Dan tried his best to shove through the thick crowd again, which was not an easy task the second time either. Even with his tallness, he felt small compared to the other people having a good time while he was trying to get away. However, as soon as he saw the bartender, he felt more at ease knowing that he can have to choice the drink the night away if he wanted to. He pushed that choice to the side for the moment and pushed himself onto the pleather barstool and waited for the bartender to come by.

After a while, Dan finally caught the eye of the barkeep, and he slowly made his way to the chestnut haired being.

"So, what can I getcha?"

"I'll take a couple tequila shots please." Dan stated dejectedly.

"Do you want to start a tab or just pay me right now?"

Just before Dan was about to say anything, a hand reached in front of Dan and a voice behind him said, "No need, the drink is on me."

Dan's mouth gaped open as he looked at the face of the familiar voice and his demeanor brightened a little bit as the man sat down in the stool next to him.

"Well what the heck brings you to a club like this, PJ?"

PJ smirked at Dan and answered, "Chris called me up and asked for me to come. Said we were gonna have a 'grand ol' time'." And motioned to Chris, who was on his phone in the middle of the dance floor. "But never mind me, what are you here for? Surely you must've brought Phil here too?"

Dan laughed bitterly as the bartender came back with the multiple shots, to which Dan immediately threw one down his burning throat, PJ watching confusingly.

After the drink shoved its way down Dan's throat, he cleared his throat and answered, "Yea I just came for the drinks."

"Dan," PJ stated as he shook his head. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Well," Dan started, "We came here because Phil's high school friend called him up for his birthday and asked if he wanted to come downtown to this club for the party. Phil, of course, brought me along with him even though I didn't want to come willingly." Dan took another shot, clearing his throat harsher this time, "So we get down here and his friend, Ian, was taking shots and was already getting too comfy with Phil, and then Phil said that I was a great friend. That's such bullshit, did he not think that I wanted to clearly be labeled as his boyfriend? I mean, we've been together for almost a year now! Did he not think to mention that?"

PJ, trying hard not making a big scene that Dan basically just told him that they were an item, shook his head again and said, "Dan, youre such a paranoid girl sometimes."

Dan made a raspberry sound with his lips. "PJ, what the heck are you talking about?"

PJ ran his hand over his face, sighing deeply before clearing his throat and tried again to make his point clear.

"Dan, you're one of my best friends, but sometimes you can be a drama queen. Of course Phil knows you're his boyfriend! It's stupid to think he would not say you were his boyfriend because he didn't love you! That's almost so stupid I just want to smack you. But hey, all you have to do is tell Phil your issue and he'll be okay and tell Ian, Hell, he might even laugh about it! The point is you are paranoid and Phil likes you. That's not gonna change. Especially you being paranoid."

Dan drew circles on the edge of his shot glass, head down in thought now. After a bit of thinking, Dan gulped down 2 more shots for good luck and stumbled out of the stool, grabbing PJ's shoulders, which caused PJ's face to twist into confusion and worry.

"Thank you. Im gonna go find him right now." And quickly turned around on his heels. Due to his slight (not really slight anymore) intoxication, Dan's body shifted to the side and tripped on the stool beside him, causing him to fall face first onto the club floor. PJ just sat on his stool, hands covering his face again. As soon as he realized Dan wasn't going to get on his own, PJ got up and pulled on Dan's arms to get him standing on two feet again.

"Maybe not right now. Do you want me to tell him for you?"

Dan just shook his hand and mumbled something incoherently under his breath something that sounded like 'No' and 'I have to…' and a couple other words PJ couldn't decipher. Even with his attempt to get Dan back to the bar to sit it out, Dan easily shoved his way through PJ's arms and towards the back to where Phil was sitting with impressive maneuvering skills through the still busy crowd.

PJ watched in defeat, running his hands through his hair. That's when Chris decided to come over, a drink in hand, and propped his elbow onto PJ's taller shoulder as best he could.

"So what was that all about?" Chris asked after taking a long drink through his glass.

"Well Dan is basically going to embarrass himself in front of Phil and his old high school friend by telling him either how much he loves him or the opposite. And he also may or may not pee his pants because of all those drinks he had."

Chris just stared at the back of the room and muttered, "Oh." Before taking another drink.

"Well come and dance with me! You can't be moping on whether Dan is going to embarrass himself or not. He basically does that every time he goes to a party. Then it's a good story to tell!" Chris shouted as he offered his hand out to PJ, smirking greatly.

PJ, even though he clearly didn't agree with Chris, decided to take his hand and was led out to the middle of the obnoxious crowd once again.

Woah another chapter? At this rate, I might actually finish a story! Anyway, as usual, R&R, blah blah blah thanks for reading lovlies :3