Chapter 1: Unexpected

I watch the bartender hand another drink to a usual down the bar and continue to take more orders. This is my life right now and I hate every minute of it. What do I do professionally? I am a stripper and I have been for a few months now. The pay is amazing but that isn't enough for me to love what I do. I hate my job. What is worse than hating my job? Apparently I'm one of the top girls in the club. No one prepares you for the assholes that come up to you and constantly hit on you or harass you. All I need to do is look forward to going home after my shift. Nothing better to do than serve drinks in skimpy outfits when I'm not dancing; however it's just a regular work day for me. The music is always the same, loud and shitty.

This wasn't what I wanted in the beginning; it was never my dream. I went to Bar-tending School for a while and believed that it was my dream job to become a bartender. Sad reality is that the whole Bar-tending gig was complete crap. Which ended up in me losing the interest to even become a bartender and my backup plan was to be an artist. Of course that didn't take off and then I tried to peruse singing but I only went as far as taking one class. Although I've tried many things but nothing stuck out to me. When I decided my major in school wasn't working for me, I decided that maybe college wasn't for me. When I decided to tell my parents, let's just say they weren't all too pleased. Eventually I was kicked out of my house because I could not meet their demands to further my education in college. My parents didn't like that I could not decide what to do with my life and basically disowned me. With what money I had left I decided move out to California. Why California? I don't know why I chose to go out so far but I needed to be far away from where my parents were. I wanted to finally be free.

What a joke.

"Hey pretty thing! How much would it be to get a private dance from you?"

I roll my eyes to myself as a man blurts out his question. It takes all my strength to turn back to the man with a smile to tell him in a respectable way that I don't do private dances. I'm asked the same ignorant questions ever night. I don't do private dances after what happened to a former dancer a few months ago. A man paid her for private dance and the man tried to get a little too excited. The man tried to take advantage of the poor girl but he eventually was thrown out on his ass. This job isn't what its all cracked up to be. The movies make it look all 'glamours' but in reality its a shit whole. I get showered with fake compliments from drunken men and occasionally women but I ignore them all. However, there are some people who are pleasant but they are rare to come across in this club.

I make my way toward the bar and ask the bartender to prepare a fresh order of drinks for the new table that strolled in. Before I know it, a drunkard crashes into me and beer spills all over my chest. The beer trickles down my bra and all the drunken men lose their shit. I could only stand there in disbelief as the drunkard apologizes and tries to fondle my breasts because I am wet.

"Hey! No touching!" Ted, one of the security guards yells out.

He rushes toward the man and yanks him away from me. I watch Ted throw the man out of the bar and I quickly go to the back dressing room to change my attire. I let out a heavy tired sigh as I look through the racks of clothing to find what I can change into that is at least tasteful. I step behind the curtain to disrobe from my beer drenched bra.

"Oooh Anna~"

I heard Trixie call out my name, Trixie is one of the newbie strippers that came to work about a month ago. We became friends quickly because she brings life to my job. She is definition of a ditzy blonde but I love having her around. I don't know how I can handle this job without her having my back.

"I'm over here. I got beer dumped on me so I'm changing." I call out to her.

"How'd that happen?"

"Some drunk guy crashed into me, dumped it on me, and tried to grab my boob. All in a day's work, I guess."

"That's terrible!" Trixie pushes the curtain aside.

I look over my shoulder as she waggles her eyebrow at me. "Help me clip the bra?"

"Sure thing!"

After changing into a different black outfit I move to the makeup chair to I fix my makeup. "Aren't you supposed to be working right now, Trix?"

"Don't be such a kill joy. I got a surprise for you." She said as she pulls out a piece of paper from her white lace bra.

"What is that?"

"I have the perfect guy for you. He's a friend of mine and I got his number for you."

I stare at the piece of paper as Trixie slips it across the makeup table. Of course she slipped to me the guy's phone number. Trixie usually gets a handful almost every night. I gave her a look as she smiles at me with her perfect teeth. Trixie is always trying to set me up with guys but I like anyone she sends my way. Most of the time they are drunk guys from the bar that only want a piece of ass or perverts who are too curious about my job. I politely slip the paper back toward her and shake my head with a smile. "No thanks Trix."

"Aww, come on. You got to do something different in your life. Take some chances!" Trixie rolls her eyes as she slips the paper back to me. "Just take it!"

"Whoever it is, is going to be GREATLY disappointed when I never contact them." I roll my eyes and slip it back.

Trixie smiles deviously. "I already told him you'd be contacting him soon. He is really excited to hear from you." She slams her hand on the piece of paper and hands it back to me. "Don't disappoint me because he's a good friend of mine."

I take the piece of paper with a groan and stuff it into my bra. "Fine."

"Uh, uh missy. I want to see you send a text message right now." Trixie shakes her finger in front of my face.

I pout. "You don't trust me"

"No."

I grumble as I pull out the piece of paper and my cellphone from my purse to punch in the unknown number. "Wait, what's the mystery man's name so I can save it?"

She grabbed a tube of lipstick and applied it to her lips, "Not telling."

I typed in 'Mystery Man' on the new contact and save it as Trixie's eyes are glued to my every move. "Hurry up; I'm going to die of old age."

I roll my eyes to open a new text message and begin to type down my message with a groan.

Trixie has given me your number and has instructed me to text you. And if I don't she will make my life a living hell. She won't give me your name either. So thank you mystery man. You better not be a crazed buttstabber.

I press the send button and stare back up at Trixie. "There, it's sent. Now can we go back to work? I think my number is soon and I know for a fact you are up before me."

"Booooo." Trixie smacks her gum. "What are you dancing to tonight?"

"Stay by Zedd, I think. I like the beats in the song and the feel of it." I hold up my lipstick to touch up.

"You'll do an amazing job."

Trixie pushes her hair over her shoulder as she flutters her eyelashes toward the mirror. She does a few poses in the mirror and gives me a wink before she steps out the dressing room. I shake my head with a smile and look down at my phone for a moment before shoving it back into my purse. I didn't think of the text very much after that. My phone remained in my purse and securely tucked in my locked.

The club finally died down completely until closing time. I let out a relieved sigh as the last costumers left the building. All of the girls went to the back room to change out of their costumes and into their regular attire. I rub the back of my neck as I reach my station and unlock my purse to clock out of work. I slip off my wig and scratch my head with a satisfied groan while I carefully place it back on a wig head. I tie my hair into a sloppy bun before Trixie comes over to me.

"Soooo, did he ever text you back?" Trixie asked as we both stepped out of the bar.

"Huh? I don't know. I haven't looked at my phone because we were working?" I reach into my purse to check my phone.

To my surprise it had died.

"Oops."

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I throw my purse on the table as I step inside of my apartment and let out the longest sigh of my life. Work today was the longest and the most annoying. Maybe I should take a shower? I did have beer dumped on me. I slip my hand into my purse and pull out my dead iPhone. I flip open my laptop to boot it up as I kick off my heels and plug in my phone to the outlet. Everything seemed to be so unnervingly quiet. I usually come to my noisy neighbors yelling or having extremely loud sex. I swear these walls are like paper thin. I rip off my clothes before I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower. After a long day a hot shower is always refreshing to relax to. I let the water run down my body as my muscles relax from walking around in heels all night. I lather my hair up with shampoo before rising it off. I turn off the shower and step out to grab a towel from the rail.

Maybe I have some time to watch a youtube video or two before I head to bed. I go to my subscriptions and click on one of the youtubers I watch; Markiplier. I try to watch his videos when I can but work usually takes up most of my time. For some reason, just listening to him talk on his videos helps me relax and wind down. I can't explain why his videos relax me but they do.

My "Hey listen" my Navi text tone goes off and makes me jump. I grab onto my phone and see that I have a few text messages waiting for me.

Trixie managed to give you my number after all? And she forced you to text me? Jeez that must have been hard. Haha, no I'm not a crazed buttstabber.

Just a guy.

I smile to myself and begin to type.

Oh yeah? How can I be so sure? I am texting a random number with no name. How can I even be sure you are really a guy? Or a catfish? By the way, my phone died at work.

I press the send button with a stupid smile on my face and I glance at the clock on the screen. 12:53 am. Shit, I should have waited to send a text later. He might be sleeping already.

I apologize, didn't notice the time!

I click on Markiplier's "Five Nights at Freddy's Compilation" and laugh at all the silly animations. I hear my text tone go off again and grab my phone. He's up this late?

There you are! I thought I scared you off or something. I swear I am not a catfish. I'm a guy, I swear. Don't worry about it. But why are you up so late anyways?

I smile to myself as I look at the text message. Geez, I must have woken him up from sending a text message this late. I think he's being modest and trying to make me feel better about it. I look back to my laptop and click on another horror compilation.

I just got out of work and I'm trying to relax before I hit the hay. And I'm still not convinced you are a guy. Still don't even know your name either.

I send the text message with a smirk on my face and watch a few more videos on YouTube. I hear my text tone go off again and I grab my phone with a smirk as I read the message.

Oh yeah? Trixie did tell me that you both work at a club. Are you a bartender or waitress? Or maybe a bouncer? I am a guy! D :

I can't help but laugh his remark. Wait, he still hasn't given me his name. My finger taps against the screen as I reread the message with a stupid smile on my face. Damn, he's playing hard to get. This is the first time in a while I talked to someone like this. It's been a really long since I have been able to text another human being besides Trixie every now and then. First time in forever I am finally having fun.

Wait, Trixie didn't tell him that we work at a strip club?

I let out a sigh of relief.

Oh yeah, like I can everrrrr be a bouncer. Don't act like I didn't notice you ignoring what I said! Mystery man!

My hand fumbles with my phone and I lean over to my laptop to pause the video.

I apologize; I did not mean to ignore your question. Tell you what. Let's ask each other a series of questions and then If you tell me your name. I'll tell you mine. Well, after the game of course.

I squint at my phone as I bite my lip. Is this guy for real? He wants to play twenty questions so I can get his name? I roll my eyes as I reply to the new message.

Alright I'll play your game. Mr. Jigsaw

This is going to be interesting.

Alright, first round of questions. What do you do on your free time? Do you have a hobby?

I squint again at my cellphone and bite my nail. What do I do on my free time? I never really do anything besides work. Most of my days are at my never ending crappy stripping job and when I do get home I usually crash or go on YouTube. It's been awhile since I had anytime to get back into any of my hobbies before my job. I let out a sigh as I begin to type.

Well I work a lot so I don't have much free time. But when I have a day off I lounge around my apartment on my laptop watching endless YouTube videos. Since I work alot I don't have that much time. And I redirect your questions to you.

I press the send button as I click the play button on my laptop and hear the wimpy screaming of Markiplier's compilation. I tap my finger against my chin as I wait for a text message.

Your life sounds so boring. No offense lol. Me? I play video games, goof around, and edit videos most of the time. What YouTubers do you watch!

I wonder who this guy really is because this is hell of a lot of fun.

I watch Markiplier most of the time. Occasionally others here and there but mostly I just watch Mark. It's because his sense of humor is refreshing to me and I love his charity work. I'm not fawning over him life a fangirl. I just admire what he does for the community that he has built. Its Inspiring really. After a long horrible day at work I watch a video and for some reason it relaxes me. I think I answered your questions enough to know your name Mystery man. Now fess up!

I hear my text tone and my heart races with excitement. I punch in my lock code and my stomach drops.

Wow, that's very touching actually. I'm glad you feel that way. Cause that would be awkward if you hated him 'cause I'm Markiplier.

Wait, what?

The hairs on the back of my neck as I stare at my phone. My heart was racing faster and faster as I continue to stare at the text message. I'm fucking being catfished! I have to be because there's no way in hell that I would be talking to Markiplier right now. No, I must be dreaming. Yeah, that's exactly what happened; I was utterly and completely gullible. I rub my tired eyes and stare up at the blank ceiling of my living room. I wasn't REALLY texting Markiplier right now? I highly doubt that I'm talking to thee Mark Fischbach. What can I expect? I TALKED about Markiplier so much that must be why the mysterious man said he was him. Maybe he thought he could seal the deal with that? I roll my eyes as I start texting my response back to him. I knew this was too good to be true. Damn, I really liked this one.

Ha. Ha. Very funny. Now I know I'm getting catfished. That's for the laughs buddy. I'm gonna go back to reality now.

Yup, I'm sticking to that.

I hear my ringtone go off and I search for my phone, Mystery Man is calling me. My heart is racing as I stare at the caller I.D. I stare back to my laptop at Markiplier's video and try to gather my thoughts quickly.

I press the answer button, "Alright, you had your fun. Ha ha, you can go now."

"Hey, just letting you know that I am indeed a guy." A deep voice answered with a chuckle and my heart jumps. That deep familiar voice. I look at my computer screen and see the paused video on Mark's face.

"And that my name is indeed Mark Fishbach."

"...Fuck off."

"Pardon?" He laughs a bit.

I stand there as I scratch my head dumbfounded. "Okay you have a deep voice, so what? Still doesn't mean you're Markiplier."

That's when the screen to my voice began to beep for FaceTime. Oh dear god no. I take a deep breath before pressing accept and my whole body froze. He wasn't lying because he was looking right at me with a stupid grin on this face.

"Believe me now?" he asks.

Now I'm utterly embarrassed. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to join Bob, Wade, and I on Saturday for Drunk Minecraft. I thought it would be a great idea for us to hangout and maybe get to know each other better instead of guessing on the other side of the phone." He lets out a chuckle and I can't help but smile. "So what do you say?"

"Tomorrow?"

Mark laughed, "Friday is usually followed by Saturday. Which I believe it's tomorrow?"

Markiplier is inviting me to Drunk Minecraft? I never imagined this would ever happen in my life. "Ah, like over Skype? Because where I stay at my internet goes in and out sometimes."

"Would you rather come over to my place? Because you can play here on your laptop with me? That's if you're comfortable with coming over."

My cheeks fluster at the thought of being alone with Markiplier. I wonder how this is going to play out, playing Minecraft with Mark and his friends while getting drunk. Well, it's been awhile since I've done anything fun. "Well, I have officially made myself look like an ass. So, I guess I can accept your offer."

"Deal!" Mark laughed on the other side of the phone.

"What time did you want to come by? So I know when to be ready." I bite my lip as I speak. "I'm going to bring something for Drunk Minecraft. That's if you don't mind me dirtying up your kitchen for a bit."

"Of course I don't mind. Did you see my Baking Simulator video? I made a huge mess filming that opening scene. There was cake batter and hot sauce everywhere. Thank god the rest of the video was just a game because my kitchen would have been a complete mess!"

I could not help but let out a laugh. "I'll dirty the shit out of it, Markiplier! I swear it and make you clean it alllll up,"

"Call me, Mark." He giggles.

"Right." I nod my head. "What is your address? I have to look up the nearest bus route so I can come over. I still don't know how to drive. I take the bus everywhere."

Mark shakes his head. "No, no. I offered so I will be more than happy to come pick you up. I cannot have you take the bus all the way out to me. What kind of gentleman do you think I am? When do you want me to come get you?"

"Come by whenever you can! I'll text you my address." I laugh. "I better not find you outside my apartment stalking me."

"No promises."

"Sorry for keeping you up –"

"Oh yeah! One last thing..." Mark interrupts and clears his throat. "I told you my name but you didn't tell me yours."

Wow, how rude of me.

"My name is Anna."

} * * * {

I don't know what these people do all night but holy crap they are loud. All night the people next door had a party at 3 am till almost 5am. I was only cable to sleep for about three hours, maybe? Who even does that? A loud party followed by extremely loud sex. When I say loud, I mean like it's almost as if you were in the same damn room. Of course it had to happen when I was ready to go to sleep. I rub my tired eyes as I sit up in my bed and I throw the covers off of my legs as I shake my head with a yawn. I take a quick shower and get ready right after. I go through my dresser to pull out a pair of skinny jeans and go into the closet. My fingers trace through the rack of shirts and I stop on the 'M' shirt I got from Mark's livestream a long time ago. I squint at the fabric for a moment, debating whether or not its a good idea to wear this out. Would he think I'm weird? Or would he laugh about it? I shrug my shoulders as I take it off it's hanger before stepping out. I sit at my makeup table to apply my usual makeup, not too little but enough that I like and finish it with setting spray.

Not going to lie but I'm a little nervous about hanging out with Mark. This is going to be the first time ever meeting him in person. I hope I don't make an ass of myself again. Mark was still so nice to me even though I thought he wasn't who he said he was. I'm totally going to get Trixie for this surprise.

My phone rings as I go through my purse. "Hello?"

"Hello Anna, I'm here to pick you up but you never told me what apartment number you live in." Mark fake cries on the other side of the phone. "You hate me don't youuuu?"

"Oh god no. I'll step outside to find you. Just give me a second."

"Oooooh." Mark coos playfully. "I'll wait for my prince to come save me."

"Shut it." I set my phone to speaker as I open the front door and I see Mark standing down the hallway with his back is towards me. I slowly make my way towards him to tap his shoulder lightly. Mark jumps before he turns to see me standing there with a smirk.

"Jesus, you scared me." Mark laughs with a smile on his face.

"I got to keep you on your toes, right?"

"No hello? Or a hug?" he playfully pouts.

I shake my head with a laugh while I go in for a hug. Wow, he smells nice. His arms gently wrap around me in a sincere hug. We only hugged for a moment but it felt like forever. "Goof."

"You know it."

I was the first to pull away and bashfully push a strain of hair behind my ear. "Give me a few minutes to finish getting things ready."

"Oh, I have to ask you a question!" he calls out. "Since we're going to be drinking and I'm going to be driving, would you mind crashing at my place tonight? I don't want to risk anything by driving buzzed. That alright with you?"

I shake my head with a smile. What a gentleman.

"Of course." My heart races. "Give me 10 minutes now to pack my shit."

"Need help?" He calls out again.

I step out of my room, "Not if you want to be going through my underwear drawer."

"...Well."

We both laugh together and I smack him in the back of the head. "Pervert."

} * * * {

We make our way to Mark's apartment after a long car ride full of endless jokes and teasing. He is exactly as full of energy as he is in his videos. He's really something special. I smile to myself I peel away the plastic wrapping of the Fire Ball soaked gummy bears I prepared the night before. I pick out a red one for a taste, fireball and tequila all absorbed in a gummy bear. With a satisfied grunt I re-wrap the plastic over the bowl and pat myself on the back for a good well done. Mark is never going to expect I made these. I'm glad I have the day off of work because I usually don't have time for myself. I'm not just excited because he's "Markiplier", it's because so far he's been really great. I giddily mix together monster with Smirnoff Ice and I hear something behind me. I turn my head to see Mark coming into the kitchen and I stop him before he sees anything.

"No no! Get back in your cave! I'm working right now." I shoo him away.

His mouth drops with a laugh, "I'm being banished from my own kitchen?"

"Yes! Now go, go!"

Mark pouts at me and walks back to his room, before he disappears he shouts out. "I was a bartender before! I know how these things work."

"Shut uuuuuup."

I can hear his laugh from the kitchen and it makes me smile. It is so relaxing to be here, in Mark's house and making drinks. I shake my head with smile and hear Mark call out. "Aye, we're gonna be starting soon! Do you want me to set up your laptop while you make drinks? I don't mind."

"Go ahead. My account and password as on a sticky note on my laptop." I shout back as I fix mixing the drinks. I grab the bowl of fireball soaked gummy bears and take it to the room. I see Mark typing in my info while looking at the sticky note. "Having trouble?"

He jumps after hearing my voice. "Holy balls! You scared the crap outta me. You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." I laugh and look around the room. "Where do you want me to sit?"

"Where are you going to sit?! Next to me of course! Let me grab a chair." He pauses for a moment and looks for a chair, successfully finding a comfortable chair in a second. Mark set it next to his and gently set up my laptop to the side. "There we go!"

I go ahead and set up the drinks next to where we are going to be seated. Mark sits down in his chair and pats the one next to him. I sit down shyly as he hands me a headset. He looks over at the bowl of gummy bears and stares back at me. "Gummy bears?"

"You'll see."

He logs into my account and his face lights up, "Ooooh how adorable~!"

"What?"

He turns to me with a cute face, "Your avatar is sooooo cute."

I roll my eyes at him with a laugh. "Oh shut up."

"Wait, do you have a YouTube account? I never got to ask that." Mark turned his attention towards me and I froze for a moment.

"Yeah its BiitchySenpai but it's just a standard account for subscribing. Never really thought about making a video. I don't know. Never had the time because of my job.

An incoming call from Bob, Wade, and Zombie come on the screen, making me ever so nervous. Mark presses the answer button and greets them while I stare away from the screen.

"Helllllo everyone." Mark waves at the webcam. "Ready for some Drunk Minecraft?"

"Hell yeah." Wade chimed.

"Don't crash the server again." Zombie added.

"Wait, who's your friend Mark?" Bob asked.

Mark pulled my chair close to his and wrapped his arm around me. "An awesome lady I've recently met. I asked her to tag along with drunk Minecraft."

"Nice to meet you all, I'm Anna." I blushed as Mark unwraps his arm around me with a laugh.

"Alright let's start recording then!"

Mark continued to test out his mic as well as my headset piece. With a huge smile on his face he pressed the record button. "Helllllo everybody. My name is Markiplier and Welcome to Drunk Minecraft. Here with me is Bob, Wade, Zombie and a special guess. THIS SASSY WOMAN BiitchySenpai. Say hello~"

"Hey everyone!" I waved at the webcam.

He slaps my leg with an enthusiastic laugh. "Alright, as a tradition, what are we all drinking today?"

"I'm drinking beer today." Wade held up his beer.

"Rum of course." Bob chimed in.

"Anna has been working in my kitchen all day-" Mark pauses to turn to me with a smile and laughs a bit. "Wow that sounds really bad. Well, anyways, she has created some awesome drinks for us today. What did you create?"

I held up the bowl of gummy bears, "I infused Fire Ball and vodka to make a Spicy Fire Ball gummy liquor bears. I used Fire ball because I know Mark likes it. And I just mixed monster and Smirnoff ice together. Personally, I don't like to taste the alcohol so I improvised. Don't worry. You'll get drunk."

"So that's why you brought gummy bears!" I scooped a spoon into the gummy bears and cupped my other hand so they won't fall out for Mark to taste. He opened his mouth and took in the gummy bears. He chews as be makes a face and rolls his eyes. "Wow these are amazing and fucking strong. Holy cow! Be jealous guys!"

The night continues on with a lot of drunken slurs and laughs. It has been an amazing night. I don't get to do stuff like this that often. Throughout the game I would glance over to take a peek at Mark, just to see his gorgeous smile. Never in a million years did I think I would ever get to meet Mark and actually hangout with him. It's a nice change of pace for me. He must think I'm weird just staring at him. Maybe I should get back to the game.

Yeah, I'll do that.

I walk my character with Mark as he yells at Wade. I watched as they both bicker on and on about what they need to do. Bob and I managed to gather material while the others goofed off. We both were able to create a canon while they ran around yelling. They were trying to sabotage each others cannons. Mark was trying to align a line of dynamite around his fort but Wade manages to out smart him.

"Quit it Wade!" Mark yelled as Wade kept breaking down the dynamite he planted.

I couldn't stop laughing, "Hey Mark."

"Whaaaaat?"

His character turns to me and I shot him with an arrow. We all start laughing as Mark freaks out. "How could youuuuu!? I thought we had a great foundation of a friendshippppp!"

"Oooh shut it!" I shove gummy bears into his mouth.

"Mmmph!" He glares as me with a muffled giggle. He eats the gummy bears and wipes his mouth with a chuckle. "You're lucky you're cute!"

"Ooooh Markimoo stop it you are swooning me~" I dramatically fan myself. Mark smashes gummy bears in my mouth.

We all continued to play for a few more hours. Mark was so drunk but not as bad as Wade, he was a drunken hot mess. We could not stop laughing at the many weird stories that were coming out of Wade's drunk mouth. We managed film a three part video of Mark's Minecraft session. Time flew by so fast and I was having so much fun with the boys.

Shame it has to come to an end sometime.

"Thank you all for watching our drunkenness." Mark finishes the rest of the Gummy bears and pushes his cheek against mine with a drunken laugh. "And as always, I will see you in the next video! BA-BYEEEEEE~!"

Mark ends the recording and chatted away with the guys while I take the dishes to the kitchen. I start to clean the bowl and cups as I hear Mark laughing in the other room. Wow, I'm so buzzed right now and I really need to sober up before I get sick. I look up at the clock but the numbers look all jumbled up together, I squint to make it better. Although it did not make it any better with being drunk and all. I search for bread in Mark's kitchen, hoping he does not mind me eating his food.

"Heeeeeeeeeeey, where'd you run off to?" Mark calls out.

"In the kitchennnn~!" I laugh.

Mark comes to the kitchen and stumbles in as he sees me munching on a piece of bread. He smiles at me as he lets out a chuckle. "Whatcha doing?"

"I'm trying to sober up because I don't want a hangover in the morning." I point out as I hand him piece of bread. "Here, you need one too. I don't want you to get sick."

He took the bread hesitantly, "We both ate those gummy bears and other crap that had a lot of alcohol in them. I doubt we'll NOT have a hangover. I usually don't even drink that much either."

"What are you suggesting?"

"The night is still young!" Mark slurs and gently takes my hand. "Who says we have to stop having fun? Plus we're having a sleep over, right?"

"Are you sure? Its getting late."

"Pfffft." He slurs. "Let's play some more videogames, yeah?"

"Alright." I laugh as he pulls me back into his computer room. "Let's play I am Bread ."

"NO." Mark glared.