Blink sighed and crossed his arms over Donald's face on his chest. Yes, despite their aversion to their jobs, it didn't stop all of them from using their discounts on merchandise or picking up the odd shirt from property control. The reason for his essential poutiness was the fact that going out and getting drunk in a bar near their apartment building by UCF (in which they were the only non-college students) was his idea but he had, in fact, lost their game of paper-scissors-rock and had to be the designated driver. So now it was official. First He blinded him, now He wouldn't allow him to get wasted. God must've surely hated him.
Blink surveyed the scene. Mush, who could never hold his liquor, was fast asleep on his shoulder, grinning about something but then again, Mush always smiled in his sleep. Jack more than often joked that he could become a porn star with that, ahem, talent.
Sarah was just as bad at holding her liquor, however, she had had even less than Mush and was asleep on the bar, her face resting in her folded arms.
Skittery and Specs had given up on drinking about twenty minutes ago. Specs had decided that a public venue was the perfect spot for a make out session and had hopped on Skittery's lap. The two hadn't come up for air since.
David, Jack and Bumlets were the only three holding strong. Granted, David was far more conservative with his alcohol consumption, which kind of contributed to the fact that he wasn't passed out as his sister was. The same, however, could not be said for the former Goofy and Aladdin. They had had about three chugging contests that night. Jack had won all three and chalked it up to his Irish heritage. Currently, they were singing one of the most loathed songs amongst post-pubescents, parents, cast members and regular adults alike.

"It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small, small world!" they shouted in unison, gaining the attention of half of the people in the bar.

Jack let out a cackle of laughter and tipped his bottle to his lips. Blink decided to end this.

"Oh, wow," he said in mock surprise, looking at his watch. "It's late. I have to book it home because I have to get to HISK early tomorrow."

A blatant lie. He usually just hung around in the break room watching old footage of Disney's Star of the Day before he went out in the afternoon. Thankfully, Mush wasn't awake to debunk his story.

"Alright," David said, pulling out his wallet and tossing two twenties on the bar. The bartender took them but not without casting a dirty look at Jack and Bumlets.

Blink eased Mush off of him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. He kicked the leg of Skittery's stool.

"You two sober?" he queried.

"I'm sober," Specs remarked.

Blink reached over and stuck his hand into Bumlets's back pocket. Too drunk to remember his name, the boy obliged.

"Drive them home," he handed the keys to Specs. "I'll take Mush and Sarah."

That decided, the group shakily made their way out of the bar.

--

David, who was mostly sober by that point in time, dragged Jack into their apartment and flopped him onto the bed only to have him slide off. It was at that moment that Jack decided that all he wanted to do was kick his legs about and roll around on the floor, allowing his shirt to ride up.

"Come on," he said, tapping his foot and nearly falling over in the process. Okay, maybe he wasn't entirely sober.

Much to his surprise, Jack grabbed the side of the bed and hoisted himself up.

"Davey," he mewled. "C'mere."

He shook his head. "No, Jack. We're broken up, remember? Last week you said you were bored?"

'I ain't bored no more," he smiled mischievously. "I want you, Davey."

"You're drunk."

"You're high!"

He sighed. "Jack, no I'm not and stop quoting Arrested Development."

The show was a favorite of David's that he often made Jack watch with him when they were "on again." He knew that Jack secretly liked it even though he said it was too smart for him.

"I may be drunk," Jack said, the arm supporting him started to shake. "But I am undrunk enough to know that I want you. Now."

David weighed his options. He could push Jack on the bed and wait until he passed out to crawl in himself or stop being a prudish teenager and hop in bed with him. He chose the latter.

"Alright, Jack," he rolled his eyes. "I'm coming."

"Not yet," Jack cackled like a little kid. "But you will be."

Rolling his eyes again, David made it over to him in more or less of a straight line. Deciding that it'd be better that Jack remain upright for the initial foreplay, he put his arms around him. Kissing Jack was never the same. Sometimes he wondered if he practiced different techniques while they were broken up since each time was different. The only thing they had in common was that it was like watching the fireworks show at Disney. You know, actual good ones that weren't the local rednecks in the surrounding Central Florida towns, shooting bottle rockets into their beer bottles. It was like a big flower blooming in their chest, exploding with might and amazement. Okay, enough upright.
David pushed Jack onto the bed and he took it from there. Jack may have been drunk but he wasn't going to let himself be submissive because of it. It was an ego thing.

"Wow," David giggled, still not entirely sober. "Definitely not a small world down there."

"You better believe it!" Jack crowed.

--

Sarah awoke sometime in the middle of the night. She was on the couch but, because of her sole consumption of two beers before her teeth went numb and she fell asleep, she was lucky enough not to have a hangover. The same, however, could not be said for her roommate. Judging by the snores, he had been brought into the bedroom. Deciding to check on him to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit, Sarah made her way into the room. Bumlets was on his stomach, rump sticking high in the air like a little kid. Whoever had put him in bed--Blink most likely--knew the right position to do so.
She yawned and decided to take in the Olympian God-to-life body of her roommate topped off by that gorgeous, thick dark hair that drew him comparisons with the very character he portrayed and his chiseled-yet-soft face. Not that she was in love with him although it wouldn't be the first time Sarah had fallen for a gay guy. Through college, she had lusted after Jack until finding out that he was seeing her brother. And that wasn't even the first time. In high school, she dated a guy who claimed blind that his name was Spot who lived in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn. He was hot and oozed bad boy vibes. Then she found him in bed with some Italian guy fresh from Gamblers Anonymous, or so Spot said. Then there was the lonesome rocker with anger issues, Oscar DeLancey. As it turned out, he was buggering Skittery (this was, of course, pre Skittery meeting Specs). After that, she hooked up with a hot blonde boy who said that he wanted to be called Dutchy and nothing else. They dated for a bit until she found out that he was sleeping with Specs on the side. After that, and her prolonged crush on Jack, Sarah had been disheartened enough to take a break from dating. She had convinced herself that she was just a beacon for gay boys wanting to investigate heterosexual life.
But with Bumlets, it was different. She didn't feel any sexual impulses towards him or anything. She just plain liked him. Which, naturally, would surely prove catastrophic.

--

"You. Stop. Up. Now," Jack bemoaned, rolling onto his stomach.

David shook his head as he got changed after his shower.

"Hangover kicking in yet?" he asked with a devilish grin.

"No talkie. But if you must know, yes," however, defying his hangover, Jack stood up and stretched his arms. "Luckily, I don't have to go in until Spectro tonight."

"Brill," David rolled his eyes and buttoned his pants as Jack named the popular nighttime parade at Disney.

"Unlike you!" he cheered. "I bet you gotta hangover."

"I do," he rubbed his head to prove his point. "But I requested today off. Les is in town."

"No way!" Jack exclaimed. "You didn't tell me that. I love that little fucker!"

"I'd prefer it if you didn't call my brother a little fucker."

Jack waved his hand before jumping out of bed. Moaning, he grabbed his head.

"Owww," he moaned. "Cold shower. Now."

David shook his head but before he would allow Jack to wash up--he was, in fact, quite sticky from the night before--there was something he needed to address.

"Jack?" he queried. "Are we back together or was that drunken fucking?"

He paused. "Well, what do you want it to be?"

"The former."

"Then we're back together," he rolled his eyes. "Now let me shower so we can go see the little fu--Les."

David shook his head but he couldn't keep the smile from springing onto his face.