Numerous alcohol bottles littered the carpet around where Pete and Josh were sitting, laughing drunkenly. Having finished off the last bottle in close proximity, Josh struggled to his feet in order to try and find some more alcohol…and promptly fell flat on his butt. Naturally, this set Pete off on another round of bad, drunken laughter. At least they hadn't resorted to pulling out a CD and trying to sing along with it.
"Need a hand?" Pete asked (or rather half-yelled), managing to stand up without falling over, and offering Josh a hand. Josh took it, pulling a little too hard and sending Pete sprawling half-on, half-off the couch.
"Now that," Josh shouted, standing up and swaying in increasingly wide circles, "is why you should never trust me." Swaying to the left, Josh slammed a hand against the wall, trying to hold himself up and prevent him from falling over yet again.
"Never trust anybody!" Pete yelled too as Josh went in search of yet more alcohol. Together, their blood alcohol level would have been enough to fell an elephant, yet somehow they were still managing to stay awake.
"To friends!" Josh said once he'd walked back into the living room and handed Pete a beer, who had managed to sit on the couch properly.
"Best friends forever!" Pete said, downing half of the bottle in one straight gulp. He managed a few seconds of having a straight face before he started laughing and, since he was still drinking, started to choke on the alcohol.
"Not so much!" Josh said, pulling the bottle away from Pete and beginning to punch his back, sending Pete sprawling, yet again. Pete just sat there, a huge grin on his face before scrabbling back up to resume his suddenly-lost place on the couch.
"Gimme my beer back!" Pete stretched out, trying to grab his beer bottle back from Josh, but the latter simply moved it out of reach. Pete sighed, and slid across to the other side of the couch, looking in the opposite direction to Josh. A few seconds later, Josh had slid up to sit very close to Pete.
"Hey, Pete—" Josh whispered, barely comprehensible, and Pete turned around to try and understand what Josh was going to say better. You can probably guess what happened next.
They kissed.
Well, more accurately, their lips touched for a brief amount of time before they both pulled back. Josh tried to clear his vision, which had suddenly given him two copies of everything in site.
"Why are there two Petes?" he muttered, somewhat stupidly.
Given this state of confusion, Pete decided to take a chance, and leaned in to kiss Josh. A proper kiss this time, more accurately described as frenching. After an indistinguishable amount of time, at least for the two involved, they pulled back, a look of confusion on both their faces.
It didn't last long however.
Josh chose that exact moment to feel, and be, sick all over Pete.