A/N: Halloween party themed drabble! I have this image in my mind of all of them drunk, so I tried to relay that a bit. Hope you enjoy.
Beck stumbled. He wasn't drunk, just slightly buzzed…he was also dressed as a pirate. Stupid eye patch, messing with his depth perception
Halloween weekend was in full tilt at Cat's house, which was a parent-free zone for tonight. Witness to his minor slip up, a ladybug-costumed Cat was giggling uncontrollably, and Tori – looking like she was about to lose her Breakfast at Tiffany's tiara – let out a short shriek of laughter, sloshing some of her drink down her front.
Beck waved a hand at them dismissively and steadied himself on the side of the couch. He wouldn't call himself a lightweight, but then again he'd only had three beers. Now Jade, Jade could drink like a fish. She was probably feeling pretty good herself by now. She'd taken a lot of shots with the girls, and drained quite a few red plastic cups. He rubbed his head. Come to think of it…he hadn't seen Jade in a while. Usually by this point in a party she'd be raggedly whispering into his ear, telling him all the things she would do to him if they could only go upstairs to be alone. Upstairs – maybe she'd gone upstairs to get out of her costume. She'd been complaining all night about how uncomfortable all that leather was making her.
Making his way past a sombrero-clad Andre, who was curled up on the landing with a girl from their acting class, Beck tried to steady his footing. At the top of the stairs, Beck stood still and squinted into the darkness.
"Jade?" he called, unsure. He listened; all he could hear was muffled laughter and music from downstairs. He moved to what he remembered to be the bathroom door, and knocked gingerly. "Jade?" he repeated. The reply was a weak wretching sound, then silence. Beck opened the door a crack, then a little more, until he could peer around.
Jade, or rather Jade dressed as Edward Scissorhands, was kneeling stiffly on the bathroom floor, her scissor clad hands held out awkwardly to the sides of the toilet, as if she'd been trying to grip onto the porcelain. Beck squatted next to her.
"You okay babe?"
She nodded, while looking frustrated. "I got puke in my hair." She attempted to use one of her scissor blades to push a damp lock of hair from where it stuck to her chin. It wasn't very effective.
Leaning towards her, Beck pushed her hair back and pulled all of it into a twist at the base of her neck, and then he undid the Velcro strips that attached her scissor hands to her sleeves.
"Still feel sick?" he asked, sitting back against the wall next to her, and putting the scissor hands aside.
Jade shook her head. "I might if I stay in this bathroom any longer. I mean, pink bunny shower curtains? Really?" she scoffed. "Help me up, please."
Beck shrugged. "Did you expect anything less of Cat?" He got to his feet and pulled Jade up with him. Her leather outfit squeaked comically.
"You know," he joked, putting an arm around her as she seemed unsteady, "if you didn't smell like tequila and vomit I might give you some other reasons why you should get out of that costume."
Jade gave him a look, but then shrugged. It was true. "Yeah, I know I don't exactly smell like a daisy. And my head is still spinning. Great."
"Come on, let's go lie down. No messing around, just sleeping this off." Beck urged, guiding her toward the nearest bedroom.
Jade gave him a silly grin; clearly the alcohol was still affecting her. "Too bad," romantic as ever, she lamented, "I've always wanted to do it with a pirate."
