This update is pretty late, i know, and in the time I haven't written, I've gotten so many followers on this story and can I just say a massive THANK YOU to all of you readers because I love you and all your support, despite how terrible I am with update scheduling. Anyways, just a warning for this chapter, I have never been drunk, so if any of this is ridiculously farfetched, I'm sorry. I'm just guessing and making it dramatic. Enjoy x

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Stars burst in Jack's vision as he rubbed his eyes hard, trying to figure out if he was was seeing things or not. Nope, there he was. Earbud boy was sat at the bar on the next floor down, ordering a drink from the same waiter who'd given Jack a drink less than three minutes ago.

Talk about bad timing… He thought, scowling inwardly as he continued to stare at the boy. He wasn't in any danger of being spotted staring at him. Between Jack and the balcony railings, a thick grey pillar obstructed him from view of anyone on the lower levels. The only way the earbud boy would ever see him would be if he stood up, took ten steps to the right and squinted.

Jack watched as the boy took a sip of his drink, spinning the barstool around to face the dancefloor. Jack scanned the room quickly.

Was he here all alone?

His question was instantly answered as another familiar face appeared next to earbud boy. Ruff's victim, the waiter, Tadashi? Jack checked his phone for the time again.

9:55pm.

He supposed the two of them could have finished their shifts at the restaurant and this was a regular thing for them to do in the evening.

But this club was brand new…

It was opening night so maybe they were doing the same thing as everyone else, simply checking out the place, scoping it out.

Yeah sure, that was it.

Jack continued to watch closely as they talked. He couldn't lip-read but instead looked out for their body language and hand gestures. Darn that beanie. Jack couldn't even see the guy's face, let alone his expression. Tadashi looked happy enough though.

Wait- Jack froze. Were Tadashi and Earbud-? Were they a thing? They looked similar in age and had the same sense of style and apparently, conversation topics too.

His heart sank, but he continued to stare for the next fifteen minutes as they sat there, drinking and chatting, occasionally bursting into simultaneous fits of laughter.

Jack was beginning to get very hot and bothered. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and undid the first two buttons at his neck. But it didn't help. He knew it wasn't the temperature that was wrong. It was his own brain whirring and torturing him with impossible scenarios and stupid ideas that weren't at all reasonable. He just needed to calm down, just needed to-

"Jack, you coming?"

"Huh, what?"

"Are you coming?" Astrid repeated herself, "We're all gonna go burn up the dancefloor. You coming or what?" She was suddenly dragged away by Merida, who was giggling excitedly, one arm still hooked with Aster's.

"Oh yeah yeah, sure." Jack scrambled to his feet and followed the group down the spiral staircase to the lower floor.

Oh crap, the lower floor… Jack blanched as he realised what was happening. Earbud boy was gonna see him. See him making a complete ass of himself on the dancefloor.

Truthfully, Jack couldn't dance for shit.

"Oh man, I love this song!" Anna squealed as the music tempo shifted and a pop song Jack knew but didn't especially like blasted around the room. Not sure what else to do, Jack just stuck close to Tuff, who, Jack noticed with a jolt of worry, was staggering slightly with each step.

"Hey man, you alright?" He asked, "You don't wanna maybe sit down for a minute?"

"Lighten up dude, I'm completely sober…" Tuff hiccuped, "Hey, you know what?" He leaned right over, resting his chin on Jack's shoulder, "Y-you should go ask that chick to dance with us. She pretty hot, am I right?"

"Tuff, that's Ruffnut." Jack sighed.

"Oh. Right. Yeah, I knew that." He scoffed. "Anyway, bros before hoes! Dance with me, Frost!" He grabbed Jack's wrist and pulled. Jack suddenly found himself right in the centre of the dancefloor, completely blocked in by masses of bodies on all sides. Tuff was dancing, if you could call it that. Did gesticulating widely and headbanging like some insane rockstar count as dancing?

Jack tried to dance too. He really tried to enjoy himself, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Jack!" A voice pricked his ears up. He spun around and looked for the source of the voice. Astrid was stood at the bar, waving. Jack made his way over to her, swimming out of the sea of people.

"Hi." Jack smiled as he took a seat at the bar next to her, and slouched over the counter.

"What the heck is up with you tonight, Jack?" She asked. "You're usually the unstoppable party animal of the group, so what's going on?"

Jack saw both worry and annoyance in her eyes.

"I dunno, I'm just not feeling too great at the moment." He admitted.

"You were fine at the restaurant though. Is it because we got split up when we first got here? I'm real sorry about that Jack. I was gonna come down and find you, but I assumed you'd just gone and hooked up with someone like Aster said." She paused. "You know what? I know why you're acting so weird. You're not nearly drunk enough to have any fun. Nobody really likes clubs unless they're pissed out of their heads first… Can we get some shots over here please?"

"Astrid-" Jack began to protest, but then he realised that she was right. He wasn't drunk at all, or at least not enough to be having a good time. If he just lightened up a little, the night would go much better, right?

The waiter poured out two shot glasses and placed them in front of the two of them.

"To not being sober for work tomorrow!" Jack cheered, raising the glass.

"Yeah, that's the spirit!" Astrid clinked glasses with him and simultaneously, they both necked their drinks in one. "Ha, spirit, get it?"

"Two more and that'll do me for a few hours, I reckon." Jack said thickly, still screwing up his face from the strength of the alcohol running down his throat.

"Same for me then."

The waiter gave them two more each and they were immediately emptied too. Jack felt good now. With good, warm alcohol running through his bloodstream, he felt like himself again, how he was supposed to feel at the club. Carefree and irresponsible, and most importantly, fun.

Earbud boy completely fled his mind, and all he wanted to do was find Tuff and give him a run for his money with an epic air guitar battle. Now where was he?

"Hey Tuff-! Wait, hang on, one more." And Jack downed one more shot, which stung his throat but that only meant it was working. "C'mon Astrid, let's dance!"

"Ye-heah! That's the Jack I love!" Astrid whooped, downing her fourth shot too and grabbing Jack's outstretched hand. "Let's find the rest of the guys!"

The rest of the night went by in a bright, loud, fuzzy blur. Jack forgot how many shots he'd taken after his eighth, and to be honest, he didn't care after that point. He was having way too much fun to worry about anything besides the beat of the crappy pop music and his killer dancing.

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It had just gone one in the morning when things started to get a little too bright, a little too loud, and way too fuzzy. Jack managed to worm his way out of the sweaty mosh pit of dancers and into the bathrooms. It took him three or four tries to even open the door.

"Wow… I am soooooo dru-unk." He laughed as the door finally gave way and he crashed through it. He managed to catch himself before colliding with a few guys he didn't know who were just coming out. They laughed giddily at him and then left.

Jack leaned over the sink, staring at himself in the mirror for the second time that night. The door banged shut but he barely heard it. The bathroom mirror was spinning, doing full barrel rolls, causing his face to look distorted. It made his eyes hurt. The thumping bass, still deafeningly loud wasn't helping either.

Wait, the mirror wasn't spinning… It was Jack's head.

What was wrong with him? Jack had never been such a lightweight… He was famous for being able to hold a crazy amount of liquor for his size, especially compared to Kristoff and Flynn, who'd usually be out after just two beers, despite being a good head taller than him.

But he had taken four shots tonight, as well as at least four beers.

Maybe he had gotten a little carried away?

"Nah," He laughed, shaking his head and giving himself his trademark grin in the mirror before exiting back out into the flashing strobe light forest

He'd barely taken two steps out of the bathroom when he was tackled against the wall and enveloped by another body pressing against his. A pair of lips smashed against his and he gasped through his nose in surprise.

He wanted to push whoever it was off of him, but at the same time, why should he? Coherent thoughts weren't something Jack was concerned with right now. He kissed the mysterious person back, laughing inbetween snogs and enjoying the strong taste of whiskey staining his partners tongue.

They made out for what felt like ages, but all too soon, the lips disappeared and Jack leaned forward, wanting them back, before opening his eyes.

"What the- Rapunzel?!"

"Oh crap, Jack!" She cried, grabbing fistfuls of her hair. "I thought you were Eu- Flynn! I'm so sorry, it's way too dark in here. Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed!" She was clearly distraught, and Jack nearly laughed at her. After all, she did look kinda funny with her hair all mussed up and lipstick smeared across her face.

"S-alright, Punzie." Jack smirked, "You're not a half-bad kisser, anyway."

"Oh shut up." She snapped. "This never happened, okay?" She fixed him with a piercing 'You tell anyone and I'll kill you' stare before stomping off again.

Jack didn't know what to do now. That had been a weird experience, all right… He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to look Flynn in the eye for a while, that was for certain.

He stood there, slumped against the wall for a few minutes, smiling stupidly to himself. It was weird. He wasn't that close to Rapunzel, but something about sharing a kiss with her made him feel strange. Betraying Flynn also made him ashamed, even though it wasn't technically his fault.

"Yo, Jack!" Gogo was clicking her fingers in his face.

Speaking of being able to hold your liquor…

"Hey, what happened to you? You alright?" She was staring at him like she'd seen a ghost.

"Y-yeah, I'm good." Jack said, trying to keep his voice flat, "Just y'know, watching…"

"Okayy, well I'm gonna pretend that's not creepy at all and just leave you to do whatever the heck it is you're doing… Catch ya later!" And she bounced off again, instantly being swept away by the tide of people.

As he continued to watch, which, in Jack's mind, wasn't creepy at all, his stomach churned and his head continued to swim circles. Eyes darting from light to light, ears throbbing with every bass drop, it was all getting to be too much.

Alright. Nope. Jack was definitely going to throw up. At inhuman speed, he spun around and ran back into the bathroom, shutting himself into a cubicle and immediately retching into the toilet bowl.

"Urgh, god…" He groaned after the majority of his Kamo Charcoal Grill splashed into the water.

He continued to throw up for a few minutes, until he was dry heaving painfully. His throat stung and his breath must've been disgusting, but he couldn't stay in here all night. Besides, throwing up was a pretty regular part of a night out for Jack. It usually didn't happen until at least the morning after though…

As he flushed the toilet and returned to his spot at the mirror, a pale, frightened face looked back at him. It took Jack a moment to realise it was his reflection. The real Jack and his pale-faced imposter stared at each other for a few seconds.

And then the world was tipping sideways. The imposter disappeared, as did the mirror. Jack heard a loud crack and then his vision went black.

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Okayyyyy, so how'd you like that one? Jack's night isn't quite going to plan, is it? I'm sorry if you're getting impatient with the lack of HiJack so far, but I pinky promise that it'll all kick off next chapter.

Shoutouts

JakeTheStoryTeller: Thank you x and also, that's some good (although not motivational) life advice! I'm pretty sure people with any social skills whatsoever don't spend their time writing HiJack fanfiction and reading yaoi manga so it's fine... hehe hehe *sigh* And your reviews aren't annoying at all, I love talking to readers and other authors so don't worry!

Snowflakesandangels: Awww thanks x well here you go. Bet you weren't expecting this to happen though, were ya? Neither did I tbh, it just slipped out and my fingers just wrote it without my brain's consent lol. Thanks for the review xx

Two of the broken masks: I'm planning on having Hiccup's first language be English, but then he speaks Japanese when he's at work because the boss insists, so don't worry about too much translating, but I'll definitely give you a message if I need some help so thank you xx

A Frozen Shadow: Thank you very much, I shall definitely try x Thanks for following too!

RedxGhost50: First off, nice username! And thanks for the review, I'll try to update soon, but I can't make any promises unfortunately...

Okay, so this chapter was a little longer than usual, but hope you enjoyed nonetheless. I'm really not great at writing kiss scenes and even though this one wasn't really a significant one, I hope it was oka-yy?

PS did you notice how Rapunzel nearly said something she shouldn't have? How funny would it be if drunk!Jack found out Flynn's real name...?

Until next time, thanks for reading. Review if you want more, Avani x