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A/N: Okay the real too drunk to walk! Should Sandy be in this story Please review or else I'm discontinuing this story. I apologize for this awful chapter, my first writing of it was really good! Until I deleted it. 😡😥

Ponyboy's POV

Well, I can't feel any worse. I knew I got rock bottom when I picked up Two-Bit's beer.

"Bottoms up, kiddo," he slurred. He was too drunk to stop me. Soon, we were betting on how much I could drink. Dallas came and saw me. He decided he wanted to watch the firework show when Darry came, but Soda beat him to the punch.

"Two-Bit! What did you guys do?" Soda all but shrieked when he saw me holding a beer.

"Not me, I'm innocent Two-Bit did it." Dallas blamed Two-Bit.

"Come on Pony." He helped me brush my teeth and laid me in bed, trying to pass me as sick.

Darry's POV

My aching, tight back muscles were already screaming at me to get a back rub from Sodapop. The house was only quiet when I walked in. I was thankful for the guys for being respectful of Ponyboy's illness.

"Soda, what's going on?" I asked suspiciously.

"N-nothing Dar. I'm givin' ya a back rub." He sputtered.

"You are awful at lying Soda." I informed him. I got up and went to Pony's and Soda's dark room.

"Hey Pone. How you feeling?" I murmured to my sick and sleeping baby brother.

"Hey Dar. Not good." He told me, his voice off. When I got closer, the stench of alcohol hit me.

"Ponyboy Michael Curtis what did you do?" I nearly screamed. He shook.

"Well, Two-Bit was drinking and it looked like the pain would go away. I only meant to have one but Two-Bit was teasing me about how I couldn't handle more and eventually I had three or so beers. Please don't yell Darry. I'm sorry." He said. A few tears spilling out of his green orbs.

I didn't know wether to comfort him or smack some common sense into him. I decided to punish him instead.

"50 push-ups go." I told him evenly, trying to drain myself of anger and fear. He nodded and started. At 16 he threw up. Soda skunked in and comforted him while he puked.

He finished the push-ups, throwing up again at 43.

"20 push-ups then your done." I told him. Soda tried to stick up for him, telling me he was still sick but it was his choice to drink. He finished the push-ups and I sent him to bed.

"Two-Bit, what were you thinking? The social worker could have seen him and they would be thrown in a boys home so fast it would make your head spin." I continued to lecture him.

Dallas's POV

I thought Darry was going to kill Two-Bit. His face was bright red.

"Come on Darry, he's a teenager. I didn't force him to and I was drunk." Bad move, I thought, always keep quiet when being lectured by a Darry or any other big guy. My thought was confirmed when Darry got in Two-Bit's face. Two-Bit pushed him back and soon they were brawling.

"Guys, stop your friends." I told them as I pulled Darry off of Two-Bit.

"Let me at him." Darry seethed at Two-Bit.

"Darry, Two-Bit was drunk. It was dumb and risky, but he wouldn't have done it if he would have been sober." I told them both. This is odd, I thought, Dallas the peacemaker. I need a drink. I'm way too soft.

I walked out, leaving the two of them all alone. I hoped Two-Bit wouldn't need a new face anytime soon. I headed to Bucks ready to get drunk and maybe find a nice greasy broad. I smirked.

A/N: I hope that wasn't too awful or too OOC. Dallas is suppose to be like that though because he does actually care about the gang.