Author's Note: Songs I use are Underlined, chapter titles in bold. Revision 4-15-2018
Katy Perry – Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)
Thank God it's Friday – or – Sunday
"Balthazar, no. I'm not going out with you again. Wasn't Thursday enough?"
Sunday afternoon, Castiel found himself sitting cross-legged on the couch rereading The Hobbit for the dozenth time. He had spent all of Saturday rearranging the apartment furniture, unpacking his things, going on a Target supply run, sending Balthazar to go grocery shopping – unsurprised to have him comeback with only alcohol – and then having to go on a grocery run himself.
So now, here they were again at, he glanced at his watch - 3:48PM - and for the second time that weekend Balthazar was trying to get Castiel out to Club Purgatoryt.
"Come on Caaasssiiiieee!" Balthazar whined.
Castiel closed his book and rested it on his lap. "It's Cas-tiel." He corrected him as though he were talking to a child. "Besides, I have told you before. I already went out with you this weekend and I would prefer not to go again. I have work tomorrow morning."
His older brother smirked. "Oh alright then, what say we drink here, mate?"
Castiel frowned. "Drinking here doesn't change the fact that I have to work tomorrow."
"What if we start drinking right now?" Balthazar asked eagerly. "We start drinking now, and then tonight you can get to bed early and be fine for work tomorrow!" He plopped down on the chair beside the couch. "I'll even invite some friends over!"
The younger Novak narrowed his eyes. "Friends? You've only been here for a week Balthazar-,"
"Well Cassie, dearest, not everyone is as socially inept as you."
Castiel waved his hand impatiently and opened his book again. "Invite whoever you'd like Balthazar, but I will not be participating in your… activities."
Balthazar shrugged. "Suit yourself, Cassie."
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Castiel Novak did not get inebriated
He didn't know how many times he had told this to his brothers, but they didn't feel the need to listen. It didn't matter what type of alcohol; the point was simple. Alcohol prompted Castiel to do things he normally wouldn't do. Five things to be exact, and five different types of alcohol. Whiskey provoked Castiel to confess his feelings. Beer made him friendly and in some cases flirty. Tequila made him take his clothes off. Wine made him deeply reflect every life decision he had ever made and vodka… well vodka made him a clingy needy mess-
Wait a minute-
He'd been through this already this week. He looked down at his hand and found that he was clutching a glass of Sea Breeze. His throat was dry and he took an instinctive drink from the glass in his hand suddenly aware that he couldn't even taste the liquid at this point. He looked up taking in his surroundings. He was standing at the bar. He glanced straight ahead and noticed the sitting area he had just left. Balthazar was sitting beside a rugged southerner… Augh. What was his name again…?
Benny! Right. He owned Purgatory. His eyes travelled further to a young man, hardly twenty-one… one of the young interns at Novak Industries… Alfie. He narrowed his eyes noticing that he was wearing a Designated Driver's sign around his neck as well as a small Asian intern… Mm… umm… Kevin! There were a couple more people in the small sitting area but Castiel couldn't even begin to figure who the hell they were. He smiled to himself. But that didn't matter because Castiel had his beautiful and reliable glass of Sea Breeze.
He looked down at his drink smiling happily. Was it wrong to tell a drink that you loved it? He furrowed his eyebrows. Yes, probably very wrong.
He blinked a couple of times and suddenly the loud terrible music flooded through his ear drums. He carried his drink towards his friends glancing over at the stage. A large man was standing on stage singing a ballad. Castiel cringed, taking a seat beside his brother. "How we feeling, Cassie?" His brother shouted over the loud music.
Castiel shrugged. "It is quite the place here." He leaned over his brother to Benny. "However, do you often have such terrible performers?" He inquired.
Balthazar pushed him back. "God little brother, tell him what you really think."
Castiel raised a confused eyebrow. "I-I thought I just did. Perhaps, I didn't make myself clear?" He sent a questioning look at Benny.
The southerner let out a loud deep laugh. "It's alright brotha'." He gestured towards the stage with his whiskey in his hand. "It's a Sunday and business is always slow on Sundays." He shrugged and took a drink. "So, we do Karaoke night!"
Balthazar nudged his younger brother. "What do you think Cassie? Fancy some good karaoke?"
Castiel shook his head violently. Immediately regretting the action as his head started to spin. He sat back to steady himself, setting his drink beside him. He was suddenly aware of just how hot it was in here. He gave Balthazar what he hoped was a steady and pointed look. "Balthazar, you know that I cannot sing."
He turned away hoping to end the conversation as he watched a girl come up on stage and begin singing. Castiel briefly closed his eyes, hoping to drown out her obnoxious voice. Nothing was worse than some skank singing an annoying Ke$ha song. The young Novak felt himself being swallowed in his own skin. He knew he was being judgmental… then again-
He opened his eyes noticing that the dark-haired woman had now begun dancing around stage. He flinched as her voice fell flat and she attempted to move her body to the beat. He crinkled his nose in disgust. He was only being an asshole because he knew he could do better. He finished off his Sea Breeze. "Castiel!" His brother shouted beside him. He lifted up a small glass. "Tequila shot?"
"Yes." He answered gruffly.
He was in this deep, why the hell not? He grabbed the glass and tipped it back letting the clear liquid burn his throat on the way down. The young Novak felt himself overheat instantly. He pulled up his right sleeve, making sure to leave the left one down. The girl on stage with her black crop top and her too tiny skirt belted out one last note before sashaying off the stage getting a few catcalls from guys at the bar or on the dance floor. Castiel stood up, reaching out and taking the shot out of Alfie's hand and tipping it back for a little extra confidence and striding up to the stage. If she was going to sing some annoying slutty song, Castiel might as well show her how to do it right.
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Five minutes later Castiel was standing on stage. He ran a nervous hand through his hair and knew that it must be a drunken mess. He pushed the right sleeve of his gray sweatshirt up again to try and cool down. He wiped his sweaty hands on his dark ripped jeans and shuffled uncomfortably in his Converse... He heard a loud whistle and cheer recognizing Balthazar instantly and he couldn't help but laugh into the handheld mic. The music started up and he heard a light chuckle from the crowd and knew that it would be strange to hear his deep gravelly voice sing this song.
"There's a stranger in my bed, there's a pounding in my head.
Glitter all over the room, pink flamingos in the pool.
I smell like a mini bar, DJ's passed out in the yard.
Barbie's on the barbecue, this a hickey or a bruise?"
Any nerves that he had disappeared, and he started moving around the stage effortlessly.
"Pictures of last night, ended up online-
I'm screwed! Oh well!"
Castiel confidently made his way off the stage and into the dancing crowd.
"It's a blacked-out blur but I'm pretty sure it ruled." He winked at someone as he walked by. "Damn."
He was in the center of the dancefloor and people had backed up to give him some room.
"Last Friday night, yeah we danced on tabletops and we took too many shots. Think we kissed but I forgot." He again locked eyes with a stranger. "Last Friday night yeah, we maxed out credit cards and got kicked out of the bar, so we hit the boulevard."
He sauntered through the crowd and closer to the VIP area where his friends were. "Last Friday night, we went streaking in the park, skinny dipping in the dark, then had a ménage a trois." He pulled Balthazar and Benny to their feet and the rest of his friends joined him towards the dance floor. "Last Friday night, yeah I think we broke the law always say we're gonna sto-op, whoah-oh-oah!"
He threw his hand up over his head dancing to the music as he sang. "This Friday night, do it all again! This Friday night, do it all again!" The crowd around him was dancing up and down to the beat.
"Trying to connect the dots, don't know what to tell my boss.
Think the city towed my car, chandelier is on the floor.
Ripped my favorite party dress, warrants out for my arrest.
Think I need a Ginger Ale, that was such an epic fail."
He again pushed through the crowd getting closer to the bar.
"Pictures of last night, ended up online, I'm screwed! – Oh Well! It's a blacked-out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled!" Benny helped Castiel up onto a barstool and onto the actual bar itself. Castiel flashed a smile his way. "Damn."
He leaned forward as he drew into the chorus, encouraging the crowd to sing with him.
"Last Friday night, yeah we danced on table tops and we took too many shots.
Think we kissed but I forgot! Last Friday night, yeah we maxed out credit cards and got kicked out of the bar, so we hit the boulevard!" He walked from one end of the bar to the other. "Last Friday night, we went streaking in the park, skinny dipping in the dark, then had a ménage a trois, Last Friday night, yeah I think we broke the law, always say we're gonna stop-op, whoah-oh-oah"
He leapt off the bar and made his way back to the stage turning back to sing to the crowd as he did. "This Friday night, do it all again. This Friday night, do it all again. This Friday night!"
He could feel the rush of adrenaline as he started jumping up and down on stage encouraging the crowd to start chanting with him. "T.G.I.F., T.G.I.F…." The crowd was getting louder and louder and then suddenly the saxophone sounded. Castiel let his hips sway and his body roll to the music. The mic was still clutched tightly in his right hand and he felt a breeze as his sweater rode up, exposing his hips. There was a blast and glitter shot out all around the stage and dance floor. He threw his hands up over his head losing himself in the music when finally, the chorus rolled around one more time.
"Last Friday night, yeah, we danced on table tops and we took too many shots. Think we kissed but I forgot. Last Friday night, yeah, we maxed out credit cards and got kicked out of the bar, so we hit the boulevard. Last Friday night, we went streaking in the park, skinny dipping in the dark then had a ménage a trois." He came down from his adrenaline rush and sang the last few lines. "Last Friday night, yeah I think we broke the law, always say we're gonna stop-op whoah-oh-oah. This Friday night, do it all again!"
The music faded out and the crowd went wild. He stepped off the stage and found a horde of people surrounding him. They were all swarming around his right arm and he ignored them, too blissfully drunk to care whatever it was that they were doing. "Castiel!" He looked up and found Benny bolting towards him. "That was amazing brotha! I've never seen my club so alive!" He pulled Castiel away from the crowd and a disappointed huff resounded.
Balthazar was at his side instantly when they reached the VIP. "Cassie! That was amazing!"
Castiel gave him a smug look. "It was, wasn't it?" He ran a hand through his hair feeling suddenly invigorated. He glanced down at his watch. 8:23PM. "Let's do something-something crazy!" He declared. He looked at his brother. "What do you think?"
Balthazar gave him a wild look. "Yes! Yes we should!" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I've got an idea." He took a sharpie out of Benny's front pocket and rushed to small table grabbing a napkin. He looked concentrated as he jotted down some messy writing on a paper dinner napkin. As Castiel waited for him to finish, several people came up to compliment him on his performance. After a few minutes Balthazar turned to look at Castiel thrusting out the napkin triumphantly. "You, Castiel, are going to do everything in that song."
Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, holding up the napkin to try and read it in the dim lighting. House music was pumping through his ears as he tried to make out Balthazar's messy writing.
-wake up with a stranger
-cover your room in glitter
-put pink flamingos in Gabe's pool
-barbecue a Barbie
-get the DJ drunk
-get a hickey or a bruise
-dance on tabletops
-take shots
-kiss a stranger
-max out a credit card
-get kicked out of a bar
-streak in the park
-go skinny dipping
-have a ménage a trois
-break the law
-connect the dots
-get your car towed
-break a chandelier
-rip your party outfit
-get arrested
Castiel looked up and glared at his brother. "Half of these don't even make sense." He reasoned.
Balthazar laughed. "Well we can cross out two of them (dance on table tops & take shots)." He raised his eyebrows. "You up for a challenge?"
Castiel smirked. "Yes."
On their way out Castiel slid over the bar grabbing a bottle of tequila and a bottle of Jack Daniels. The bartender protested. "Hey! Get back here. I'll have you arrested!" He made a grab for Castiel and he ducked, laughing excitedly. "Get the hell out of this bar!"
They rushed into the open night air, all of them gasping for breath. Balthazar pulled the list out of his pocket crossing off two more. (Break the law & Get kicked out of the bar). "What do you say we finish the rest of this list fellas?"
The guys cheered and Castiel nodded. "Yes. Let's do it!"