With all of his cares slowly draining, Beck continued to drink and laugh. He felt himself become less angry and more at peace with his current state of mind. His though process slowed and any thought or remembrances of Jade were soon gone.
Tori, Robby, and Cat soon gave up on questioning him about his thoughts.
"Guys!" he hiccupped, "Guys, this is great!"
Beck grabbed the girls and pulled them into a tight hug. Robby tried to hug too, but was pushed away by Beck.
He fell over backwards off the couch and landed with his back on the floor.
"Ow." He proclaimed, "Son of a bitch."
"Oh, I am so sorry man." Beck called, holding out a hand to help him up.
Robby pulled him down with a chuckle so he was on the floor next to him.
Then he kissed him.
Cat gasped. Tori smiled.
"Aww!" she squealed, "How adorable."
Beck was speechless; Robby had a small smile on his face. His face quickly turned horrified when he realized that Beck looked a slight bit embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Beck," he started, "I don't know what that was. I'm really so—"
Beck had leaned in and kissed him again, this time with a little bit more force.
"Let's party." Beck said, pulling himself and Robby from the floor.
They had a blast. The night continued into the late hours.
Beck woke the next morning in Robby's bedroom. His shoulder hurt and he smelled like booze.
He remembered moving violently and smelling cologne. He turned around and looked on the bed beside him.
Robby was sleeping softly. Great going, nutjob. You've done and got yourself screwed by the oddball. His head was howling at him.
He had a headache.
He had questions.
He was confused.