A/N: I am so sorry for not updating like I've been promising. First my internet craps out for the longest time and then my house floods and I lose all of my slash and yaoi I was working on. I'm having to start from scratch. And I'm having to be secretive cos Mum and Dad don't exactly approve of the whole "gay" thing and my computer is finger print access and Dad made a point of programming his fingerprint in. Grr. Whatever. I through this fic together at the last second, just to give you guys something to look at while I try to peice my slash collection back together. :-( Oh, and...PLEASE REVIEW!! I FEEL SO NEGLECTED!! NO ONE LOVES THE STRUGGLING AUTHOR!! -cries- Okay. I'm done :-)

"One. Just one. That's all I want is one." Reid begged.

"No, Reid. I'm not going to." Tyler huffed.

"You're acting like it's going to kill you."

"Because this time it probably will."

"Come on, Ty. Last time wasn't all that bad. One little shot of vodka isn't gonna kill you."

"You're right. One little shot of vodka didn't kill me last time. It was the fifth shot that made me stand up on the bar and start singing "Don't You Forget About Me" while downing vodka shots number six, seven and eight."

"But you were so good at singing!"

"Reid. Do you think I'm retarded or something? Have you seen the youtube video? Oh wait, that's right. You helped Meg edit the tape together to cut out the scene where I kissed you in a drunken stupor. All three times."

Reid said nothing for a long moment.

"Are you sure you don't want the shot?" He finally asked.

With an irritated growl, Tyler jerked the glass from his blond lover and downed the shot. Five minutes later, Reid pushed him into shot number two. Tyler ordered shot three himself, as well as number four and five.

"Nicky, I gotta borrow your sound system for a second." Tyler slurred.

Nicky raised one eyebrow before glancing to Reid. The blond shrugged. Nicky shrugged too and watched what Tyler did to the sound system. After a few minutes of tangling wires and giggling, he apparently accomplished his task and shakily climbed on top of the bar. Once he was on his elevated vantage point, he heard a few whistles and cat-calls.

"Yeah, yeah. I know that last time I entertrai...entertained yous guys by singing some song from tha 80s. Well I gots a song that's a little more modern. I give to you, "Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss" by the Bloodhound Gang. And if you don't like it, fuck you!" Tyler slurred with a grin.

He pushed play on his iPod and stumbled off the bar. Five minutes later when the song finally ended and Reid was dragging the brunette out of the bar, Tyler seemed to have a brief moment of clarity in the midst of his drunkeness.

"You fucker. You knew I'd give in for numbers one and two and then carry on. If I wake up tomorrow and see I'm on youtube dancing drunk again, Ima kill you."

Reid laughed. No. There wouldn't be a drunken Tyler dancing on youtube in the morning. One of those was enough. Instead, there would be a drunken Chase and Caleb griding in a dark corner to a Bloodhound Gang song.

"Three cheers for drunks." Reid giggled.

A/N: I apologize again. I really wanted to update and I had like, 85 pages of a full-lenght fic I was working on and it was all lost in the flood. Add to that the Drarry slash I was working on and the two original yaoi I was planning on postion to fictionpress and I'm sooooo far behind where I want to be right now. Oh well. I hope you guys understand. Please review!