Hey everyone, this is my first fan fiction, I hope you enjoy. :D

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Regular Show

"OHHHHHH!" Rigby shouted as Mordecai downed yet another can of beer. Mordecai slammed the can down on the kitchen table and bent over.

"Uh, no more dude, I'm fading," Mordecai panted.

"Oh, come on, Mordecai, you're about to beat the record!" Rigby pleaded.

"But we've got work to do tomorrow."

"Screw that, man!"

Rigby ran over to the counter, collecting together an assortment of different drinks and proceeding to mix them all together in one cup. Rigby smirked at Mordecai as he did so, showing that he didn't give a care in the world. Mordecai looked at him like he was crazy. He gestured a 'bottoms up' to the blue jay and took a huge gulp of the devilish concoction. The raccoon winced and froze on the spot.

"You okay, dude?" Mordecai asked. Rigby replied in a high-pitch tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he squealed.

A man in a yellow shirt wandered through to the kitchen and asked where the bathroom was.

"First door on the right upstairs," Mordecai replied.

"Thanks, dudes, this party's the best!" the man complimented.

"You hear that, Mordecai? We're a hit!" Rigby exclaimed. "You can't burn out now!"

"I only wanna save myself for later, dude," Mordecai explained.

"Whatever! You can continue being laaaaame! But I'm only just getting started, baby!"

Rigby took another swig of his mixed drink and his face contorted with disgust. Mordecai shook his head and left the kitchen to hang out with everyone else.

The two park groundskeepers had been blessed with the day off and had decided to throw an awesome house party. And this one was going fantastically well; even Muscle Man and Hi-Five Ghost were impressed. Loads of people had turned up and everyone seemed to be having fun. This party looked like it might make Mordecai and Rigby quite popular guys in town.

Rigby followed Mordecai into the living room where everyone was socialising.

"Too bad Margaret isn't here, dude," Rigby said, elbowing his friend with a grin.

"Nah, I'm over her," Mordecai replied nonchalantly.

"What? Really?" Rigby exclaimed, in genuine shock. The bird turned around to face him.

"Yeah, she's hot but she's got, like, no personality, dude."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, man."

"I just wanna find someone who actually gets me, you know. Someone who isn't just looking for somebody to fuck, but somebody to love instead."

A guy wearing a Yankees cap, who had been overhearing their conversation burst out laughing.

"That's lame as shit, dude!" he yelled.

"Piss off, man," Rigby snarled in defence of his friend.

"No, it's fine," Mordecai said, rubbing the back of his head. "I was being lame."

"There's nothing lame about opening up about your feelings, man," Rigby told him.

"…Thanks," Mordecai awkwardly replied. He hadn't expected his friend to be so understanding, since Rigby would have usually mocked him in a situation like this. The blue jay didn't overthink it though, they were both tipsy after all.

As time went on, many people started to leave, and Mordecai and Rigby were getting a little worried. Plus, drunk Rigby was beginning to put off the guests.

"Rigby, our party's starting to tank and it's only 11pm!" Mordecai anxiously informed his friend. A group of people shuffled past them and wandered out the front door.

"Hey! Where are you guys going?" Rigby slurred and threw an empty can at the wall, almost hitting Muscle Man by accident.

"Hey, watch it, Rigby!" he said gruffly.

"Muscle Man, I thought you were having a good time?" Rigby wined.

"I am. But we've got work tomorrow, bro," Muscle Man replied in an uncharacteristically sensible tone. "I'm a responsible employee."

Rigby groaned as Muscle Man and Hi Five Ghost left.

"Well, we better start cleaning up," Mordecai sighed.

"Wait… I think I have an idea!" Rigby announced and clumsily ran up to their bedroom. Then Rigby reappeared at the top of the stairs and Mordecai smiled. The drunk raccoon was now wearing his old high school Fist Pump cap and was holding a transparent plastic bag of weed and a red coloured bong.

"Stoner buuuds!" Rigby chanted.

"No, Rigby, I'm so drunk," Mordecai slurred.

"You guys have weed?" a guy across the living room chimed in. "Can I have some?"

Mordecai and Rigby looked at each other.

"How much you got there?" Mordecai asked.

"Bout an eighth," Rigby replied. The blue jay paused.

"Everyone is allowed one hit each," Mordecai said finally. Rigby responded with an 'OOOOOH'.

And with that, the party evolved into a smoke sesh. Rigby opened the windows, put some cool music on, and the small remainder of partygoers came into the living room to chill. The two best mates sat on the sofa together and began to feel a buzz.

"Dude, light me another," Rigby said. Mordecai laughed slowly and deeply as he lit the bong and Rigby sucked in. The raccoon then waddled over and relaxingly blew the waft of smoke out the window. "That's niiiiice."

"You're the best, Rigby, d'you know that," Mordecai mumbled.

"Well duuuh, everyone knows that!" Rigby gloated, slumping back on to the sofa, enjoying the soft feeling against his back. Mordecai brought his wing round and rested it on the edge of the sofa behind the raccoon's head. He was, all of a sudden, feeling that deep connection with Rigby he knew too well. The feeling that he never ever wanted to leave his friend's side. The feeling which was so profound; stemmed from the fact that they'd always been there for each other. Rigby may have been immature and unreliable at times, but Mordecai understood that he had a good heart and that given the chance, Rigby would sacrifice almost anything for their friendship. This level of devotion was something that Mordecai never wanted to take for granted, and for that, he felt extremely close to Rigby – so close that he internally questioned time and time again whether they could ever be more than friends.

Mordecai stared at Rigby's hair and amidst his cross-faded stupor, he really wanted to touch it. He began to play with the tufts of his friend's hair ever so gently that the raccoon didn't even notice, feeling how soft his fur was. Mordecai got a small surprise as Rigby suddenly moved but the raccoon hadn't noticed the touching. Instead, he put down the bong on the coffee table and took a gulp from a cup.

"Wait, this isn't mine," Rigby claimed in confusion. He quickly shrugged it off, settled down, and continued drinking. Mordecai returned to dabbling his fingers through his friend's hair.

"What is going on here?!"

An ever so familiar voice could be heard from the hallway. Mordecai's pulse flew into overdrive as he heard it. It was Mordecai and Rigby's boss, Benson. The blue jay took his hand away from Rigby's hair in a flash and nudged him.

"Rigby, quickly, hide it!" Mordecai gasped. Rigby's eyes darted around in a panic looking for a space to hide the weed. He dropped the cup he was holding on the floor and was forced to scuttle out the other door of the lounge with the bag and bong. Benson stormed into the lounge and his face turned a bright red.

"MORDECAAAAAI?" Benson shouted. "Who are all these people?"

"Come on, man. We're just chillin'" one of the guys said.

"Well you can stop 'chilling' right now and get out of this house!" Benson raged. "And Mordecai – and Rigby, wherever he is – you better clean up all of this mess by tomorrow morning or YOU'RE FIRED!"

All the guests groaned and got up off the floor. Benson crossed his arms and waited for all the upset 'party-goers' to leave.

"Come on Benson, it's our day off!" Mordecai complained, getting up from the sofa.

"Actually, Mordecai, it's just passed midnight which means your day off is over!" Benson replied furiously. "And you shouldn't be letting random people in the park after dark!"

Benson stormed out the house; his hatred for the two slackers was at an immeasurable level. Mordecai moaned and Rigby reappeared in the room.

"Hey! Where did everyone go?" Rigby whined.

"The party's over dude," Mordecai grumbled. "Benson says we have to clean it all up now."

"Aw, what?!"

Rigby threw his paws in the air in annoyance.

"Let's just be thankful that Benson didn't smell the weed," Mordecai assured. "Now, come on, the sooner we tidy up this mess, the sooner we can go enjoy the rest of our high."

So, with that, the two fed up stoners had to launch themselves into work mode...

a/n: In case you hadn't got the hint, yes, this is a Morby story lol. I have a first draft of the whole thing but I'm still adding in ideas so expect Chapter two in the new year.