"We're never going to find him in this fucking mess. Might as well order some food…" Andrew plopped himself down at the bar facing the dance floor. Jack sat next to him and started turning back and forth on his spiny stool, "you don't even know if this is the club he went to." "I have a good feeling he's here…It's just like the club he always runs off to at home when he's feeling down. Food, dancing and booze? Nate's here somewhere…" Both men peered into the crowd of over a hundred dancing bodies, moving together in the dim light. After getting some pizza and beer, Andrew pounded the bar with his hammer hands, "Fuck it! Why do we have to be his baby sitters all the time?" Jack wiped the cheese from his mouth with the back of his sleeve and started to answer his friend's question when suddenly, the room got a whole lot brighter and a whole lot quitter. A middle aged man stepped up onto a small stage in the back of the club with a microphone. He shouted "Let the karaoke commence!" and the crowd cheered. There was a moment of awkwardness that was saved by a skinny, short man stumbling his way onto the stage and grabbing the mic while slurring "I got thisss." The middle aged man left the stage and the skinny man turned to face the crowd. Andrew's jaw dropped. "Oh my god." Jack jumped off his barstool, clapping and letting out a "WOOOOOO GO NATEEE!" Andrew grabbed the guitarists shoulder and pulled him back down as they watched the stage. Nate was smiling like a mad man and intoxicated as fuck. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and tried to pull up his suspenders but they just fell off of his boney shoulders again. "Hoow aer you doin tanight, errbodyy!" Some people in the crowd whooped and Nate grinned, leaning heavy on his mic stand. "Goood goood. Noe, I wanna..I wanna sing…this song. For mah two best friends..in the WHOLE wide world…..and! they are hereer! Back thereee! Stand up guyz!" Jack jumped up and waved at the cheering crowd as Andrew put his head on the bar, completely mortified. "Jack sit the fuck down!" The pianist growled under his breath. Nate looked hurt on stage, "Coomeee onnn Andyyyy! Stand upp!" Andrew just sank lower and lower, wishing his could disappear. Nate giggled and whispered into the mic "he's a little shyy." Before Andrew even had time to get angry over that last comment, he heard an all too familiar sound echoing through the speakers and he looked up to see Nate bent over, puking on the stage. The crowd booed and just as Nate was about to attempt to sing, he was dragged off the stage by some security. But not before he yelped a quick "ANDY HALP MEE!" into the mic before dropping it on the stage. Jack smacked Andrew's shoulder "Come on, dude! We gotta go save him!" Andrew, still embarrassed, crossed his arms. "Why should we? The jackass got himself into this mess so he can get himself out!" Jack rolled his eyes and scampered off to go see where they took Nate. After running around the club and asking "Where did the puke guy go?" countless times, Jack finally found Nate out on the sidewalk smoking. Relieved, he patted his best friend on the back. "Come on, my karaoke bar super star, time to get you back to the hotel." Nate gave him a pitiful look and flicked his cigarette to the ground amongst a pile of butts. "Was the point, Jackk? I'm a fucking idiot aren't I?" Jack joined him, sitting on the cement, "naw man. You just can't handle your alcohol sometimes. It's okay, it happens to the best of us." Nate shook his head violently, "no no noo, not that. My life, Jackk. Was the point of it?" "Nate, we're not having this discussion here. Come on, man." Jack stood and helped his poor wasted friend up. As they began the walk back to the hotel, Jack sent a quick text back to Andrew at the club. Found him! Walking back. You coming? A few minutes he got the reply… Later.