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Chapter 18: Drunk Actions are Sober Thoughts

Theodore's POV

Ellie and I were fixing up rations for everyone for dinner. It kept us busy, because everyone else mostly seemed to be awkwardly sitting around. Simon was on his back, legs crossed, with a towel over his forehead covering his one good eye. Almost as if he preferred not being able to see at all to the imperfect vision he was doomed to deal with for the rest of his life. Jeanette busied herself by taking stock of all of our supplies and weapons, which she had already done once before and which was technically supposed to be my job anyway. Alvin and Brittany were spooning under a blanket on the opposite side of the camp as us.

"What do we have for seasoning?" I asked Eleanor.

"Pretty much zilch," she responded. "I guess we have some old bay left."

"That'll go well with the potatoes. How about that unrefrigerated ketchup?"

"Almost all gone."

I sighed. "This jobs gonna get tougher by the day."

Ellie turned and smiled at me. "I think the others will be grateful just to have food in their bellies. All we can do is our best to make it taste good."

"I guess," I said, rolling my eyes. "I wish we were cooking back at home. Where we could actually make something delicious. Like flanked steak. Or Chicken teriyaki."

"Stop it," she giggled. "You're making my tummy rumble."

Ignoring her, I continued, "or we could be cooking on that show that we were gonna sign the deal for. I don't even remember what it was gonna be called. We'd really get creative there! All kinds of soups and-"

I was interrupted by her playfully slugging me on my arm. "I said cut it out! I can't even concentrate anymore."

I turned my attention to the giant bottle of Crown Royal that was sitting right smack in the middle of our camp. "You ever drank before?" I asked my dream girl.

"No, not really. You?"

"No… Dave gave us some champagne every New Years. That's about it."

She looked at me, unsure. "What was it like?" she asked me.

"He never gave us very much," I admitted, shrugging. "I never felt any different, honestly. It just kind of makes your stomach feel warm."

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little curious," she told me.

As if on cue, Alvin walked up to us, still in his boxers, looking very much like he didn't want to get up from under that blanket. "Hey guys!" he said to us. "So, Brittany is really hungry. And she's wondering how soon it's gonna be ready."

"Soon," I responded.

"Like, how soon?" he pressed.

I rolled my eyes. "Pretty soon. Tell everyone to start getting ready to eat."

He smiled at me. "I like the sound of that. Will do, bro."

As soon as he had turned around to go talk to the other three, I faced Eleanor. I stared her in the eyes for a few moments, before she finally broke away to start getting all of the food ready.

Brittany's POV

Normally, I would have been complaining. Not that Theo and Ellie had very much to work with, but every single one of the options of fruits, veggies and rice that were in front of us was pretty bland and tasteless. But I was just so damn hungry that I plopped a ton of it on my plate and went to town. It was all I could do to not spill any, I was in such a hurry to get it all in my belly. And to wash it all down was some purified water that felt cool and refreshing going down my throat.

The others may have been watching me and judging me for taking so much but I didn't care.

"After this we have enough vittles to last us about a week," Theodore spoke up. I couldn't tell if he was trying to say something towards me or not.

"Noted, thank you," Jeanette responded.

I could tell the others were pretty hungry, too. Food was scarce, there was no doubt about that. I almost felt bad for taking more than anyone else. But I just couldn't help it. It wasn't long before every single bite of food was either on someone's plate or in their bellies. My plate was empty, and I was looking around longingly at anyone else if they still had food left to eat.

Alvin must have noticed this, because he quickly tapped me on the shoulder and traded my empty plate for his almost-full plate. I gratefully accepted it, but I now felt even worse. Regardless, I wolfed that food down as well.

Once everyone had finished, all we could do was sit in a circle and stare at each other awkwardly.

"Simon," I asked, "when are we planning on searching for the ship that carried the Marines here?"

Simon hesitated before looking in Jeanette's direction. Jean answered for him: "can't say for sure. Probably a day or two… we're just waiting for the Martian activity to calm down a bit. We can see a squad of them occasionally walk through."

I nodded. On the one hand, I wanted to try to get going as soon as possible. But on the other hand, the less at risk I put myself and my baby in, the better.

"In the meantime," Jeanette continued, "just buckle down and keep yourselves busy."

"Got it," I said.

"I have an idea for that," Alvin suddenly piped up. "We could play Never Have I Ever with a twist."

"What's the twist?" Eleanor asked him.

"If someone says they haven't done something, and you have, you have to take a sip of Crown Royal."

All of our eyes suddenly fell on the bottle that happened to be right next to where we were sitting. "What about me? I can't drink," I protested.

Alvin thought about this. "You could do a dare!"

I sighed. "Fine, let's get this over with."

"I don't know about this," Jeanette grumbled.

"Come on, Jean!" Alvin pushed her. "It's getting late anyway. Loosen up."

She rolled her eyes, but finally a smile crept across her face. "Fine. I'll start. Never have I ever hijacked a commercial plane's speaker system."

Alvin shrugged, grinning from ear to ear that his plot had worked. And so, as promised, he walked over to the bottle, took the straw in his hand, put it to his mouth, and sucked in until he got a pretty decent sized sip. We all watched him closely to see what his reaction would be. He hesitated, shuddered a little bit, then started smacking his lips a little to judge the after taste. "Wasn't half bad," he told us before sitting back down. "My turn! Never have I ever been dutch-ovened by Toby!"

We all looked straight at Theodore. He sighed. "Fine." He stood up, walked over to the straw, and took an even bigger sip than Alvin had. His eyes widened and he let out a couple small coughs. "This better be worth it," he managed to say through a gag. After Theo had taken a seat and recovered, he said, "ok, never have I ever had to do a sexy dance routine in order to keep snakes from eating me."

Jeanette stood straight up without waiting an walked over to the bottle. I grumbled. "Ok, what's my dare?"

"Hmm," Theodore thought about this. "I didn't think that far."

Jeanette took her sip of whiskey, and she surprisingly seemed to take it pretty well. She giggled. "You should be able to do like a truth or dare type thing. Ya know? Like you should be able to choose between a truth or dare."

"Fine but I still choose dare."

Theodore shrugged. "I have no idea what to make you do."

Jeanette looked down at me slyly. "I know," she said, "give Alvin a lap dance."

I blushed. Everyone looked to me with subdued smiles on their faces. Alvin covered his mouth, trying not to laugh from embarrassment.

"Come on, Brit," my sister Jean pleaded, "he's waiting."

I grumbled, "fair enough," as I stood up and walked in front of Alvin. He looked up at me with eyes wide as the red sea as he sat on top of a metal box. I looked down at him, and a grin grew on my face. He was only dressed in his boxers, and I was only in my spandex and sports bra. Despite the bulge in my belly, I was feeling sexy. "Computer, play 'Love Game' by Lady Gaga!"

The computer suddenly came alive and obliged, playing the song I had requested from the speakers on all sides.

I spread my legs and wrapped my arms around Alvin's shoulders. Sensing the pleasure inside of him, I bent my knees until my crotch was planted on his right leg and began grinding it back and forth to the beat, all while the others were whistling and cheering me on. As I wiggled by hips on my boy's hips I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "this is reminding me of something."

I suddenly got up and turned around. I sat on his lap, this time facing away from him and towards the others. I spread my legs again so that both of his were inside of me, grabbed his knees in my hands, bent forward, and went back to grinding and shaking my ass to the beat of the song. This prompted many "ooh's" from the other four. All I knew was that I had a huge smile on my face and judging from the bulge I felt in his pants, Alvin did too.

I leaned back into his chest but continued to dance, grabbing his shoulders as I did and leaning my head towards his ear. "I can tell you're enjoying this," I whispered as he stared at my body wiggling on his lap.

"Hell yeah," he whispered back.

This encouraged me to bend back forward so he could get a better view of my butt and continue dancing. I didn't stop for one second until the song finally ended.

"Would you like me to shuffle more songs by Lady Gaga?" The computer asked out loud.

"No thank you," I said as I stood up and sat back down in my usual spot.

The computer responded by shutting down it's screen.

"Yes please," Alvin murmured, causing me to giggle.

"Ok," I said. "It's my turn. Never have I ever… um… played chess." Suddenly Alvin, Simon, and Eleanor all stood up.

"That's a lame one," Simon shot at me.

I shrugged, satisfied that I was making so many of them drink.

"When have you played chess, Ellie?" Theodore asked.

Just as Eleanor was about to take her first sip of booze ever, she turned to him and said, "Simon taught me 'cause I was so bored." And with that she wrapped her mouth around the straw and took a huge sip. It almost made her choke and spill, either because she wasn't expecting the amount or because she wasn't expecting the taste. Or both. "That did not taste good," she finally said.

Simon's turn was next. He was obviously nervous now, so he plugged his nose with one hand and sipped with the other. As whiskey flowed into his mouth he looked less and less comfortable. He finally let go and let the Crown drip back into the bottle. "Yuck," he said with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Alvin took his sip with ease, sitting back down next to me with the swagger of a king.

And I suddenly came to the realization, I'm going to be babysitting these corny drunk bozo's all night, aren't I?

Eleanor's POV

I sat back down. "Never have I ever been kidnapped by a crazy lady on a deserted island," I said, looking straight at Jeanette the whole time.

She stood up with a smile on her face and walked over to the bottle. She gave us all one more devilish look before taking a much bigger gulp than any of the rest of us had at that point. We all watched her with our jaws dropped, especially Simon.

"How you gonna let your girl out drink you like that, Si?" Alvin teased his brother.

"Well now he has a chance to redeem himself," Jeanette responded as she sat back down. "Never have I ever snitched on Alvin."

Simon bit his lip as his counterpart winked at him. Theodore was the first to stand up, which seemed to surprise Alvin but at that point he was too tipsy to care. Simon followed his younger, chubbier brother until they were both next to the straw. Theo took a respectable-sized swig and acted afterwards like it barely even affected him, of course.

The pressure was now on Simon. He looked at all of us nervously before working up his bravery and putting his mouth around the straw. The whiskey flowed into his mouth for a good few seconds before he pulled away gasping for air. A little bit spilled on the floor but none of us cared as we were all busy cheering for Simon.

"He's gonna be feeling that one!" Alvin chuckled aloud.

I was feeling it, that's for sure. My stomach felt warm inside, and things were beginning to feel funny.

"Ok then," Simon said as he sat back down, "never have I ever knocked up my girlfriend before an important mission."

Brittany looked legitimately offended. Alvin just laughed and said, "that's kind of a low blow," in somewhat slurred speech.

Simon nodded in the direction of the bottle. "Drink up."

Alvin stood up and pointed at Simon and Jeanette, "I'm gonna show up both of you pussies," he chuckled.

"I'll believe it when I see it, Alvie," Jeanette winked at him.

Alvin stumbled over to the bottle and took the straw in both hands. "Don't die," Theodore joked with his brother.

"You're one to talk," Alvin snapped as if he had been interrupted. He seemed to struggle a little bit actually getting the straw into his mouth, but once it was there it was drink city. He didn't pull away from the straw until he was literally choking. Once again, a little spilled but no one cared as we were all making fun of him for choking.

"You know what, though," I butted in out of the blue, "that's not really fair."

The others all looked at me in confusion. "What do you mean?" Simon asked.

"Like, what were Brittany and Alvin supposed to do? What did NASA expect?" The others were still looking around at each other, trying to see if anyone could tell what I was talking about. "They threw six hot teenagers in their underwear together on a cramped spaceship. What did they think was gonna happen?"

"They thought we were gonna get taken out by a bunch of Martians," Brittany retorted, rolling her eyes at my slurred words.

"No, no, no!" Jeanette inserted herself. "I can see what Ellie's saying! Because we are hot!"

"Thank you!" I said pointing at my agreeable sister.

"Look at us!" she continued. "They were basically begging us to be screwing each other…"

We all laughed, except for Brittany. Jeanette cracked up so hard that she accidentally stumbled right into Simon's arms. At least I'm pretty sure it was accidental.

Simon's POV

I surprised myself by actually catching Jeanette and saving her from a fall to the tabletop, from my sitting position no less, even though her stumble totally took me by surprise.

"Sorry," she giggled.

"Y-you're good," I said nervously.

"Simon," she whispered, making herself comfy in my lap, "I have a confession."

"Uh oh," I chuckled, winking at her.

She smiled up at me with that dorky smile I loved about her. "I wasn't just talking out of my ass just now."

"What do you mean?" I asked her in confusion.

She got real close to my ear and whispered, "I think we should ditch this crowd and get naughty."

I looked at her with a wide eye. With the combined drunkenness and only having one eye, the world around me was pretty blurry. But I had to give it a try. I was not going to let this moment go. I simply nodded.

Jeannie suddenly got excited and grabbed my hand as she helped me quietly sneak away.

Alvin's POV

I flung both my arms sloppily around Brittany, but she seemed more annoyed than accepting. "Hey pretty girl," I whispered in her ear.

She scoffed, "Alvin, you're drunk."

"No!" I said indignantly. But then I thought about it. "Maybe a little bit, but I've always thought that way about you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know babe," she said rolling her eyes.

I didn't just let it stop there. "I'm serious! You're gorgeous!"

She giggled. "Stop it Alvie before you embarrass yourself."

"No!" I protested, accidentally slurring a little bit. "I'm not gonna stop!"

"Shh," she shushed me as she put her index finger to my lips.

My eyes suddenly darted over to where Theo and Ellie had been sitting, having not heard from them in a while. To my surprise, one of Eleanor's legs was resting across Theodore's lap, their chests were pressed together and their lips were locked. They were making out without a care in the world.

"Look," I said in more of a whisper, turning back to Brittany.

"What?" she said.

"We haven't spoken enough about the baby. We need to talk about it."

She shot me a confused look. "What is there to talk about?"

"Names for it, how we're gonna take care of it, who's gonna be the designated diaper changer, ya know! The cute stuff!"

Brittany smiled, obviously wanting to play along. "I always envisioned that if it were a girl, we'd name her Alicia. And if it were a boy… um, Russell!"

"I like Alicia. But Russell?"

"Ok then," she snapped at me sarcastically, "what would you name him?"

"I like a Colby or a Luke," I said thoughtfully.

"Ew," she said jokingly. Suddenly her face scanned the camp area around us, searching for something. "Where are Simon and Jeanette?"

As if on cue, a high pitched moaning sound arose from behind a large pile of medical supplies across the table. It was pretty obviously coming from Jeanette.

"Oh my God," Brittany groaned. "A few sips of whiskey and you all have become like Jack rabbits."

"You want some," I asked her, grinning slyly.

She rolled her eyes and pointed at her belly. "Remember?"

"Oh yeah!" I gasped. "Anyway, where should we raise it?"

She thought about this for a moment. She finally said, "I always pictured like a normal house. You know? Like not a super nice mansion but also not something really small. Like just a nice, cozy home somewhere in the suburbs. With a really nice backyard for the baby to play in. And the commute into town won't be too bad."

"Shit. I love that. That sounds perfect," I said holding her tight. "Do you think we'll still be singing?"

"I never really thought that out specifically," she admitted. "I kinda always just imagined we'd do whatever our best option was."

"Hmm…" I thought about all of this. "Well, whatever we do, I'm sure we'll be fine. I can't wait to live all of this out with you."

This seemed to make her overfilled with joy. For the first time that night, she pulled me closer, and we cuddled, until I passed out from being too drunk.

Jeanette's POV

My eyes suddenly shot open. The little bit of natural light pouring into the control room combined with the fact that I hadn't really been sleeping in a comfortable position was too much to delay being awake any longer. I looked around. Simon was laying down with me, with his arms around me. We were on the cold hard table top, with no blanket, still behind that big pile of medical supplies we had snuck behind last night.

I had such an ear splitting headache and my neck was sore from not having a pillow. Even just sitting up and looking around hurt like hell. But I smelled something cooking.

Being careful not to wake Simon, I stood up and walked back over more towards where the main section of the camp was. I could hear something sizzling, and it smelt so good. I could see Brit and Alvin wrapped up in a blanket together like a love burrito.

Eleanor was sitting on the same seat that she had when I left her last night, but she was hunched over and clutching her forehead.

"You ok?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she said, looking up at me with a smile on her face. "Just a headache."

I giggled. "I know how you feel." Then I noticed Theodore a few feet away, frying something on a hot stone. "What're you making Theo?"

"Powdered eggs and powdered milk," he responded without looking back at me. "Protein helps with hangovers."

"Is it almost ready?"

"Yeah," he said.

Without hesitating, I walked over to where Alvin and Brittany laid. I crouched by them and put a hand on Brittany's shoulder. "Psst!"

Both of them stirred awake. "Jeanette?" Brittany muttered. "What is it?"

"Breakfast is almost ready," I whispered.

"Thank God," she said. "I could eat a shark."

Suddenly Alvin said, "holy hell my head hurts!"

"Yeah, Alvin this can't be an every night thing," I warned him.

Brittany chuckled at me. "Yeah, 'cause if it were, before you'd know it, you'd end up pregnant just like me."

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes trying to hide my embarrassment. "Just get up."

They obliged, although slowly. And then, as if on cue, Theodore turned off the hot stone and began scraping the scrambled powdered eggs into a huge bowl for all of us. "Bon Appetit!" he exclaimed, obviously proud of himself.

But just as we began to dig in, the computer suddenly came to life. "Tracking movement ouside of base. Would you like camera feed on screen?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, suddenly jumping to my feet.

The computer followed my instructions. I sprinted to the center of the table, followed closely by everyone else, including Simon who was just getting up, to see the video feed.

It was the camera that was just outside the garage door where the rovers were all parked. Outside the door were at least two dozen or so Martians, scampering around, sniffing the building, although it was tough to tell their true numbers as there were some off screen.

"Shit," I said.

"What do we do?" Eleanor gasped.

"Computer! Arm sentry guns A through D!" Simon exclaimed.

The computer projected it's loading screen, trying to process the command.

"Just in case," Simon insisted to us.

Suddenly, the whole building came alive with flashing red lights and sirens. The computer's voice rang out loud and clear throughout the base: "Warning! Under attack! To battle stations! This is not a drill! Warning! Under attack! To battle stations! This is not a drill!"

I screamed, "shut down warning system!"

After a moment, the lights and sirens ceased and the building was back to normal. "Sentry guns armed. 400 rounds of ammunition in each."

"Show us the camera feed," Alvin said through held breath.

The screen suddenly turned back to the camera angle that we were looking at just before. However, this time, the Martians were all howling at the sky in angry and bloodthirsty fashion. Some were standing on their hind paws. They had discovered us, and they were letting every Alien in the area know it.

Woah! What's gonna happen next?

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