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[sub][i]A Collaboration Between: [@Bee] and [@Universorum]
Featuring: [color=309b75]Damian “Just Do It” O’Connor[/color] and [color=dodgerblue]Justin “Do What?” Quentin[/color][/i][/sub]

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[indent]Joy had been gone five minutes and Damian was already up to something. He had a bit of a buzz going on from the keg stand he’d done, and was fucking around with some of his other jock friends. Ophelia had come and snatched his girlfriend from him — which was alright with Damian, Ophelia said they had to talk about girl stuff. What did that mean? He didn’t know! He didn’t care. If she needed him, Joy could text him.

So, Damian, had found his way downstairs to the gameroom. He’d sent Joy a quick text so she could find him if she wanted him. Would they dance tonight? Probably eventually, but Damian was here to party — not to fucking dance. If he wanted to dance, he’d go to the goddamn club. No, Damian was standing at a ping pong table, tossing balls into cups filled with different alcohols, when he heard his name called.

Damian spun on his heel to see who it was, and found himself staring at Justin, Justin whatever-the-fuck-his-last-name-is. The dude who was the backup quarterback, and was now [i]the guy[/i], so to speak. He was the QB now that Damian was forcibly retired, and he and Damian were buds. Lifting buddies to be precise, but hey. Damian would hang with him if he wanted to hang; Damian would hang with anyone.

[color=309b75][b]“Hey, dude, what’s up?”[/b][/color] Damian asked, grinning at the other boy. [color=309b75][b]“Welcome to tha party, pal! Are you havin’ a good time? Enjoyin’ yourself?”[/b][/color]

Justin had been internally relieved  that Damian had noticed he had come around. It was a little gesture that went a long way, Justin had thought. The former starting quarterback taking his backup under his wing even now would be sending a message to the entire school. If Damian was cool with this guy then this guy must’ve been cool and good as well. 

Thinking about his answer to Damian’s question, he thought he wasn’t really enjoying himself just yet. It wasn’t because he didn’t like the environment, but he just straight up didn’t know how to. He was like a fish out of water. The only things he knew how to do was stuff he stole from watching TV shows and movies. He didn’t really have the knowhow when it came to enjoying himself at his party.

[color=dodgerblue][b]”Yeah, yeah! I’m definitely having a good time. Just trying to figure out how to get by and enjoy myself further, if you know what I mean.”[/b][/color]

Damian raised an eyebrow at the other guy’s suggestion of ‘if you know what I mean.’ [color=309b75][b]“Well, I figure at our age, there are probably five things that could improve your level of enjoyment. In order: food, pretty girls, sex, drugs, and rockn’roll, alcohol, and lifting weights.”[/b][/color] Damian paused after his spiel, letting one of the others surrounding them speak up to question the number of things he’d said, which was very obviously [i]not[/i] four. Damian was quick to explain himself, though. [color=309b75][b]“My mama says that sex, drugs, and rockn’roll are just one thing. Anyway, you can hang with us. You clearly got some alcohol already…”[/b][/color]

Damian folded his arms over his chest, leaning back on his heel. [color=309b75][b]“My girl walked off, and I’m not really in the market, so I can’t wingman for you… Yo, who’s got drugs? You want some drugs, dude?”[/b][/color] Damian asked, looking at Justin curiously, leaning forward. Damian didn’t know him well enough to just get something going for him, quite yet.

The mention of drugs had taken the awkward quarterback by surprise. He was okay with having beer, but drugs? He had never touched a drug in his life. He’d never consumed a marijuana, a cocaine, or a meth. It was jarring, to say the least. He didn’t know how to respond. On one hand, he could just say yes and seem like a cool dude, but he was scared that drugs were gonna fuck him up. He didn’t want to end up like those burnouts you see on TV all the time. Guess he was just going to have to stand his ground. Damian was cool and everything, but he was much too scared to consume drugs.

[color=dodgerblue][b]”Nah, man. I don’t fuck with drugs. Too… uh… risky. Y’know what I’m saying?”[/b][/color]

Damian stared at him for a few seconds, before nodding slowly. [color=309b75][b]“Alright here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna get some weed in you, we’re gonna get some more alcohol in you, then me and you are gonna do somethin’ cool. I’m not sure what yet, but I promise you it’s gonna be lit. Trust me, partying and getting laid will be a lot easier if you’re just a wee bit more turnt up than you are now.”[/b][/color] Damian looked around the group of their team members, [color=309b75][b]“Alright, who’s got weed?”[/b][/color]

After a few moments, one of their team members, named Mark, stepped up. He held out a dab pen and Damian snatched it, before holding it out to Justin. [color=309b75][b]“Take it, hold the button, and inhale. It’s strawberry flavored, so it won’t punch you, like, that hard. Can we get this dude a real drink? All he’s got is a beer. Who’s got whiskey?”[/b][/color] Another one of the frat-esque group of friends held out a bottle and Damian handed it over to Justin as well. [color=309b75][b]“A drink and a smoke, real, old fashioned, red blooded British bullshit. Trust me, liquid courage and a little bit of weed will get you nice and crossfaded, and that’ll help you get laid, or at least make an impact. See, I don’t need no help because I… somewhere… have a lady friend.”[/b][/color]

So much for no drugs. If this was going to give Justin a good time when at this party, then he might as well just go with the flow. Taking the pen, he held the button and started to taste some strawberry flavored… steam? It was oddly good. He stopped the pen from emitting the steam and handed the pen back to Damian. He started coughing as the smoke departed from his lungs. It didn’t hit him just yet, but when it did it was going to hit him hard.

After that, he took the bottle and took a swig out of it. It was hard for him to do this, but he’d done harder. But for the love of god, this tasted absolutely dreadful. It was burning. It was all burning, and the aftertaste was beyond awful. He couldn’t understand why people consumed this stuff like it was water. The burn hit him like a semi-truck. Boy did it not feel good. Sticking out his tongue, Justin made his feelings known.

[color=dodgerblue][b]”Agh! Holy shit that burns, man! How do you guys do this?”[/b][/color]

Damian laughed as Justin suffered the double hitter, [color=309b75][b]“It’s get easier, man. You gotta do it at like, every party, but it [i]does[/i] get easier. Don’t worry, once you’ve been to like three or four more of these, you’ll be alright. You wanna play beer pong? I’d say we could go to the dance floor, but I really hate dancing, dude.”[/b][/color] Damian explained, gesturing for Justin to stand on the other side of the table. Damian took the pen and the bottle away, and returned them to their respective owners.

[color=309b75][b]“Thank you, lads. You know what? Forget the beer pong. I gotta better idea. Get another keg, let’s have bro do a kegstand. Nothin’ will hype you up more than a kegstand. And somebody find us a hoe. He needs a hoe.”[/b][/color] Damian was barking orders now, and the team was responding.

O Captain, My Captain.

[color=309b75][b]“Don’t worry dude. We’re gonna get you done up.”[/b][/color]

Beer pong, now that was something Justin was [i]somewhat[/i] familiar with. If watching movies and YouTube videos about it counted as getting familiar with it. [color=dodgerblue][b]”Beer pong? Sur- oh.”[/b][/color] He was just about to say, before Damian changed his mind to something even more bro-y. 

A kegstand, out of all the things in the world. He honestly thought it was something that was only seen in movies, but as it turned out he was very, very wrong. Luckily, though, he had some experience doing handstands, so it couldn’t be that bad. The hardest part was probably drinking as much beer as possible and getting fucked up. He was swaying his arms back and forth, getting ready to do a handstand over a beer keg. This wasn’t so bad, was it?

After a few moments of waiting, two of the team came back, lugging a keg in between them. They sat it down in front of Justin and Damian put a hand on the other guy’s shoulder. [color=309b75][b]“Alright, remember. Part of being cool is that you go hard, but not [i]too[/i] hard. You don’t want any videos of you being sloppy drunk bouncing around the internet, or people will give you shit for the rest of your life. Just chill, know your limits. Don’t be one of those drunk white girls that gets super wasted and has it floating on facebook forever. Be the guy the drunk white girl is grindin’ on, y’know?”[/b][/color]

Damian patted Justin on the back firmly and nodded. [color=309b75][b]“Alright dude. Assume the position, we’ll hold you up.”[/b][/color]

Justin nodded as Damian gave him a little pep talk. Just like old times, only less football and more partying. Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on the keg handles, putting his weight onto his arms as he assumed kegstand position. Internally, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUis9yny_lI]Take My Breath Away by Berlin[/url] was playing.  He felt like a gymnast ready to do the beam thing. Here went nothing.

Damian grinned and held him up, before speaking aloud to his Assistant. Being on a different floor than the properly DJ’d one, Damian had setup a bluetooth’d speaker so he and his buddies could blare some tunes while they played beer pong and did whatever the fuck. [color=309b75][b]“Some drinking music, if you please, maestro.”[/b][/color]

[color=aa2712][b]“Okay.”[/b][/color] Responded Snake, and a few seconds later, one of Damian’s ‘drinking music’ playlists [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK0P1Bk8Cx4]began.[/url] Not the [i]same[/i] Top Gun song as the one playing in the back of Justin’s head, but hey. Close enough, right?

[color=309b75][b]“Alright, my guy. Chug, bro. When you can’t take no more, flail your legs so we can bring you down to the ground.”[/b][/color]

Feeling his body turn over, he was immediately met with the scent of beer. Taking the hose in his mouth, all he could taste was cold, bitter beer. There was a lot of it, but that didn’t matter to Justin. He just had to prove that he wasn’t a bitch. What better way to prove that he wasn’t one than to drink his face off?

Hearing another Top Gun song play, he was beyond pumped. He hadn’t even noticed the sheer amount of beer he was consuming. There was no burn, mostly because there was no time to feel it. Just beer after beer after beer. Before long, though, he was feeling like he couldn’t take any more. Shaking his legs, he decided he had enough. Hopefully that was enough to prove he was legit.

Damian lowered Justin’s legs to the ground and helped him stand up. Once he had Justin steady, Damian grinned and held his hand up, gesturing at him in a ‘this guy won’ motion, and the rest of the people cheered and clapped. [color=309b75][b]“Not bad, bro. First time, yeah?”[/b][/color] Damian questioned, looking over at Justin, while the music played in the background. [color=309b75][b]“Not bad for your first time. You’ll get better, yo.”[/b][/color]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”Yeah… yeah…”[/b][/color] He mumbled, trying to regain his footing as the alcohol coursed through his system. He didn’t feel so hot, but he was going to have to soldier on. There was still plenty of party to go, and plenty of Justin to go around. Justin wasn’t a bitch. [color=dodgerblue][b]”So… what now? Any more drinking or weed to do?”[/b][/color] He asked curiously, plopping down on a nearby couch. 

[color=309b75][b]“Nah, you ought to go take a seat and let all that stuff settle, then roll up to the dance floor and find yourself a girl to get the bump’n’grind on with, know wha I mean?”[/b][/color] Damian asked, grinning at Justin, before he felt his phone buzz. Damian pulled it out and saw a text from Joy, looking up with a bit of a frown on his face, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at the crew. [color=309b75][b]“Hey, I gotta bounce actually. Joy wants to talk, which, if my mother is anything to base it off of… is not a good thing! So, I’ll be back. Or I won’t be. See ya. Just take it easy, find a girl, have a good time. Remember, you only live once, carpe diem, veni vidi vici, and all that. High school doesn’t matter in the long run. Make awful decisions. Live your best life. Peace out!”[/b][/color] With that, Damian turned and left the room without giving the others much of a chance to say a word.

Justin nodded and pretended to seem like he understood what Damian was saying. Grinding with a girl? The only grind he knew was the student-athlete grind. Waving him off, he also left the room and found his way back down to the dance floor. Dancing with a girl, eh? It can’t be [i]that[/i] hard to find a girl that’d be willing to dance with him, right?[/indent]