Silver swallowed as the two more dominant males' sat down opposite from them, looking round at each of the players Morty spun the bottle before sitting back and watching it. Silver cursed as it landed on him. Falkner grinned and slapped him on the back jovially, grimacing Silver just knew he wouldn't make it out alive and was inwardly cursing out every deity known to man for bestowing their shitty luck on him.

"So Silver, truth or dare?"

Silver was just about to choose truth when Gold cut over him a leer in place. Judging by that specific look and the way Morty had an excellent poker face and Falkner was looking excited, Silver had a feeling this wasn't going to bode well for him and his wellbeing, Gold was absolutely pure evil as he announced what he would be doing, choosing for him.

"Dare. Silver chooses dare."

"Hey is your name Silver!? No! I choose truth!"

Silver cried out glaring at Gold who winked and slid the single shot over to him, the dark amber liquid of whatever the hell his boyfriend had given him glittered malevolently up at him, it was called 'bourbon' or something.

"Sorry babe. This kind of truth or dare when shots are involved... no one chooses truth. It's dare or dare."

The redhead swallowed and picked up the shot glass awkwardly having no idea how to hold it and Falkner upon seeing his discomfort made him stop just before he drank the liquor. As he waited for his answer the arched pulled over the bottle of tequila and took a swig- Gold raised his eyebrows as if impressed and Morty was hiding a knowing smile. Wiping his mouth Falkner moaned softly from the burn.

"Sorry, I need to get a healthy lick of this if I'm going to be playing some sort of filthy game with my friends."

Silver nodded still unsure as he watched his navy haired friend tip the bottle back slightly and taking another carefully measured swig. Setting the bottle down Falkner let out a small breath of contentment and sent Morty a flirtatious smirk before turning to the redhead.

"What is your history with alcohol Silver?"

Silver shrugged, next to nothing? Falkner's eyebrows went shooting up his forehead in surprise. Gold impatient to get started chucked a sofa cushion at the archer who caught it deftly with lightning reflex despite the heavy liquor already thrumming through his being. Silver was quite amused by the fact Falkner was concerned for his health and drinking at the same time but in the end, he'd done drugs before when he had been young and stupid, and whilst he had drank before it hadn't been spirits- how bad could vodka and the like be? However he was confident enough that he would last a reasonable number of shots before getting totally wasted. Tipping back the liquid he coughed as the burn slid down his throat, thick sweet and disgusting but Silver found he liked it the heavy buzz drilling through his veins already. Gold whooped as the redhead put the tiny glass down before shuddering slightly and then turned to Morty.

"What should we dare him to do?"

Morty quietly considered the question as he toyed with his own half empty shot glass, contemplating whether or not to drink it all now or later, his violet eyes searching a slow dangerously docile smile spread itself across the blondes' slender lips. Falkner was now having abandoned his tequila, stroking his fingers through Silver's long hair with much delight as the redhead hummed in approval as the navy haired athlete slid his nimble fingers through the crimson strands before massaging his scalp gently to ease the pounding burning the alcohol would bring later to the pale eyed redhead. Morty spoke his voice quiet but held a slow building dark lust:

"Strip. Make him strip and make him do it in a sexy manner, I'm in the mood for a show."

Gold smirked liking the idea already, fist bumping with Morty the hawkeyed male observed how his pretty lover turned a delicate shade of pink- he had noticed Silver had been blushing quite a lot recently and was vaguely wondering if he was the main cause of such a reaction. It had to be and Gold knew he would forever continue to have such an effect on the scarred male. Silver looked up aghast at the idea. Gold flicked a hand at him imperiously and Morty was muffling his laughter, Falkner was now gently tugging on the ends of the dark foxy red hair a small smile on his lips. Silver shook his head. No way.

"We're all men here Silver, what do you have to hide?"

Gold teased downing his own tiny tumbler of alcohol and then sliding over to plant a teasing kiss on the mercury eyed males' burning liquor stained lips, the taste of the bourbon enhancing the kiss tenfold and Gold made as if to kiss him again but Silver pushed him away gently feeling fuzzy in the head from the blood rushing to two different place simultaneously.

"What... what about I stay in my tracksuit bottoms?"

He mumbled and Gold sighed before nodding, before realising the longer it took for all the clothes to come off the better (because who didn't enjoy a slow striptease?) and Morty shrugged, uncaring if Silver stripped completely or not, the gymnast was just eager to see some skin. Moving away from Falkner the redhead grabbed the hem of his shirt and after a moment of hesitation swiftly pulled it off, feeling incredibly exposed, his skin pale and delicate blue veins visible near the top of his shoulder and extending down to his elbow before fading out. Breathing shallowly Silver closed his eyes feeing the burning stares of the other three people in the room. He then felt a small touch on his bare shoulder and he flinched, recognising the touch as foreign, he knew Gold's touch very well- and this wasn't Gold touching him.

Gold was sitting two feet away his sexy amber eyes lit with hunger and entertainment. Morty gave a low whistle before nudging Gold, muttering something about nice hips. Silver opened his eyes to see Falkner right next to him running his slightly calloused fingers down his arm his expression seemingly one of awe. Silver then decided through his slightly blurry thoughts that Falkner was definitely tipsy.

"You're beautiful."

Falkner whispered and Silver snorted and shoved the archer away from him good naturedly as his lover agreed with the navy haired male; Morty was eyeing him up appreciatively and Silver felt so naked in front of his friends- not that he didn't always feel naked whenever Gold gave him that sultry piercing look that seemed to pierce through him with x-ray scrutiny. Licking his lips Silver reached out and spun the bottle watching it spin mesmerising and Falkner laughed as it pointed to him. Standing up the navy haired male yanked off his jacket with ease and Morty stared in surprise.

"Falk. Sweetheart..."

"What?"

Falkner asked sitting down again revealing a tight white shirt under the dark jacket he had worn nonplussed and Silver had to look away feeling awkward for staring at his best friends' lithe torso and his lean toned arms from archery. Morty poked the bottle of tequila towards his lover with a smirk, intending to get the bluenette totally wanked without him realising it.

"Sweetheart, you do realise this is dares? Not stripping?"

Falkner shrugged.

"I got hot."

Morty made a small noise that Gold decided meant: 'ok. I'm pretty happy with that.' Stretching back slightly Gold raised an eyebrow at Morty, intending the blonde to think up something totally nasty. Morty allowed a slow grin to creep across his thin lips, Cheshire and sharp- Falkner picked idly at the carpet fronds before returning to running his hands through Silver's gorgeous long hair- Gold loved how the dark foxy red and the cool sleek navy of the two slimmer males contrasted, it looked good. Gold waved a hand in front of his face as he was gifted with the sudden image of the two entangled with one another, long limbs and their faces distorted with pleasure as they gave into one another. Feeling like this was a bad idea and a rather sexy fantasy he would probably want to happen, Gold looked away slightly- that was totally the alcohol taking over his miniature mind theatre.

"I dare you to take another three shots."

Gold whipped round to look at the blonde his mouth slightly agape.

"Dude the fuck? What kind of shit dare is that?"

"Hey, I'm trying to get him wasted. Falkner's more fun when he's wasted, otherwise he's... no offense sweetheart; you're fucking boring."

Falkner flipped the violet eyed gymnast off with a sniff before grabbing the tequila bottle with much determination. Morty in response to his love giving him the rude hand gesture, gave Gold a glaring middle finger, Gold who had not been expecting it, spluttered and then merely returned the gesture and the two ended up laughing on each other and Silver who had been sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest watched the blonde and his stocky raven haired lover as they fell on one another giggling hopelessly. Morty had rather long fingers- the way they gripped Gold's shoulders wrapping his paler skin distinct against Gold's tanned was strangely captivating and the redhead felt his cheeks light up like a Christmas tree as he thought of Gold and Morty in that sense; however the splinter of jealousy that sliced through his nerves cancelled it out and Silver sat rigidly watching.

Falkner coughed next to him, his whole body shaking as he took the shots and after wiping his eyes the archer pushed the bottle away from him.

"F-fuck. I can...can...shit...what am I speak?... I can't do tha-t again- gonna get poisoned."

Somewhat incoherent already Falkner pulled off and threw one of his socks at Morty who watched in much amusement as the item of clothing fell short of him, landing in front of his crossed legs. Gold, Silver noticed was being carelessly sexy, reclining back his tank top rumpled, revealing a stretch of his toned pelvis, the light dusting of dark pubic hair that ran from his navel disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. Fumbling about for the bottle Falkner cursed and fell on Silver once more. Wriggling about Silver bit back a yelp and cowered instead as Falkner awkwardly kneed him a little harder than he should've in his crotch; muttering an apology Falkner braced himself on his elbows and using Silver as leverage grabbed the water bottle and threw it at Gold. Gold who hadn't been ready swore as it collided with his shoulder.

"Ow!?"

Falkner waved his hand at him erratically, his barely clothed chest dipping, arching into Silver's lap, his arse pointed in the air slightly as he held up his weight on his elbows and knees. Silver felt his cheeks flush further- he had no idea how to react to this- his best friend was currently sprawled in his lap and...and... Silver almost wanted to crawl away into a corner and die from mortification, Morty was an asshole and was laughing at them both.

"I choose you."

Falkner pointed in the direction he thought was Gold.

"Falkner, that's the television." ("The fuck? I swore Gold was there a moment ago!")

Silver told his friend quietly and with a small pause Falkner scoffed and then poked the redhead in the ribs causing him to jerk with shock. Gold was shaking with laughter and Falkner looked up into Silver's face.

"What do we make him do?"

Silver shrugged having never really played such a game before in his life. Falkner swayed his hips slightly in thought, Silver found this immensely distracting as the archers' petite round ass waved near his face. Closing his eyes Silver wondered if he was going to get out of this alive, and if he did would he have any pride left to speak of?!

"Dare you to switch underwear with Morty and wear them for the rest of the game."

Falkner said and Silver appalled looked at his friend- that was so unhygienic- Gold hadn't even washed that pair yet! Falkner was looking amused now and Morty traded a secret look with Gold who grinned easily yanking off his jeans before moving to take his boxers off. Gold with a sigh filled one of the shot glasses and knocked it back.

"Boxers?"

Morty raised his eyebrows and Gold peered over to look at the blondes' choice in underwear and groaned loudly as he saw the dark purple briefs.

"Dude those are going to fucking suffocate me!"

"Deal with it, I wear spandex every single day of my life. If I can tuck my massive rod away in these you can too."

"Don't flatter yourself."

Gold retorted now that he was being challenged. Morty just made a 'tsk' sound as he unbuttoned his trousers.

"Don't deny it."

The blonde said standing up to pull his briefs off and Silver flushed unable to look away as Falkner head-butted him gently again his expression one of pride and his ears slightly pink his alcohol numbed brain and eyes glossed over with a happy kind of lust.

"I had the pleasure of feeling that beast up before we came here."

He confessed and now thoroughly grossed out Silver scooted away from Falkner who whined in his throat as the redhead moved.

"WHAT!? Did you wash your hands?!"

The redhead asked aghast and Falkner looked down at his hands before wiggling them in Silver's direction with an evil smirk.

"Noooope~"

"Shit!"

Silver ran his own fingers through his hair as if he could dislodge the feeling of where Falkner's contaminated hands had been. Falkner then whistled as Gold tossed his boxers to Morty, his expression somewhat irritated as he eyed up the briefs with much dislike. Falkner seemed hugely impressed:

"Okay I take that back Gold's a...a... heh, what's the word? Oh! yeah, he's a fucking monster."

'Don't look!"

Silver said trying to bar Falkner's vision with his hands, but then feeling like a total hypocrite as he dared to look himself and regretted it now that Morty was actually helping the hawkeyed male put on the tight underwear. Silver swore he was never ever going to be the same again, as in all his eye virginity was totally violated as the blonde gave Gold's taut arse a hearty smack.

"Thanks for the underwear, stud."

Morty winked his violet eyes burning with sex and Gold rubbing his invaded privacy where it stung most slowly sat back down, wincing at the unfamiliar sensation of wearing something tighter than normal restricting his crotch. Reaching forwards Gold grabbed up the nearest liquor bottle and took a unmeasured swallow. Gritting his teeth against the heavy burn Gold shook his head lightly.

"Damn. Needed that."

"But you didn't need to when you did the shot before the dare."

Falkner replied confused that everyone was just drinking now before crawling over to where Silver was trying desperately to distance himself from the navy haired archer and his 'disgusting hands'. Gold rolled the taste of the alcohol round his mouth a bit before answering.

"Nah, I need to get a really good buzz up if I'm going to get really gay with my lover and my gay friends."

"That doesn't make sense."

Morty said as he inspected the loose folds of his newly acquired boxers. Gold looked like he was contemplating slapping the blonde. Yet chose to merely spin the bottle and Silver sighed as it landed on him again.

"I hate you all."

The mercury eyed male announced as he took the shot carefully as to not spill any down himself. Morty had been ready for this and gave the redhead the dare without missing a beat:

"Grope someone or something in this room that isn't Gold."

Silver grimaced. Well.

That was hard.

But then again he wasn't really thinking clearly anymore so... how hard would it be to just touch Falkner down there and get it done with? (He most certainly was NOT groping a chair.) Gold was now elbowing Morty for being a total cockblock. Shifting over to the navy haired male Silver met hazy blue eyes, glossed over with lazy content, Falkner seemingly understanding what Silver wanted, leant back on his hands.

"You don't mind?"

Silver asked quietly and Falkner said nothing and merely spread his legs slightly in invitation. Biting his lower lip the mercury eyed male tossed a careful glance over his bare shoulder to see the other two males' watching closely, Gold looking like his birthday had come early and Morty had a smug expression like he knew this was a good idea. Taking in a shaky breath seeing as he had never truly 'dominated' a person before, let alone someone he had never even thought about in such a dirty manner Silver let his hands trail down Falkner's tight shirt covered chest, before slipping one hand completely down to cup his half interested groin. The archer was ample size, warm and softly pulsing through the material of his jeans and Silver flicked his gaze up to meet Falkner's' who was panting softly, his lips wet with anticipation; the way his navy hair hid one of his eyes in its usual style giving Silver a kind of thrill- it was a sexy hairstyle.

Silver knew he liked that sort of look a lot because Gold wore his hair in a similar manner, only spikier as Falkner had sleek smooth cobalt locks of hair and Gold a wild yet incredibly attractive tousled mess of raven.

"That's not groping."

Morty commented snidely and Silver was about to fling back a intelligent: 'fuck off' when Falkner rolled his hips up and into Silver's gentle hand. Biting back a cry of surprise Silver snapped his attention back to his friend who was now taking matters into his own self interest and was slightly grinding his crotch into his hand. Silver squeezed Falkner through his jeans lightly and Falkner hummed in approval. Growing a little bolder Silver continued to knead the archers' hard member, blatantly feeling him up as dared. Silver even went as far as to say he was enjoying himself as he watched Falkner bite his lower lip to stifle the soft moans before the archer reached down to stop him, trembling slightly.

"Continue and I'm going to blow."

He informed the redhead, his tone thick and slurred slightly from pleasure and the buzz from the hard liquor he had consumed. Gold was stiff as a board his whole body rigid his eyes locked onto Silver and him alone, the redhead felt like he had become centre of attention again and quickly drew back from Falkner who groaned lightly closing his eyes. Morty rolled the water bottle to him and Silver spun it. It landed on Morty and Falkner pointed at the vodka which the blonde took his shot diligently.

"Mark Gold."

Falkner said bluntly, his tone suggesting this was payback for setting Silver on him and Silver frowned, not really liking the dare but watched as Morty slid forwards, all graceful muscle, fluid and strong to pin Gold before he could react. Nose to nose Gold snarled quietly up at the gymnast but did not do anything- knowing he could throw the blonde off easily-and Morty gave him no time to think before nuzzling his collarbone and nipping a harsh mark in the hollow of his corded strong throat his teeth ripping into his neck. Gold let out a guttural moan as Morty focused on that one spot, allowing a bright red mark to blood, bleeding across golden tan skin. Silver felt his chest tighten at the sight- as sexy as it was watching another male top his ever so dominant lover Silver couldn't help but feel so jealous and maybe a bit upset that Gold wasn't fighting back as much as he should've. Falkner passed him the vodka.

Silver took this as a sign that he wasn't drunk enough to accept this yet and uncapping the bottle slipped a tiny amount before taking a larger quantity. Doubling over from the taste and his eyes stinging Silver almost fell backwards. Gold writhed under Morty, arching up slightly into the gymnast as a clever tongue soothed the bite before leaving teasing kisses down the column of his jugular vein. Finally after enduring so much Gold reversed the positions and Morty ended up on the floor the breath knocked out as Gold loomed over him his dark raven bangs slanting over one of his golden hawk eyes. The two were stopped however from creating the next world war by Falkner who had screwed his face up in deep concentration his mind totally blank from the alcohol as he said his next sentence:

"Enough... Stop... stop, Silver feels...uh... ill, yeah, he feels bad."

Falkner made a 'time out' sign with his arms at the two and Gold let Morty up slowly before shuffling over to Silver who held his head in his hands groaning in pain. Kissing him on the forehead Gold brushed long dark crimson strands of hair out of his loves' face.

"Hey... what?"

"Gold?... Ah...hurts, no... stop..."

"He drank the stronger stuff too quick...quickly."

Falkner supplied and Gold pulled Silver into his arms and turned to look at the archer vaguely impressed. For such small stature and innocent disposition Gold didn't think Falkner could hold his alcohol at all but here he was still mostly coherent aside from the moments when he forgot what word he wanted to use or when he slurred certain letters. Silver was pretty much going to be wasted any moment now and Gold found it rather adorable that his beautiful redhead was such a lightweight when it came to alcohol. Kissing him on the cheek then nose Gold was rewarded with a lazy pawing slap to the chin as Silver attempted to fend him off but his motor skills having failed him ended up batting at the eagle eyed teens' nose instead. Morty was now next to Falkner pushing his head up against Falkner's in annoyance as he complained about the lack of any real good dares. Falkner shoved him away with so much force that he fell into the blondes' lap with a hiss his face near the gymnast's crotch, Morty petted the small of his back lovingly and the archer scrambled away with the answer that none of them were wasted yet.

"When do we get wasted?"

Morty asked changing his voice to an annoying pitch which caused Silver to giggle madly, hiccoughing in Gold's strong arms as Morty pestered his lover, growing more and more annoying (When? When? When? Can I kiss you? No? Stingy! Can I fuck you? Why not?! So when do we get drunk again?). Falkner plugged his ears eventually and Morty took advantage of this and kissed Falkner swiftly. The bottle was spun and this time landed on Falkner. Silver reached over to tug on Falkner's sleeve.

"Dare you...you... well fuck... w-who are you?"

Silver blinked mistily at the navy haired male, unable to figure out who he was talking to and Falkner fist pumped- both fists into the air with a small whoop.

"Silver's wanked!"

Morty was lying on the floor on his back in despair due to the fact he believed the world was conspiring against him as he nursed a bottle of well aged bourbon against his chest. His response was just as enthusiastic:

"Great. Great. Who's turn is it?"

"Mine."

Falkner informed him and Morty slowly got up looking he had just died and been resurrected. Gold choked back on a laugh. Morty looked evil. Silver pushed himself off of Gold and the hawkeyed male sat next to him instead, the redhead let out a heavy sigh, finally happy the pounding in his head had resided and he was ready to resume whatever they were supposed to be doing. Morty pointed at his boyfriend with a razor sharp smirk.

"Strip tease and give Silver a lap dance. Bet you can't do it sweetheart."

"Bet you your virginity I can."

Falkner shot back his blue eyes blazing with a competitive fire; Gold watched the two in amusement and then at Silver who was peering round with a small goofy smile on his lips as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Flipping his hair theatrically with a dramatic pose after, Falkner looked down his cute neat nose at the blonde through hooded eyes as he licked his lips before downing half a shot of whiskey. Yanking out his phone and stumbling over to the loud speakers and setting the device into the stand, plugging it in Falkner scrolled through his phone looking for something. Morty peered over at him.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"I need soundtrack. I can't do stripping without music."

Falkner informed them all one hand on his hip and the other busy searching for a song. Morty laughed and sent Gold a wink and Silver sat dazedly staring after Falkner as if unsure why he had gone away. Silver blinked as Gold moved to sit over next to Morty who was now laughing as the first few lines of the song came out:

'Ha-Ha! Well now we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about.'

Silver groaned as he recognised through his alcohol soaked mind the heavy snare beats and the resulting muted bright guitar that bled through... Falkner was NOT dancing to 'Bad Touch' by the Bloodhound Gang. But he was and it was going to kill them all or even worse blind them forever and Silver knew he was either going to die from Falkner stripping or he was going to die laughing. Unable to choose which one Silver had no time to think as Falkner turned to face him running his hands down his torso as he did so, his expression ridiculously sultry despite the hideously funny choice of song he had decided to dance to.

'Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about.'

Falkner literally strutted over to the redhead who was pink in the face and seemingly torn between awe and fear as the navy haired male effortlessly straddled his lap his expression now pure evil as he mouthed the lyrics, his movements daring as he motioned for Silver to work with him. Upon seeing how drunk the redhead was Falkner rolled his eyes and grabbed the faltering pale hands and placed them on his hips as he rolled his body smoothly to the beat.

'So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Cisco yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up'

Falkner caressed the side of Silver's face before hooking his fingers under his tight white shirt and lifting it slightly. Throwing a look over his shoulder Falkner parted his lips slightly and Gold had to admit the navy haired archer was stunning- Morty was watching like a hawk his face open with lust now as the bluenette rolled his hips over Silver's lap and the redhead was looking mortified now as he fully realised what his best friend was doing to him.

'You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hash browns'

Moaning audibly Falkner stripped his shirt off, revealing neat abs and pale nipples, pebbling in the cool of the room, lust spiking as the temperature grew hotter from their fooling about. Silver's eyes were wide, pupils dilated and his nostrils pinched as the navy haired athlete arched his back and slid down the redheads' front slightly his mouth open in a silent gasp of faux pleasure. Silver jolted with a shocked cry falling from his lips as he felt a quick clever hand grope his very attentive groin. Falkner was hot. Silver couldn't tear his eyes away as the cobalt haired minx placed his hands flat against his chest, palms warm on his bare skin as he dipped his hips low to grind up against the redhead.

'Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex
like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
.

Do it now'

Falkner was very into his lap dance as he ran his fingers through dark foxy red hair mouthing the lyrics with a dirty promising smile as his hips rolled gently in time to the music.

'You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now'

Falkner unbuckled his belt, the clicking never sounded so loud in his ears, Silver swallowed visibly as his friend slid the leather from round his waist and gave it a small crack before tossing it aside, flicking the button of his jeans open and pulling the zipper down slowly. Just as Silver thought he was going to shimmy out of his jeans the little teaser slid his hands back up over his naked torso to toy with his nipples, flicking them and running his fingers over the hardened little nubs of pleasure. Flicking his hair out of his eyes Falkner slid his hands down slowly over his jean clad thighs.

'Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft
Advisor'

Gold was now sporting a healthy erection, the massive pulsing form visible, easily through the dark material of the briefs he had swapped with Morty, the stretchy material imprisoning the monster, the hawkeyed male let one of his hands trail down to lightly massage his huge length relieving the throbbing need somewhat and found Morty was suffering just as much with his tenting the loose fabric of the boxer shorts.

'So if I capsize on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
'

That specific phrase of the song, Falkner went all out, sliding his jeans low on his hips to reveal black boxers that weren't loose like Gold's but not as tight as Morty's; Silver felt his breath hitch in his throat as he saw the slight bulge of arousal that meant Falkner was getting turned on by the act of giving him a lap dance. Dipping his fingers under the waist band of his underwear Falkner winked at Silver before leaning in to trail hot moist lips down from his collarbone to the top of his groin. Silver moaned as Falkner nuzzled his crotch, mouthing his cock through his sweatpants- Silver slid one hand into the thick sleek dark navy hair- Falkner hummed lightly and Silver tilted his head back, focusing on breathing it was so hot.

'Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now'

Silver could feel the heated wetness slipping through to his hard dick, Falkner was very talented with his mouth and casting a fleeting glace to Morty, the blonde was palming his own crotch his lips twisted into a lazy scrawl of pleasure, Gold leaning onto him next to the violet eyed male casually running a hand in a more than friendly manner down the gymnasts' strong waist. Moving back up to face him Silver couldn't take it anymore as Falkner began to lose the jeans slowly, reaching up Silver yanked the archer down into a hasty, passionate if not rushed kiss. Falkner moaned into the kiss, pressing their arousals together, grinding hard up against him, pushing the redhead into the floor, his hands, fingers tangling into the thick glorious mass of crimson hair, Silver's own delicate fingers ripping passionate trails of fire down the bare back of the navy haired male as they kissed, tongues sliding sweetly intoxicating one another as the alcohol in their systems blurred everything else out as the song came to a finish, getting lost in their moment.

A loud clicking sound resounded and Falkner bolted up off Silver looking at Morty who was fiddling with his phone, obviously having taken a photo of them in their lip lock.

"That's fucking hot."

Gold commented as the blonde showed the photo to him and Silver groaned letting his head fall back against the floor with a solid thud. Falkner slowly got off of him pulling his jeans back on fully and turning to face his smirking lover the archer licked his lips.

"You owe me your virginity Morty."

"Eh? No I don't."

"Yes, I did the stripping and the dance. Next time we fuck, I top."

"Uh-uh sweetheart~ You didn't strip completely."

Morty said in a singsong and Falkner flipped him off before spinning the bottle fiercely, feeling like he had been cheated out of his chance to get back at his sexually vicious lover. The bottle landed on Gold and the hawkeyed male smiled dangerous and hot as he beckoned the two smaller males across the room as if to say: 'bring it on'. Silver giggled uncontrollably as Falkner scooted over to him but in his drunken state fell into his lap once more- it seemed as if Falkner was making it a personal goal to fall into everyone's laps that night whether it be on purpose of unintentional.

"Make Gold kiss your feet."

Falkner suggested, swinging the empty tequila bottle about making zooming noises as if it were an airplane and Silver wrinkled his nose- that was gross. Morty knocked back another shot, groaning in content as the fiery liquid scorched down his throat to rest in a boiling mess of unreleased sex in his gut.

"What the fuck sweetheart? That's not even a dare!"

The gymnast scoffed and Falkner raised his eyebrows.

"Fine YOU kiss Gold's feet."

Morty snorted derisively his lip curling as he shook his head.

"Fuck no, don't know where his have been."

"Screw you man, my feet are the sexiest feet you've ever seen."

Gold slurred tossing aside a beer can with a dull clatter. Morty sent him a withering look that Gold responded by wiggling his toes in the blondes' direction. Thoroughly turned off Morty turned away looking immensely put out. Silver who had barely even been following the train of conversation looked up, feeling like he wanted to see something happen for once.

"I dare you all to make out with each other and Gold, you cannot top."

Silver took a sip of water from the bottle they were using to spin- the cool liquid felt amazing on his parched liquor stained lips and throat. Gold who was cracking open a third can, and half way through his second paused as he processed Silver's dare. Falkner chortled, slapping the redhead on the back causing him to choke on the shot he was sipping at.

"Dude, you're SO wasted."

Silver shook his head fuzzily.

"Nooo..."

"Oh yeeees."

Falkner looked gleeful, like the party was only just starting. Morty was eyeing up Gold carefully his teeth bared slightly, his face portraying nothing else but pure lust for the handsome strong teen. Gold was pure sex, even doused in alcohol and barely thinking straight he was still unlawfully attractive, his amber eagle eyes blazing strong through the warping mist of intoxication that circled round his being. Silver waved both hands at him, telling him to come closer.

"Want... wanna touch yooou..."

Silver mumbled and Gold abandoning his beer to Morty who kicked the just opened can over, the frothing liquid fizzing into the carpet- came over to his lover, answering his calls immediately, Morty shrugged at the ever growing stain and opened a new one. Wrapping his arms round Gold's neck Silver stared deep into his fierce eyes, loving the warm golden gaze as they stared straight back, pressing their foreheads together Silver smiled more to himself than anything before kissing Gold sweetly.

"You're hot."

Silver informed his boyfriend and Gold shook with a quiet silent laugh, Falkner was sitting next to them braiding the long beautiful hair into several small plats. Silver nuzzled his nose gently against Gold's and then his cheek, feeling an overwhelming need to be affectionate towards his lover.

"Is it wro...wron-wrong I've.. uh... dreamt about fucking yooo?"

Silver slurred, hiccoughing at the end of his sentence, Gold couldn't get any more surprised as Silver confessed parts of his fantasies to him, stroking a soft pale cheek Gold shook his head slowly.

"No. You haven't."

"Hnnng... Wanna fuck you bad. With... hm... chains n' blindfolds... dreamt I was a stripper called 'Fancy' once... was a pool table n stufff..."

Silver muttered, resting his forehead against Gold's once more, happy to stare into his eyes once more, his silvery mercury gaze cloudy with lazy happy, helpless love, lust and he was so drunk Gold wanted to cry- but Silver was being so sweet. Kissing Silver, sucking his pretty, pliant, pink tongue into his mouth Gold lavished the redhead with a passionate loving kiss, slow, sexy, sultry and soft- holding the redhead like he was something fragile and delicate, this strange alcohol thickened kiss being one of their gentlest since the start of their relationship. Gold liked it but a part of him told him he would be enjoying it more if Silver was sober- hopefully the redhead would remember once he got over the hangover. Kissing the beautiful terribly drunk redhead once more, lapping their tongues together intimately Gold parted lips with him with a sigh as Silver looked over to Falkner and Morty, both whom were petting one another with long luxurious strokes.

"I dare you all to make out with each other and Gold, you cannot top."

Silver repeated and Gold who was still humming on a dazed high snapped out of it.

"Hmm...~ Ok... Wait... WHAT!?"

"Yoou... you heard, ah, you heard me."

Silver replied swinging his head round to face him.

"You... can't touch them."

Silver indicated Falkner and Morty who were slinking over looking predatory, Gold frowned slightly, pursing his lips in dislike for his current situation and Silver touched him on the lips gently.

"Gold?"

"Hm?"

"You, you love me?"

Gold nodded and Silver brightened up and smiled.

"Do it for me?"

"Ooh playing dirty!"

Morty hissed as he slid behind Gold to press a hot kiss in between the junction of his neck and shoulder, loving the strong muscle with his tongue. Gold clenched his hands at his sides willing to do this for Silver, but only this once. Falkner was shaking his empty tequila bottle looking torn between amusement and upset.

"You're all so damn wasted... how come I'm not?"

Snatching the bottle up from Falkner, Morty threw it viciously at the sofa where it bounced off and fell to the floor, cracking into large splinters. Falkner stared at him surprised and Gold was also looking at the blonde in amazement, Silver scratched his head peaceably.

"You just fucking rage-quit on a bottle of tequila bro."

"That's cause NO ONE FUCKING DRINKS TEQUILA THESE DAYS!"

Morty snarled, so obviously drunk off his mind that he gripped Gold's sturdy shoulders, digging his nails in deep. Gold twisted away from the painful hold- growling in his throat, but Falkner was there to soothe the marks, sliding his warm talented tongue along the moon crescent markings. Gold made to bite the invading fingers that slid in past his lips, fucking his mouth with sensual filthy sounds- Morty in retaliation bit down on Gold's ear causing the hawkeyed male to grunt in pain. Falkner had turned away to grab his shirt to wipe the spillage he had created and Silver who had been in the way caused him to fall face first into Gold's massive straining crotch. Blinking impressed Falkner stroked the huge cock through the tight briefs causing Gold to growl in his chest, his hands still resolutely held at his sides. Silver sat in front of him watching hungrily- drinking in all of Gold's beautiful expressions of anger, lust and determination and possibly a bit of submission.

Breaking away from the groping of Gold Morty took a sip of water from the bottle and Falkner who also took a drink capped it looking thoughtful.

"So... then hod... howdo I get durnk?"

He slurred and Silver snickered, even through his own poached mind he could tell Falkner wasn't making any sense. Gold eyed the archer incredulously. Falkner looked so damn innocent Morty laughed. Morty slid his hands down Gold's torso in a smooth motion causing the stronger male to arch slightly his expression worried with pleasure and distress.

"I...I can't do this... Silber... Sil? WHY AM I IN THIS DARE!?"

"CAUSE I SAY SO."

Silver replied and Gold threw a hand up to his face dramatically.

"BABY YOU DON' LOVE MEEEEE!"

Gold wailed theatrically, his words slurred as he fell back on Morty snorting with laugher who pinched him on the nipple as punishment for not paying attention to his 'feeling up'. Silver giggled with his lover as he explained to him that he did in fact love him, very much so, so much that if he could choose when to die, he'd die with him at the same time in each others' arms- Falkner had thought this very sweet and Morty had rather ironically called the gayest thing he had heard that night. Gold coughed as he choked on his next words.

"Yo-you're strangely, co-co-shit... coheh- coherent for a deunk."

"Really?"

Silver mused, unsure and Falkner tossed aside the beer can he and Morty had been sharing, the scent of alcohol pervading their senses now as they all came to terms with how much they had had, but in the end- none of them were caring.

"GUYS! I DINK IM DURNK!"

Falkner confessed loudly after stifling a belch and Morty wrinkled his nose.

"It's 'drunk', sweetheart,"

"I knooow... I jus sed I'm durnk!"

Silver caught himself before he toppled over, groaning as he righted himself he patted Falkner on the shoulder consolingly.

"Drunk."

Falkner looked round distracted before down at himself and then at his hands and then at the three other males watching him in the room.

"FUCK. What's my name again!?"

Falkner blurted looking horrified that he didn't know his own name and Gold who had keeled over muttering drunkenly to the floor sat up staring goofily at the navy haired athlete with a stupid smile.

"I dare myself... to... to giv y'all names. Nicknames."

"You can't dare yourself retard!"

Morty shot at the hawkeyed male and Gold dismissed it and addressed Falkner first.

"YOU'RE SARGENT ASSRAMMER."

"Whaaaaat?! But I don' top."

Falkner deadpanned, wiping his mouth and Silver snickered. Gold screwed his face up in thought before pointing at him excitedly his expression however was so serious Silver wanted to keel over from laughter. Gold's tone was so serious as well:

"Colonel Fuckface."

Falkner stared for a moment gaping. Then he found his voice, incredulous.

"They let me into the army with that name?! The shit!? What the fuck have we been drinking guys... guys!? What the fuck- I- I'm not even IN the army- what the crap!?"

Falkner was rubbing his face with his hands as if couldn't quite just believe what was going on. Morty was dissolving into helpless laugher. Gold was still putting on the solemn act as he told the archer that yes, he had been accepted on that name. Silver rubbed his head.

"Why... do I feel like I'm missin' out on somthin here?"

"You're General Cumalot. I'm Lieutenant Cocksucker."

Gold pointed to Silver and then at himself. Morty, who hadn't taken so well to being ignored, squeezed Gold's ass hard and breathed sensually in his ear:

"Gonna assram you hard Gold."

"THAT'S IT, YOUR NAME IS NOW SARGEANT ASSRAMMER! AND NO!"

Gold cried and then yelped moving away and Silver snorted with Falkner jeering at Gold.

"Coward~!"

"Chicken~!"

"NO! M' NOT LETTING HIM- HIM DO IT!"

Gold cried out fending Morty off with a sofa cushion, stuffing the soft object into the blondes' face, refusing to let him touch him any longer. Silver caught his lovers' attention though, his head a little bit clearer now he had had a rest.

"Y-you..."

"Oh no, not falling for that again!"

Gold hissed and Silver hid his face in Falkner's shoulder, pretending to be upset that Gold didn't love him anymore. Falkner squeezed him into a hug instead shooting mock daggers at the hawkeyed male.

"Gonna rape your sweet ass."

Morty promised his voice low and rough and Gold scowled, turning to pin Morty effortlessly.

"Fuck you. I'll bend you in half I'll be screwing your asshole so hard!"

Morty smirked up at Gold and leant up to lick his nose taunting him.

"Easy~"

The blonde purred luxuriously however before Gold could really get down to his promise they were cut off by Falkner screaming like he had seen something horrifying.

"GUYS!? WHERE THE FUCKS MY PANTS?!"

Thoroughly mystified Gold let his grip on Morty slacken and the blonde slipped out of his grip like an eel, sleek and quick. Silver blinked and looked down at himself- strange.

"Oh... I was cold. So I took them off you."

The redhead informed the navy archer who threw his hands up in despair, Gold, awestruck gazed at his lover with amazement and pride.

"Holy shit. How the fuck did you do that!?

"I-I don' know..."

Silver mumbled looking downcast as he sat wearing Falkner's jeans over the top of his sweatpants.

"WHAT THE FUCK? HOW THE SHIT...? OH IDON'T KNOW ANYMOREEEEE!"

Falkner wailed and then curled up in his underwear rocked back and forth cursing out gummy bears as he declared he was officially mind fucked. A buzzing sound and then a ringing broke them out of their hazy crazy world and the four looked over to Gold who stared back as if asking what was wrong, as he fished out his mobile phone from his pocket. Morty was staring at him totally unimpressed.

"Your ringtone..."

"Is the Pussycat Dolls' 'Don't Cha'. Yes. I know. Deal with it."

Gold retorted arching an eyebrow in challenge, daring Morty to question his taste in ringtones- fumbling with the device Gold cursed before squinting hard at the small screen before laughing and pressing the red end call button.

"Nope."

"Whowassit?"

Silver slurred from under Falkner who had decided to envelope him in a cuddly bear hug, the two rolling round on the floor happily as Morty poked Gold with his foot.

"Green."

Gold replied, tossing the phone aside and Falkner looked positively evil.

"DARE YA TO DANCE TO DON'T CHA."

The aqua eyes of Falkner sparkled with humour and Gold narrowed his eyes a slow grin forming on his lips as he stood slowly pulling down his tank top as he did so. Silver was sad as he watched those sexy hard abs disappear. Falkner sent a soppy look to Morty who stiffened visibly.

"Dance with him!"

"No."

"Love me? I'll do that tongue thing you like."

"Fine. Deal sweetheart, but..."

Morty gave a heavy sigh.

"I can't bust moves with some inferior being."

The blonde gymnast waved vaguely in Gold's direction and Gold having caught the indirect insult growled at him viciously, the sound gravelly and strong and husky. Silver moaned at the sound- he loved it so much when Gold sounded like the sex beast he was.

"Excuse me? I can bust moves better than your white ass can!"

Morty quirked an eyebrow as he rose to come chest to chest, nose to nose with the sexy amber eyed teen. Gold bared his teeth and Morty mirrored him, the sexual tension coming off the two of them was insane and Silver felt light headed watching the two attractive males fighting to establish dominance over one another. Gold moved first grasping Morty's hips, bit a heavy lethal kiss onto thin clever lips. Morty with a muffled cry of lusty rage tangled his fingers into gold's thick wiry hair, pulling him close as they sucked at each others' tongues, tearing lips with their teeth, drawing blood, copper and dark red as they fought, his hips clashing igniting passion and sparks flying everywhere as dark sensual passion from Morty was engulfed and held captive by the inferno of scorching lust and rage from Gold as he backed the blonde into the nearest surface which happened to be the large mahogany table nearby, sweeping a stack of Red's drawings off the table Gold pinned Morty down on the dark wood, mauling him with his tongue, his hands slipping and sliding all over the gymnasts' supple, lean writhing body.

Morty had his head thrown back and Gold trailing bloody lips and bloody marks all over his throat. Hooking one of his legs round Gold's waist like a professional stripper Morty swung them round, Gold hissing as he collided with the table with a solid dark thud. Sneering down at Gold Morty slid his hand in down to jerk Gold off roughly, hand squeezing his neglected monster dick with a little more force than intended. Gold cried out arching up and Morty asphyxiated him, choking him with a forceful kiss, Gold was panting and moaning by the end of it as the blonde continued to manhandle him, however he refused to be dominated and with a powerful roll of the hips, the tanned male dislodged Morty's grip and had the blonde down on his knees.

"Get on your knees and show me what you got bitch."

Gold leered down at him, one hand threading neatly into the sunshine golden locks of Morty's hair, scowling darkly up at the raven his violet eyes narrowed Morty gave a sullen snap of his teeth. Falkner interrupted them with a loud wolf whistle- gaining their attention, Silver could see the annoyed jealous lust in Falkner's eyes- Silver smirked, knowing that Falkner was pissed at their lovers' just up and going and sexing each other up was not one hundred percent okay with him made him feel less annoying and possessive over Gold.

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DANCING, NOT FUCKING."

Gold took a step away from Morty and relinquished his grip on his hair, rubbing his head Morty stood slowly shooting Gold a glare. Falkner turned to swiftly peck Silver on the cheek- drawing a growl from Morty. Grabbing Gold's phone Falkner found the song and put it on the speakers dock- before pulling out his own and sending Silver a cheeky grin.

"This is going to be amazing. I'm totally filming this shit."

Silver scratched his nose as the synced beat pulsed through the speakers and Gold distancing himself from Morty stared him down in challenge, Morty had shed his sweater in favour for the shirt he wore under.

"Is it going on Facebook?"

Silver asked and Falkner snorted and nodded as the two standing before them waited as the rap went by waiting for their cue.

"You can be your cute ass it is."

Falkner replied as he turned his phone onto the camera function.

"DON'T YOU DARE PUT THIS ON FACEBOOK!"

Gold roared and Morty looked like he was actually agreeing with his friend as they waited, the pulsing rhythm thick and heavy in the room and somehow Silver found it strangely sexy seeing them both under dressed in each other's underwear, dancing to a seriously slutty song. Falkner waved his phone at them teasingly, his voice slurring slightly as he cuddled up to Silver nuzzling him affectionately with his head as he pressed play on the camera of his phone.

"Gonna spam everrybody's waaalllls with this! Gonna tag EERRVYBODY!"

"Fuck you sweetheart."

Morty ground out and Falkner waved a hand at them as the first verse came on, Gold jerked his head at Morty to stand down and that he was taking this first one.

'I know you like me (I know you like me)
I know you do (I know you do)
That's why whenever I come around she's all over you
And I know you want it (I know you want it)
It's easy to see (it's easy to see)
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be home with me'

Gold strode right up into Morty's personal space with a sultry grin, pressing a hand against his own chest and sliding it down his torso before aligning their hips and slowly grinding into him, the rolling motion looked so sexy from the side and Silver blamed his alcohol soaked brain for giving him the idea that Gold should become a professional stripper.

'Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me'

Gold licked his lips before staring smoldering at thecamera before Morty's hands were on his hips and tearing his tank top off, baring his tan skin and well proportioned muscled torso. Gold gave a particularly hard thrust of his impossibly hard cock into Morty's and the blonde seethed at him his violet eyed burning.

'Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don't cha, don't cha
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha, don't cha'

Gold mouthed the words before leaning in to whisper them into the blondes' ear and Silver who was progressing the lyrics was wondering if Gold was telling Morty 'don't you wish Falkner was like me' a snap of possessiveness streaked through him once more and Silver fumbled round for Falkner who was lying on his stomach filming the spectacle. Gold stood down, inviting Morty to come play and do his very worst- the gymnast rose to the challenge magnificently, rolling his shoulders and repeating his smooth leg hook round Gold's waist, drew him back in, melting them together at the crotch.

'Fight the feeling (fight the feeling)
Leave it alone (leave it alone)
Cause if it ain't love
It just ain't enough to leave a happy home
Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly)
You have to play fair (you have to play fair)
See, I don't care
But I know she aint gon' wanna share'

The lyrics were incredibly sassy and the beat was intoxicating and Silver found himself bobbing along to the beat regardless of his mental state of mind as the two more dominant males undulated and contorted against one another in a sickeningly erotic display- Falkner whistled low in his throat.

"They're good."

Silver nodded and felt his heart leap in his mouth as Gold turned his focus on him. Coming over to him, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the dark briefs he wore and Silver felt his face flood with colour and his lips wet with anticipation. Gold was standing over the top of him before slinking down to his knees, hips rolling sinfully- too sexy for it to be real. Silver wondered if he was dreaming and this was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced in his life. He'd already had a particularly good lap dance from Falkner but now he was having a drop dead fucking delicious one from Gold.

'Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don't cha, don't cha , baby
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha, don't cha'

Gold breathed the lyrics sounding ten times more wanton and hot than the women in the actual song, his hands roaming over his own body, refusing to touch Silver and the redhead unable to contain himself, feeling like alcohol was the one way to release all his dormant desires as he reached out to run his fingertips down Gold's sweat streaked abs- amazed at how powerful the coils of muscle really were. Gold rotated his hips once again and Silver was lost, with a harsh cry came hard in his pants,and as a result he found himself pouncing on his lover the toppled to the floor in a mess of limbs, Silver with his hair in a mussed tousled hot mess kissed Gold fiercely, laying on top of him, his only desire now was to have sex, make love whatever to Gold and the gorgeous amber eyed teen seemed to be set on the exact same goal.

the song played on the background as Morty soloed, cocking his hip and doing all kinds of ridiculous poses, even going as far as to try out the 'YMCA' and 'Macarena' dances to the rhythm, Falkner had with a yelp gone bright red and cut the filming as Gold stripped Silver down to his boxers, fingers sliding up the loose cum damp shorts leg to press up against the redhead's puckered entrance. Silver threw his head back moaning his shimmering curtain of glossy fox red hair rustling against the floor with a sensual 'hiss' and Morty after turning the music off was tackled by a sex maddened Falkner.

Pulling Silvers' cock out of his slick boxers gold made it a mission to get his lover hard again, pumping the slender shaft, nibbling along the thick vein on the underside and the mercury eyed male moaned, encouraging him onwards as his libido was revived and the blood rushed back down to his dick so fast his head hurt. Falkner was similarly caught up with Morty, pawing at him, hands everywhere as they tried to fuck through their clothes and unsuccessfully in their drunk states- not getting very far.

The pairs were too caught up in their own personal bubbles to hear the doorbell and then the incessant knocking, finally the door to the suite was unlocked briskly and Green marched in still in his dinner jacket and polished shoes took in the mess before him. The first thing he did was let his jaw drop.

The second thing he did was attempt to say something.

Third he pulled a winner.

"GOLD HUNTER!"

The four sprang apart as if burned, Falkner shrieked, butt naked now, snatching up Morty's sweater nearby and fled the living room area to hide in the corner next to a potted plant as he tried to pull on the article of clothing to cover his lower region. Morty now defeated slumped back onto the floor with a cough and a groan. Silver rolled off of Gold and slid away from Green looking bemused before grabbing a cushion to cover himself. Gold was the only one who seemed to be unaffected by Green's presence and grinned up at him jovially before saluting.

"LIEUTENANT COCKSUCKER AT YOUR-serv...ice? Wait a second...?"

Gold peered blearily up at Green, inspecting his psychologist closely.

"You're not General Cumalot."

Green was building a slow burning anger and pinched the bridge of his nose- this place was a fucking godamn pig sty. It stank of sweat, beer, spirits and sex and immature little boys. His expression stony Green stared down at the hawkeyed male sternly, not impressed in the slightest. Falkner was giggling next to the potted plant now and was hugging it- sex and alcohol apparently made them all incredibly stupid. (TELL ME YOUR SECRETS PLANT! TELLL MEEEE!)

"No Gold, I am not General Cumalot."

Gold blinked and grinned brightly, dopey from the remaining arousal in his veins.

"Well... Shit, I could've sworn Silver was here a minute ago... Now where could he go?"

The question was answered by the redhead (aka. General Cumalot) himself and Gold snapped his attention over to him as did Green, as the mercury eyed male, his boxers halfway down his thighs was desperately trying to stop a struggling still butt naked Falkner from climbing out the window.

"NO! STAHP! YOU IDIOT! LIEUTENANT COCKSUCKER SIR! COLONEL FUCKFACE IS TRYING TO FLY OUT THE WINDOW!"

Gold slapped both hands to his face, dramatic, his expression aghast as he played along with Silver.

"MOTHER OF GOD!"

Green refrained from swearing every single expletive he ever had learnt as he watched the johto archer flap his arms madly.

"I'M A BIRDIEEEEEE!"

Gold turned to look at Morty lazing on the floor.

"HEY ASSRAMMER GET UP THERE AND SAVE COLONEL FUCKFACE!"

"I... I can't."

Morty confessed looking up at the stocky teen sadly. Gold sputtered and waved both hands at the struggling pair by the window.

"WHY NOT?!"

"MY ASS IS ON FIRE."

Morty growled rolling over to pick a shard of broken glass out of his thigh where he had flopped onto it. Gold threw Silver's cum stained boxers at him.

"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN!"

Green had had enough, summoning the best of his lungs the psychologist bellowed:

"WILL ALL OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!?"

Silence.

Pure, simple, golden silence. Green rubbed his forehead tired- glad Red was still with Pikachu at the cocktail bar munching on burdock chips and other snazzy food items whilst pilfering all the waiters and waitresses of their ballpoint pens. The silence was broken by Morty slithering over to him to latch onto his legs like some overgrown blonde leech, his voice muffled as he buried his face into the brunette's shins.

"Oh heyyyy~ The Messiah has come!"

Green pointed at Gold and then Silver who had managed to subdue Falkner and get him into some proper clothes.

"YOU ARE BOTH GROUNDED!"

Gold looked up at him aghast and Silver blinked and Gold turned back to Green looking like a kicked puppy.

"BUT MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM~!"

"NO BUT 'MUM'S!"

Green cut over him and Falkner stumbled over still flapping his arms as he collapsed next to Morty.

"I... I don't know what I'm doooingg..."

"ALL OF YOU ARE PERMANENTLY GROUNDED FOREVER!"

Green roared and Silver flinched, Gold was still looking like this was still the best fucking thing he'd done in the world and Morty who was still clinging to the psychologists' legs hiccoughed and stroked his ankles lovingly before staring up at Green adoringly.

Green made a mental note that whilst alcohol made these boys horny, and then stupid but it also made them bipolar as fuck.

"Hey... Hey Jesus? Will... Will I go to heaven?"

Green shook Morty off with a scowl.

"NO! And I'm NOT Jesus! Get off of my legs!"

Releasing the emerald eyed mans' legs dejectedly Morty slumped and Falkner hugged him in consolation. Green stared round the trashed room once more before glaring at them all.

"Once you lot get sober, you are in SUCH trouble."

Green contemplated slapping himself as the serious mood was broken by Silver collapsing into giggles. Sighing at the rude obnoxiousness of the four misfits in front of him Green pulled out his phone, intending to get Red up here and set them right.