai gently pushes Skips away and holds him there as he sits next to Benson. He lets go of Skips to have his head fall back against the head rest.

"Well, I'm taking the guys home now." Mordecai says to his drunk boss.

"You go do that..." Benson squints his eyes, trying to remember the blue jays name. Mordy!" His eyes light up and he giggles again then takes a swig of an already opened rum.

Mordecai stands and gathers everyone again (which takes longer than expected) then takes everyone over to the booth in a huddle.

"Benson?"

Benson looks over at Mordecai, whos face is beaded with sweat from running around and trying to get everyone.

"Yeah?"

"Come on, we're going now."

"I think I'll stay here."

"But-"

"NO BUTS!" Benson shouts then he giggles again and stands. With his bottle clutched in his hand, he stumbles over to Mordecai." You're sooo cute Mordy."

Mordecai rolls his eyes as he tries to concentrate on making sure the guys don't annoy anyone else at their tables

Without warning, Benson reaches up, pulls Mordecais face towards him, and kisses him. Mordecai pushes Bensons away. He grabs his arm.

"Let's go Benson."

Benson throws his bottle at a wall. "No! I'll walk home."

"But-" Mordecai begins to say, then out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the guys stumbling out the door. He rushes over but as soon as he does, they run out the door and out to the street. "Guys!" He chases after them.

It was 3am when Mordecai finally got everyone and went home. The guys have all crashed upstairs and Mordecai, too exhausted to move, is downstairs but he can't sleep. He's thinking about Benson. Is he alright? Where is he? Mordecai looks at the door, hoping Benson will just burst through and run up to him.

The shrill ring of a phone pulled Mordecai from his muddled thoughts. Shaking his head, he turned his head to the sound, willing his heart to slow as he picked up the phone. He pressed a button and held it up to his ear, his eyes looking out the window.

"Hello?"

"Yes hello, is this The Park?" (so creative :P ) Mordecai didn't recongise the voice but whoever was ringing at this time of night must be in some sort of emergency. The man didn't sound panicked nor scared and this confused Mordecai, but the blue jay was too worried to listen to his tone. He could barely hear the mans voice through the words running through his own mind.

"What if he's been in some sort of accident?"

"Sir?"

"Huh?" Mordecai asked, again bought back to the present.

"Is this The Park?"

Mordecai clutched the phone, not taking his eyes away from the lonely star in the night, praying it was the light from Bensons car about to pull into the parkdriveway. "Yes"

The man hesitates and Mordecais eyes widen. Hesitation is not a good sign. It either means you're lying or you're contemplating whether what you're about to say is the right thing to say aloud.

The grip on the phone is painful in Mordecais hand, but he doesn't let go, as if it's the only thing he has left to hold while he awaits for the mans reply.

"There's been an accident..."

The last thread of hope trails away and that's when Mordecais world crashes down. His body goes numb, the mans words hit him right in the chest. A shiver goes up his spine, his mind goes blank, and the only word he can get out is, "Wh-What?"

"Don't worry sir. An ambulance is on it's way. He's in a very critical condition, but he's still conscious."

The sick rises in his throat and he swallows to keep it down. His gaze drops from the window and on the floor, where he stares down at the carpet. His throat suddenly feels dry.

"Thank you", he choked out.

The phone hung up and finally, it slipped from Mordecais hand. The dull thud of the phone is hardly heard when it landed on the carpet and settled still, the screen flashing its bright light against the ceiling.

Mordecai sat frozen, his eyes slowly moving to the door. He felt a wave of regret momentarily wash over him, but the short wave is enough to make a few tears spill down his cheeks and splash on the cushioned couch.

"This is all my fault"

Once the mans words have sunken in, Mordecai bursts into tears, the guilt hitting him square in the face. His body shakes with sobs.

An idea suddenly come to mind and he stands, wiping the tears away. He races around the house and gathers everything then races out the door and down the street, putting a white lab coat on and a stethoscope around his neck.

I know this chapter is shit but I just wanted to upload something for you guys to know that I haven't abandoned this story.

Oh and if I got the "drunk" part wrong, I'm sorry. I haven't actually seen someone majorly drunk before and I don't write this kind of material in my stories.