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A/N:
Lc: Thanks for your review! I can't email you back, like I do to other people, so I'll just say it here. I'm glad you like the story, I hope you like the rest of it. .
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Warning: If you aren't prepared to imagine a pretty hilarious, drunk Portman, then I think you should prepare yourself before reading this chapter. But I must say a drunk Portman is pretty funny stuff.
Enjoy.
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The group stood in line to get into the club, almost in a circle facing each other, and Parker, in a barely audible voice asked, "How's Greenberg?"
Everyone looked at Jess knowing he would be the one to talk to him recently, "He's okay. He knows what's going on between you two now." Parker and Guy looked at each other, similar frowns on their faces, and dropped glances to the ground again.
"When he's ready, he'll come back," Max said putting his arm around Parker and pulling her to his side.
"Yeah," Cooper reassured locking arms with Guy and putting her head on his shoulder. "It'll be good. Anyway, today is about Mendoza, who is single, and cliché enough to say it: ready to mingle."
"What about you, Fulton?" Max asked, "Are you going to 'mingle it up'?"
Fulton shrugged, "Eh, not the mingling type. We'll see though."
Portman stood there, hands in his pockets, slowly rocking his body from front to back, balancing on his toes and heels, "Very true."
"You, Portman?" Max redirected the question.
"Dean Portman has a Katie, remember?" Luis said.
"Oh, yeah."
"False," Portman stared at the floor as the group became quiet, and it seemed the clamor around them quieted down as well.
"What?" Fulton asked in disbelief, "Since when?"
Portman peaked up from the ground to see eyes wide and jaws slightly dropped. "Since the walk from Jess's to Parker's."
"Dude, why didn't you say anything?" Guy asked as the line slowly moved up, and the group followed the flow.
"I didn't know what to say," Portman shrugged.
"'Katie and I broke up' sounds like a good start," Max commented and a hand flung towards him across Parker and Guy.
"Yeah, just remind him, idiot," Cooper shook her head.
"Can we just party- well not party, drink? No, dance, no," Portman was trying to think of the right word description for it, "Club the night away? I don't feel like dealing with it tonight, maybe tomorrow, or next week. Better yet, next month."
Cooper and Parker looked at each other, simultaneously walking away, from Max, who still had his arm around Parker, and Cooper, who walked away from Guy, who had his head atop of her head, and his bobbed as she walked towards Portman. The two wrapped their arms around The Bash Brother.
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"Actually, I think he's okay," Parker smiled to herself as she, Cooper, and Fulton crowded around each other.
"Or maybe he's just drunk enough to seem okay," Cooper added.
"Oh, he's definitely drunk enough," Fulton chuckled as Portman danced with the girl he met at the bar, getting a drink. Fulton looked to his right expecting to see Cooper, but she was grabbed by Max, "Then there were two." Fulton looked to his left to see Guy take Parker by the hand to go dance. Fulton shook his head, "I need a drink."
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"HA-HAA!" Portman screamed in Fulton's face as Fulton cringed with Portman's arm wrapped around his shoulder. "Fulton Reed, you are SUCH a good friend to-" Portman paused and giggled, "Oop, I spit on you, sawie."
Fulton clenched his teeth and faced Cooper, who walked beside him on the left, "Oh. My. God."
Cooper tried hard not to laugh, and wiped the spit off Fulton's face.
"Whoop," Parker almost toppled over onto the street, until Guy grabbed her arm. "Hero."
"You are definitely drunk because you just called me that," Guy held on to her.
"No, no. Not drunk. I am tipsy," Parker corrected.
"Oh, yeah, that's better." Guy put his arm around her, as she hugged him to walk steadily.
"One month Coop, you watch," Jess nodded towards Cooper, as Parker and Guy walked in front of the group.
Cooper rolled her eyes. "She's tipsy. She would hold on to the homeless person that just walked by if it meant he could hold her up."
"Yeah, yeah, you just watch."
The wind blew and Luis gasped running after a tiny piece of paper, "A number!"
The group watched him run after it, until Portman demanded, "Piggy back ride!" He grabbed onto Fulton's shoulders.
"Portman!" Fulton yelled, and Portman bended his knees to get ready, "NO!" Portman jumped on, and Fulton fell onto his knees, before falling on his face with Portman laughing, crushing Fulton into the ground.
"Parker's is right there, we'll just go there since its closer," Jess looked at Parker, who nodded in agreement.
"Yes, please," Fulton mumbled.