The "Let's hold a dance for the Jets and the Sharks to get them to play nice with each other like they're a bunch of five year olds" dances that the perpetually misguided and stupid social workers hosted at the gym always became far more tense than they had bargained for and ended up adding fuel to the fire of their rivalry rather than quelching it.

There was one difference this time, though, beyond the tension in the air as always being even thicker than last time: that particular tension, that between the Jets and the Sharks because the Sharks wouldn't stop intruding on the Jets' hard earned territory, wasn't the one Anybodys was directing his focus towards as he fought against its seeming attempt to suffocate him.

He wasn't even in the gym where the dancing that was really a proxy for fighting, for the Jets and the Sharks competing against each other and each trying to show off their superiority even though obviously only the Jets had any to show off, was probably happening by now, even though he would usually stop at nothing to be where the action between the gangs was so he could participate and use it to prove himself to the Jets and maybe even get his rightful position in the gang back.

When the confusingly and kinda scarily alluring Ice had asked him if he wanted to ditch these guys and drink the vodka she had snuck in behind the gym instead, he had found himself saying yes in spite of himself, partially wanting to avoid being kicked by one of the guys who were supposed to be his brothers for simply trying to join in a group dance again and partially wanting to spend time with her.

Now, as they stood leaning against the wall and passing the bottle... properly opened, this time... between each other, Anybodys was struggling to not let stuff like how well that dress showed off her luscious curves and how cool and awesome she was generally get in his head or... other parts of his body.

He gestured for her to give that sweet burning partial release from the tension in his mind and body back to him, and she did so, drinking a smaller, more reserved sip than the swigs he was taking and then... ahhh okay their hands had brushed together, it was a good thing the thing she had been handing him was alcohol because he needed more of it to assist him in this fight of a more metaphorical but still very consequential nature, this fight against the stuff he had wanted to do to her, do with her for a while that the alcohol was ironically bringing even closer to the forefront of his mind than usual.

Anybodys took an even larger gulp than usual, almost spitting it back out as the thought of a different liquid associated with pleasure and mind altering states and forging a deeper connection between people filling his mouth and dripping down his face, the gratification and release it would bring both of them...

"You okay?"

Fuck, she knew something was up with him... she didn't seem bothered by it though, if anything it was the opposite... he needed to get it and the storm of emotions brought to the surface swarming in him under control.

"Yeah... you're hot."

Had he really just said that?!

Great, the vodka had taken what little filter there had been between his thoughts and what he actually said and trashed it worse than the Jets were probably trashing the Sharks in there.

It was like a truth serum from hell, trying to drag him down there by getting him to do something he would regret with his friend who was just supposed to be his fellow Jet and nothing else because romantic and sexual relationships never worked and were always terrible for everyone involved and everyone anywhere near those involved.

She smiled, a small smile that was big for her, and moved closer to him, running a hand along his arm and sending his mind into even more of a frenzy somehow.

He felt like he would be subsumed by it, if he wasn't subsumed by the person who had inspired it in him and was currently driving closer and closer to a climax.

Why did he sort of want that climax... and another one of a different but linked nature... to happen when he had known since he was like five or something how badly this always inevitably went, the gratingly noisy shouting at each other and fucking other people that it always led to?

"You're not so bad yourself."

Why were their heads closer together now, and why didn't he feel like pulling away and going back into the gym with the other Jets... the Jets where he was supposed to be, striking fear into the hearts of the Sharks and admiration for and camaraderie with him into those of the Jets?

Why weren't those the primary connections he was interested in forging right now?

Why did he just want to go into the bathroom of the gym with her so they could have a rumble of their own there, or just do it here, or start it here and move it over to there?

What kind of hellish spell had she and the vodka put over him, and why did it feel so nice?

Ice moved her head even closer to his somehow, past the point of plausible deniability, and he didn't particularly feel like trying to get this train to not careen off a cliff even if it wasn't probably past the point where that was possible by now.

"Yannow, I've liked ya for a while now."

Anybodys was gonna do it, he was gonna say that he felt the same way with this goddamn vodka truth serum stuff at the wheel of his mouth, and he couldn't even bring himself to be apprehensive about it or panic like he normally would.

What was that stuff he had been worrying about?

Who cared about all that, really, especially when assuming that tomorrow was guaranteed would be incredibly presumptuous in the rough and tumble life of the Jets and they could connect and bring each other to new heights of pleasure now.

Tomorrow Anybodys could be the one to freak out about this, if that guy even ended up existing.

Anybodys opened his mouth to let the torrent of long built and pent up feelings loose and instead found himself kissing her.

As she quickly returned the kiss and he opened it, feeling the sweet taste of her and the aggressive tang of their shared vodka mix as their tongues penetrated each others mouths in probably not the only penetration that would be happening between them tonight, whatever the others were doing in the gym behind them was, for once, the last thing on his mind.