Oh. My. Gosh. Worked really hard on this chapter, and added a few suspicious things to my Google history, as I don't know about… Well, you'll see. Anyways, the bulk of the idea for this goes to UniqueBeing. Thank you so much, hope this makes you happy! And this chapter is also to Queenkhs, one of my best motivators!
Yes, it may be hard to believe, but a pants splitting awesome dance party was only the beginning. It may have been the most wild in terms of action, but soon after a few of the other guys tried to dance, the party moved over to the pool and poker tables. Roach was taking the compliments he got from his dancing courteously, but when Alison told him how great he was, he smiled probably wider than he ever had before. "Roach, that was awesome! How did you do that?" Roach shrugged, not paying much attention to the others as the wrestled for the deck of cards. "It's not that hard. I took a class a while back, and that happened to be one of the songs we did a routine to, I guess you could say." Her mouth formed a stunned 'o' and it looked like she was going to say something more, but that was when the game officially commenced. Roach looked at his cards, and knew he had no chance, and knew that he could never bluff. Well, he was right in that, but in the end it was Alison who won. Roach laughed. " I never knew that a thirteen year old could beat Royce at poker." This was true. Next to Ghost, Royce was one of the best that they had. Yet, Alison beat him. His face looked steamy and red, probably from both anger and embarrassment. Alison shrugged sheepishly. "Hey, he's the one who taught me. Thanks Royce!" The man just shook his head, and muttered something about not teaching her that good, but it was soon interrupted by Rook, who suggested a Call of Duty tournament. No one in the task force disagreed, so they pulled the couch back in front of the TV. Alison ran up and started the Xbox right away, grabbing a controller and sitting down on the couch. "So, who's first?" she asked, cracking a few knuckles. Archer jumped onto the couch beside her and grabbed a controller of his own, and they began the first round.
-Two hours later-
A large groan went up from all of the men as the screen read "Victory" for Alison. She only laughed as Toad miserably set the controller down. Roach smiled, shaking his head. Toad was the best they had, and she had just whooped his ass. He put up a few various protests, but Roach knew that Alison was that good. She yawned, and set down her controller also. Roach watched her walk up to him, still yawning. "Hey, Roach, I'm not tired yet, but I am hungry. Can we get some food, or a drink?" Roach nodded, noticing the other men had a look on their faces that said they were itching for beer or liquor of some sort. Roach knew that earlier he had vowed to break them away from the bottles, but this was such a victory tonight, they had earned it. Roach turned towards the door so he could go to the kitchen, and yelled to Rocket "Hey, Rocket, get everyone some drinks! Make sure you get something for Alison too!" Roach felt something in the back of his head that wanted to add 'make sure it's something like water!' but, Rocket knew she was only thirteen. There wouldn't be a problem, he was sure of it. Well, something in the back of his mind said "well, are you sure?"
Roach was surprised to find that in the kitchen the cooks were already preparing some kind of party platters. They had large dishes stacked high with crackers, dips, chips, other snack type foods. He decided to spend a few minutes helping them finish up with the dishes before carrying them back to the group in the rec room. Rocket had gotten all the drinks, or so he heard, and was pretty confident that the voice in the back of his head was wrong. He had to use both hands to juggle the large platters into the rec room. He made a beeline for the group of guys, all crowded around the flimsy card table, for two reasons. The first being to set the heavy food laden plates down, and the other to see just what was going on. He shouldered his was through, and set the plates down. What he saw though, made him sure that he would have dropped them had he been holding them. Alison was sitting in one of the chairs, Rocket to one side and Worm to the other. In front of her were three plastic cups, each filled with a brown liquid. Roach knew that it was beer, but to his dismay, there were already two empty cups lined up beside the others. Alison had a sour look on her face, and according to the noise, they were cheering her on to drink another. Roach felt the anger bubble up inside of him as if he were a volcano, the red hot rage sweeping from his toes to his head. If this was a cartoon, there would have been steam coming out of his ever reddening ears. Eventually, his throat found the strength to hoarsely scream "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Most of the noise stopped, eyes drawing towards him. Alison's eyes were as big as dinner plates, seeming as if they would pop from her head. The thing was, it wasn't Alison he was mad at. He was sure she was the victim of one trick or another, or possibly just been bullied into it by a whole bunch of guys. He glowered at Rocket. "What is this?" The man's eyes followed in suite to Alison's, and he only scratched the back of his head and cast his eyes to the side. Roach growled, and turned to Alison. "Alison? What is this?" She shrugged, the look on her face telling Roach she knew something was wrong, but was kind of being a teenager-being rebellious. "Well, Rocket came over here, and said that one of these had coke in it. He said if I found the coke, he would give me the rest of the can. I shoulda guessed what the others would be, and I did, but I didn't care… Sorry." Roach pinched the bridge of his nose in a sudden, paranoid motherly moment. Then he turned his gaze back on Rocket. "You. Are. The. Most. Stupid. Human. Being. That. Has. Ever. Lived." Roach articulated each word carefully, staring Rocket straight in the face as he did so. The man rubbed the back of his neck nervously with one hand, mumbling softly. "Well, I thought it would be kinda funny…" Roach exploded. "KIND OF FUNNY? WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT GIVING A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD BEER IS FUNNY? HOW COULD YOU BE SO GODAMN STUPID?" Rocket mumbled again. Roach took a deep breath, trying to calm down his red face. After a moment, he turned to Alison. "Alison, are you alright? Do you feel funny or anything?" She shook her head. "No, I feel fine. But there is one thing I don't understand…" "What is it?" "How you guys drink that stuff all the God damn time! It tastes awful!"
After the little 'beer incident' things settled down as the men set their eyes like hungry animals on the plates of food, and set down to snacking, pool, and more Call of Duty. It turned out, though Alison was quite the master at both COD and poker, pool seemed to trip her up. She couldn't hold the cue quite right, and Roach desperately tried to explain to her that you don't want the white ball to go in. "But it's a ball! Isn't the point of this to get a ball in a pocket?" Roach could only try in vain to convince her. Eventually she, in frustration, threw the cue at Worm, and it hit him right in his side. He cried out as soon as it hit him, and he jumped, surprised. When he found out who threw it, he could only give a simmering glare. Roach realized that Alison being who she was basically put a protective coating around her. He felt a tug on his sleeve. "Come on Roach. I want to try my luck at the foosball table." Roach relented, and they went over to join Archer and Toad, who were already engrossed in the game. Roach settled down next to Alison, who was smiling. Roach felt a smile creep up on his own face. He was making her happy, which was all that mattered at this point.
About half an hour later, Alison turned to him. "Hey, Roach, I'm thirsty again. Can you get something to drink, this time without the 'you have to find the coke' catch? You know what, maybe just some water would be good." Roach nodded, and walked over to Rook. "Hey, Rook, could you get Alison some water?" The man nodded. Roach didn't know why he asked Rook to do it. He should have done it himself, but he had a sudden feeling of laziness sweep over him. He hadn't been drinking or smoking, as many of the others had. He wanted to stay sober to a point for Alison. A few moments later Rook appeared with a cup in hand filled with a clear liquid. Roach smiled. Finally, someone who could get something right. He thanked Rook briefly, then handed the cup to Alison. "Here you go. Something that you can drink." She smiled. "Thanks." And Roach continued to play as she took a small break to rehydrate. She rejoined him a few seconds later, smiling, and throwing the empty cup aside. "Let's play." Roach smiled, and they restarted the game of foosball they had begun earlier.
It was only a small while later that another dance party was suggested. Of course, it had stopped mostly after Roach's show stopping break dancing, but there were still a few guys who wanted their chance. Archer was supposed to do a mean shuffle, while Meat could kill it with the robot. They pushed the couches aside, and they all formed a circle around the open space. The music was started up again, and the dancing began. Toad went first, with a less impressive act of his own. Most people were all yelling or fist pumping, and Roach noticed that he was one of the only ones not participating in that. So, what else would he do but join? Roach put his fist into the air and started following in suite with his neighbor, putting his fist into the air and going with the beat of the music. Alison was on his left, doing the exact thing, jumping sometimes too. Meat's song ended, and cheers rippled through the crowd. Suddenly, he felt Alison lean up against him. He looked down at her, as she righted herself, and shook her head. "Anything wrong?" He asked, concerned, seeing her sway for a moment. She shook her head again, as if she had a fog surrounding her head. He frowned, his voice taking on a concerned tone. "No, you don't look alright…" She mumbled something, then seemed to rasp out "Can we sit down?..." Roach felt his eyebrows furrow. "Sure…" He turned her away from the crowd, and started to help her towards the nearest couch. She tripped a few times, to the point where Roach put his arms on her shoulders to keep her righted. When they did get to the couch, she collapsed. Roach sat down next to her. He figured the first step to finding out what was wrong would be to ask her. "Hey, Alison, you don't look good. How do you feel?" She shook her head. "Dunno… Feel.. fine Iguss…" Roach bit a lip. Her words were beginning to slur together. "Are you sure?" She shook her head. "Naw, feels like everything is spinning… Its foggy… I'm sooo pretty. Roach, you look smexy…" Roach felt his eyes grow wide for a moment, and it took him another moment to piece it together. Slurred words, blurred vision, tipsy, at the least, and saying odd things. No other conclusion came to him-Alison was drunk.
Roach turned to her again. "Hey, uh, Alison, did you drink anything funny other than the water?" She shook her head. "Nu, but th' wat'r did taste kinda fun'y" Roach groaned. Rook could have gotten her some kind of liquor that looked like water, and she had drank all of it. Why she hadn't shown any sign of it till now was a mystery, but Roach knew that he had to do something. "Um, okay, you know what, how about we go sit down, or you go to bed, or see if Doc can get you something…" In saying this, Roach really did hope that Doc had something for this. He didn't want her to spend tomorrow with a killer hangover or anything. 'hell' he thought to himself. 'She's thirteen. She shouldn't have to worry, or me worry for her, about getting a hangover' he shook his head, and snapped back to reality. Alison was leaned up against him, and was shaking a bit. She didn't seem to notice. She spoke in a raspy, slurred tone. "Roach… You lookin' hot…" Roach decided then it was vital to get her to Doc. He scooped her up in his arms, not wanting her to trip or stumble and get hurt, and went straight to the infirmary while the whole time she was slurring about him being hotter than Ghost and Archer combined, and then going on to compliment herself.
Roach got to the infirmary quickly, and had to go in and talk to Doc. The good man was still mad at him for his stunt with dancing earlier, but in seeing Alison he seemed more than happy to help. He laid her down on a bed, and slowly began to check her over. "She is very, very drunk Roach. How, may I ask?" Roach rubbed his head, gently pushing Alison back on the bed as she reached up to give him a hug. "It's a long story. Just, how can we make her better?" Roach fidgeted as the doctor shrugged. "I don't know. She seems to be taking it very well, considering how much you told me she drank. It'll just have to work its course, and we can pray." Just as he finished saying this, Alison muttered "Gonna' be sick…" Roach jumped back, panicking, but Doc was ready. He grabbed a basin nearby, and Roach could only wince as Alison got sick. When all was said and done though, she looked a little bit better. "Mrghm…" She muttered, laying back on the pillows. "Feel better. Sleepy. Gonna go'ta sleep. Wanna gota sleep too Roach?" Roach only smiled sadly and shook his head. "Just get some rest." He gently petted her head until she fell asleep in the hospital bed, then carried her back to the room and laid her on the cot, then watched her sleep into the late hours of the night, even after the others had gone to bed.
Now, I don't know what its like to get drunk, so I had to look it up… I know I am sure I got it wrong, but I hope you like it! GTG, sorry! Love you all! : )