Here's part 2 of the New Year's Eve double upload! so if you didn't read part one, go back and read it! That done? No? Don't make me sick Tex on you. That got you to go back? Ok. Since you read that now you can enjoy the holiday special! Enjoy!
Colorado snapped awake as his door slid open. He lunged for the pistol by his most recently acquired alarm clock on the end table. The safety clicked off as he aimed and realized it was just the other Leaderboards crowding around his door.
"Get up! We're starting the New Year's Eve party!" Wash yelled. Colorado glared at all of them in their sweats and pajama clothes.
"It's 0600. Unless there's a mission or we're being shot at I'm going back to bed." Colorado growled. He flicked the safety back on and tossed the gun back to his nightstand.
"What's up with the crowd? You're in the way of the toilet. If I don't get through I'm taking my morning leak in one of your rooms." Monty yawned. The other five new recruits started to pile into the blocked up hallway.
"Did someone TP Colorado's room!? I wanna see!" Mitch called, trying to force his way through the crowd.
"Colorado get your ass up. I have no problem kicking your ass on a holiday." Tex growled. He wasn't sure if she was serious or not, but decided it wasn't worth the risk. He grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed.
"Wow, no modesty from you is there." South snickered.
"What're you talking about?" Colorado asked, and then noticed the gawking faces of the recruits at his plasma scarred body. He scowled at the recruits and pulled on his standard black shirt and some grey sweats.
"What are all those scars from?" Hawaii asked. Even covered the recruits still didn't break their gaze from where the scars were.
"I don't feel like going into it. If you're really that curious get your hands on my file; these clowns did." Colorado growled, only half joking.
"We said we were sorry about it !"
"I know. So what's this wonderful party you've got setup." Wash lead the group out of the hallway, with only a small pile up happening in the door out of Colorado's room as multiple people tried to use it at the same time, and then down to one of the large, empty storage bays towards the bottom of the Mother of Invention. Colorado looked around the room. The couches and recliners from the Rec room had been moved down, and the room was covered in decorations. He saw the crates of Covenant tech he and Tex had recovered under a white cloth with a huge variety of food and drinks laid out on top. He scowled at the thought of that mission; how weak he must have looked to Tex.
"So what's the plan for this party? Since I remember you explaining that the point of New Year's happens at midnight."
"We are going to have a zombie marathon! And play the headshot game!" York cheered.
"Every time in the movies and shows we watch a zombie gets killed by a headshot on the first hit it takes someone takes a shot. After they take a shot the next one goes to the person next to them, and so on until everyone's had a shot and it restarts." North explained before Colorado could ask.
"Why? That sounds like no fun at all."
"You'll see. We've got video cameras set up so we can watch the madness tomorrow. If any of us feel up to getting out of bed." Wash said. Colorado shrugged as everyone started sitting down in their most recently established 'usual' areas. C.T. and Wyoming cuddling on a loveseat together, North and South sitting on a couch together and going back and forth moving so their legs were on top of the others, Carolina sat on Mitch's lap in a recliner, Wash and Maine sat on opposite sides of the second couch with Wash on the side closest to Newb's recliner, which was next to all the other new recruits' recliners. Tex had her own recliner on the other side of the mass of furniture, away from the recruits. Colorado sat down on the third and final couch after York.
Six movies in the party had reached insane. A massive food fight had erupted, covering most of the room in chips, globs of dip, and various other party snacks. Carolina and Mitch had started making out two movies back, and everyone besides Colorado and Tex were wasted. The former two were only moderately buzzed.
"I'm surprised you aren't passed out drunk! This being your first time and all." Tex laughed.
"Must be the Spartan thing. Shit still tastes like…well, shit." Colorado started laughing.
"Don't go into the hospital you dumb broad!" Colorado yelled, startling York into throwing his cup of beer all over North and South.
"Son of a bitch!" South growled, which went unheard as everyone else (save Colorado) yelled, "PARTY FOUL!"
"My beer!" York cried.
"I told her not to go in there! Now the zombies munching on her face." Colorado said.
By the time the ball was about to drop in New York back on Earth even Tex and Colorado were in full inebriation, and everyone else had passed out.
"Time to fuck with the ass-hats!" Tex giggled. She pulled out a sharpie and started writing on everyone's faces, except for York.
"Dammit! Smart bastard…" She muttered.
"Whut?" Colorado asked from drunkenly starring at the news feed.
"He took his shoes off! That means he's sleeping, not passed out. You can't fuck with someone when they're sleeping, only passed out." Tex whispered. She sighed and put the sharpie away, before she went to wake everyone up for the countdown. She stifled laughter as she saw Colorado hurriedly checking to take his own shoes off.
"Now coming to you live from New York for the ball drop…"An announcer's voice blared over the TV.
"Who said my name!?" York looked around. Colorado looked around confused as everyone started counting and the TV showed a ball sliding down a pole, and then it stopped as everyone in the room yelled, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Colorado awoke with a groan to something struggling beneath him. He moaned, bringing his hands up to rub his temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache.
"Colorado! Get off! Please!" a voice whispered. Colorado looked down, suddenly realizing he was passed out on- and possibly crushing- York. He sat up, wincing from his headache at the movement, and glared at York's whispered thanks. The whole room gradually started to rouse, everyone groaning and complaining about sore heads and other muscles from awkward sleeping locations. Wash gingerly got up and plugged in the cameras from the video of the night before, fast forwarding through most of the footage till where Colorado became obviously drunk. He checked the time stamp in the corner.
"Damn. 2106, Maine wins." He groaned. Maine growled triumphantly, the room wincing in pain at the noise.
"That's right. Pay up." Sigma appeared and interpreted, receiving even more winces at the disturbing echo from his voice. If Colorado wasn't in so much pain and didn't know any better, he would've thought he saw the AI smirk.
Alrighty, hope you enjoyed! Be sure to read and review, and/or PM me with any and everything you wish to say pertaining to the story. I've had a lot of requests for more Tex, so I'll be involving her more, and this was just the start of it. Anyway, Happy New Year's Eve! I'll try (and probably will succeed) at uploading another chapter or two tomorrow for the holiday, but it/they won't be holiday specials.