more than a little drunk. [onzy/open]

[Sync]

"Hey," he whispered, looking at the blonde haired female across from him. The girl tilted her head to him as if to signify she was listening to him, although her gaze was fixed on the empty glass cradled in her hands, clearly mortified that it no longer held a delicious vodka filled beverage. "Do you know what would be awesome right now?" Hayden continued in a low, hushed tone. Libby looked up at him, a look of interest gracing her pretty features. Beaming now that he had her attention, Hayden dropped the whisper. "MORE ALCOHOL!" he cheered, standing abruptly from his chair. Libby squealed, though she would deny that furiously in the morning, with delight. "Yes! More!" she began to chant, handing her glass to Hayden and thumping her free hand against the table in rhythm with her chant. Onlookers chuckled or scowled in the two mechanics direction, clearly the Friday night patrons were torn on whether they found their antics amusing or annoying. Hayden weaved his way somewhat gracefully toward the bar, though it wouldn't last much longer after a few more drinks, and ordered two beers and four vodka shots. "Shots! Shots! Shots!" he chanted as he made his way back to his companion. The night had just began.

Now joined by two other men and three women, Hayden and Libby's table was considerably crowded. Not that the pair minded. Squished together between the two men, Hayden threw his arm around Libby's shoulders and turned to her. Placing a noisy, wet kiss on her cheek, he grinned at her and she returned it. "Y'know Libs, I totally love you." he slurred, before continuing. "In a totally platonic, friendship kinda way." His face suddenly fell serious, causing her to do the same. "Because, i'm gay." he told her with a nod, which she also copied though confused why he had to tell her. "I know you're gay Hayden, i've met Simon. Remember?" she asked him, laughing when his eyes lit up dramatically at the mention of his boyfriends name. He sighed dreamily. "Ah Simon. I love him." Feeling the need to proclaim this to everyone around him, he suddenly stood and climbed unsteadily up on to his chair. "I love Simon Greene!" he bellowed, being met by a wall of cheers in response. Apparently, their table weren't the only ones enjoying the freedom of Friday night.

Hayden was now currently in a debate with one of the men, whom he believed was named either Jeff or John?, about what was the more superior fruit. The banana or the apple. So far, Jeff/John seemed to be winning. Probably due to the fact that Hayden couldn't even remember which side he was supposed to be supporting. Libby interrupted finally when she heard the music begin to start up, bouncing up and down on her chair excitedly. Yanking Hayden up, she dragged him up to the dance floor which was already pretty full. The pair immediately began to dance, making it obvious that they were no longer a little sober, but still managed to look good as they moved together. There was nothing sexual about the way they danced, they were just enjoying themselves in their cloudy, alcohol hazed minds. People around them tried to grab their attentions, obviously attracted to the good looking friends but they were having too much fun to notice. Hayden spun Libby suddenly and the pair tripped over one another's feet clumsily as Libby crashed into Hayden's chest. Laughing to hard to continue to dance, the two stumbled back toward their table which had lost a few of their original 'friends' but gained three more. Throwing themselves down in their chairs, they tried to regain their breath before gesturing for another drink each. A shot appeared in front of each of them, and they turned to look at each other with matching grins. "SHOTS!" they bellowed together, before downing the clear liquid which burned their throats as it passed. The night was still young!

[Onzy]

Tyler wondered why he had ever become a paramedic. That day he lost a patient on the way to the hospital, and no matter how fast Glenn had driven it had been to late. The thing about the job was that it was almost impossible to feel anything because one never knew how long it would take for the next call to come through. This day however it had been one of those where he didn't get another after that one. The car accident had been one of the worst, and he just wanted to get rid of the guilt. Glenn was also feeling it, and together they sat in the break room, silent. At least Glenn had Nancy and Lou to go home to. He had a room mate that would most likely be doing something loud. It was also on this room mate that he was crushing. There was just something about Libby that intrigued him and drew him to her. How hard it was to say nothing during those evenings.

I guess I'll be heading home then, Tyler sighed finally, getting up to go change. He slapped Glenn on the back who went to the truck to make sure that they were stocked up for the next day. The locker room smelt off feet, but Tyler just stood under the shower, feeling his muscles relax. The warm water was soothing and for the best of half an hour, he just stood there. Deciding that now was a good time to leave, he wrapped a towel around his waist and changed into his black jeans, heavy duty boots and a button up shirt in pale grey. He combed back his wet, brown locks and picked up the back pack he always had with him. In the States it was always filled with energy drinks and candy. Nothing much had changed since he had come to England.

Tyler's pick up could have looked better, but it was a grumbling and comfortable ride. He made sure to keep it in a road worthy condition, but once more he had a flash back to the accident that he had been called to. Never again would he skip a red light. There had only been one fatal injury, but the rest of the vehicles passengers had sustained light to critical injuries. Even in a small town it was never quiet. Darkness had come about once more, and he was in the mood to just drown his sorrows with some good beer. Pulling up outside the pub, Tyler saw the familiar bike that was Libby's. He merely grinned to himself, and entered the warm Friday night spirit in the bar. He looked around for anybody he knew, and there she was. Libby dancing with Hayden. If it had been anyone else, he would have raged with jealousy, but it was Hayden, and Hayden was differently inclined.

A pint please, he ordered at the counter, and taking his order went to the place where Hayden and Libby were now seated. Having fun? he asked, a cheeky wink gracing his features in Libby's direction.

[Sync]

Hayden was the first to spot Tyler, and he swiftly dug his elbow into Libby's side none to gently. She shot a glare at him, though it was a little unfocused due to the amount of alcohol she'd consumed. "What?" she hissed, taking in his delighted expression. "Lover boy! At ten.. Wait, no maybe eleven.. No! One o'clock!" he announced, proud of himself. Libby gave him a confused expression, making her almost cross eyed as she tried to understand what Hayden was talking about, before looking up when she heard a familiar voice. She grinned as she took in Tyler's handsome face, who was suddenly very clear to her. Leaping up, she reached over and clutched his hand before forcing him to sit on the chair she just vacated. "Tyler! Where did you come from?" she asked accusingly, placing herself onto his lap. Hayden waggled his eye brows suggestively at his friend, before looking at Tyler. "Get in there!" he shouted, holding out his hand for a fist bump. Libby, never one to miss out on the opportunity to fist bump, stole the opportunity from Tyler.

Libby sprung up from her place in Tyler's lap, squealing (again, she would deny this in the morning) as her favorite song blasted from the speakers. "We have to dance!" she demanded to Tyler, tugging on his hand to get him to follow her to the dance floor. She had a lot of surprising strength for a 5'1 female. Hayden watched in amusement, looking imploringly at Tyler. "Behave yourselves now, kids. No funny business." He smirked, before turning his attention to two females sat beside him. Libby had paid no mind to the exchange, and was in the process of dragging Tyler onto the dance floor. As soon as her feet landed on it, the song seemed to absorb her. It was faster than the one she'd danced to with Hayden, and she also found herself dancing a lot closer to Tyler than she had with her friend. Smiling slightly, relishing in the fact that she was able to be this close to the man she was harboring a crush on, she ground her behind against him experimentally. In her alcohol infected mind, it suddenly seemed like the best idea she'd ever had.

Hayden had managed to wrestle himself out of his shirt and now had it tied unceremoniously around his head. The Australian native whooped as he stood on his chair, dancing rhythmically which was impressive due to the amount of drink he'd consumed. He wasn't the only one dancing on the furniture though, many other patrons had followed his example. 'Where Dem Girls At' by David Guetta spilled from the speakers, to which Hayden sang along to enthusiastically, managing to sub girls for boys during the song. Jumping down from his seat, he ran up to the bar and asked for a vodka and coke. The barmaid looked at him hungrily, which he didn't notice, as she poured him a drink. Obviously taking in his well muscled chest and disheveled appearance. Downing the drink, he placed it back on the bar and abandoned the glass in favor of the dance floor. Libby and Tyler were still there, but Hayden was too busy dancing with three females that had surrounded him. He hadn't noticed that Libby now at her arms wrapped around Tyler's neck and was smiling at him seductively. She continued to dance with the taller male, her movements much more deliberate. Apparently alcohol made her a shameless flirt, much like it made Hayden some sort of hyperactive stripper? It was the only thing that could describe his current state, flitting from group to group with his torso bare.

[Onzy]

Tyler never knew why he always seemed to catch Libby at the worst of times. Well, this wasn't exactly the worst, but damn, that girl did things to him that nobody else could (and that included both sexes). Work. Where else do I get to spend my lonely arse on a Friday? he answered the drunk female. She had spontaneously sprung into his lap, and was now making sure (quite unintentionally) to tease him as much as possible. He wasn't complaining, but now he was absorbed in her eyes. Tyler could at least manage a few pulls at his beer glass before he was dragged to his feet to dance. He wasn't a great dancer, but he could at least lead without incident. Of course this would all be denied in the morning if he was stupid enough to mention it. There were some flaws to living together, one being that you saw your roommate drunk and being a shameless flirt. He couldn't even be sure if she liked him.

Tyler knew when actions were deliberate, and the point where Libby was grinding against was one of those times. Her drunk haze must have been somehow inducing this, making him wonder how long she had been drinking already. He did what any other male did, and danced back. At least he was the sober one. The song changed, but the way they danced did not. Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler saw Hayden pull off his shirt and dance in the table. How drunk were they? Libby threw her arms around his neck, and slipped his around her waist, a little lower than was required. He wasn't going take too much advantage of the situation. If anything, he would like Libby sober when he kissed her, or asked her out, but those eyes. Those soft lips were beckoning him.

He stopped himself from doing anything that he might regret, but it was still a tad depressing that he had to do so. Why should he not grant himself at least one small kiss? Pausing their movements for a moment, Tyler lowered his head slightly, gauging her reaction, pausing, and then going in for the kill. It was brief, a mere brush, but for Tyler it was enough.

[Sync]

Libby grinned as Tyler began to lean forward, when he paused she lifted her head a little in encouragement and them met his lips as the descended to hers. The kiss was brief, much to Libby's dismay. When Tyler pulled back slightly, she rose a brow before reaching up to claim his lips once again. She wasn't done just yet. This time the kiss held a lot more passion, that was obviously her own emotions and not alcohol induced. Her hands had reached up to weave into his hair, holding him down to her lips. Maybe she was a little more than a flirt when drunk, more like verging on slut territory. She wasn't complaining though, at least now she'd been able to kiss Tyler. Pulling back from the kiss, she panted breathlessly. Her lips, now a little swollen and considerably more red, parted in a smirk. "I think it's time to leave, and continue this at home." she murmured seductively in his ear, pulling back to read his expression.

Libby began to search for Hayden, wanting to tell him that she was leaving. And hopefully persuade him to go home too. She'd sobered a little during the kiss, and knew that Hayden was a danger to himself if left without supervision. "I'll be back in a second."[/b] she told Tyler, after spotting Hayden crawling between two separate peoples legs and out from the dance floor. She reached him in time to help him back on to his feet. Noticing Libby, Hayden grinned and threw his arms around her neck. "LIBBY! There you are!"[/b] he announced happily, hugging her tightly. Libby chuckled, before clicking her fingers at him to get him to focus. "Hayden, we have to go now. That means you t-"[/b] She was cut off quickly though. "No!"[/b] he shouted, causing Libby to jump and narrow her eyes at him. His expression immediately fell into an adorable pout, his eyes widening pleadingly as he did so. "I can't leave now, Libs! I've made new friends!"[/b] he argued, gesturing around the whole bar. Libby sighed, knowing that this wasn't an argument she'd win, nodded slightly. All she really wanted to do was get Tyler home so that she could jump him. Smirking as he read her expression, Hayden leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek and wished her good bye. "Go have fun with Tyler, 'bout time you got into his pants."[/b] he chuckled, not even bothering to dodge the smack she aimed at his arm. Turning her and pushing her back in the direction of Tyler, he then stumbled over to the bar for another drink.

"He's decided to stay."[/b] she told Tyler, already pulling him toward the exit. There was no doubt that the tiny female was eager to get home. As the refreshingly cool air washed over her flushed skin, she gave a sigh of relief. Spotting Tyler's truck, she managed to control herself long enough to keep pace with the man. She did stop in her tracks though when they came to Bessie. "I'll be back for you tomorrow, baby. Don't miss me too much."[/b] she told the bike mournfully, using her free hand to reach over and pet the vehicle lovingly. She then followed Tyler to the truck, glancing over her shoulder at her most beloved possession as she did so.

Hayden had grown bored of the bar not long after Libby had left. He'd downed another two drinks before finding himself stumbling aimlessly through Willow Park. A few students from the near by college were crowded there, drinking. Hayden waved at them happily, to which they returned as equally enthusiastic. Something else seemed to grab his attention suddenly though, pulling it away from the underage teens, and caused him to wander in the direction of a distinct ruffling of feathers. His expression comically curious, the young male rounded one of the bushes littered around the park, only to come face to face with a pair of ducks. Blinking one, Hayden snapped out of the confusion before beaming at the sight of his new feathered friends. The ducks, obviously not sharing his enthusiasm at finding them, squawked indignantly before waddling away swiftly and taking to the pond not far away from them. Hayden's expression fell, as did his body as he slumped to the ground. Looking thoroughly depressed, he decided that it would now be the perfect time to sing. "All by myself!"[/b] he sang, surprisingly in tune, "Don't wanna be, All by myself.."[/b] He sucked in a deep breath before belting out the last word. "ANYMORE!"[/b] Hearing laughter from a little ways away, Hayden pouted. Where had all his new friends gone?

[Onzy]

Tyler wasn't unhappy with the kiss, it was all he wanted, but it seemed that Libby was. The reaction that he got made give himself a mental high five, and as she kissed him, he merely deepened it and complied. He smiled slightly, quite happy with the way things were turning out. At her sultry voice in his ear, he grinned seductively. Hopefully this wasn't just going to be a one night stand type of thing, but it was hard enough to live the girl that he might just end up dating. Now that sounds like a perfect plan, he whispered back, kissing her behind her ear.

He went to go fetch his jacket from the door while Libby went to go fetch a very reluctant Hayden. It didn't seem that the male wanted to leave, but Tyler was in a hurry. He just nodded at the statement and allowed himself to be pulled out of the bar. The cool breeze outside the bar made him realise how flushed he had become inside the crowded room. His pace sped up, but he made sure that Libby could keep up with him. Tyler chuckled at her mournful expression at her bike, and if he had his cable ties and a few willing volunteers then he would have hoisted it onto the bed of the truck. The drive to the apartment was a short one, but hardly quiet.

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Jemma had decided to escape the confines of the College and was roaming around the park, just thinking and planning. The months that she had been engaged was varied between stressful and fun. She was planning her wedding in the time that she had, a small event, their close friends and family, but the venue was still to be decided. The lake area seemed perfect though, and she wondered around trying to imagine her wedding in the park. It would actually be perfect. Sighing happily, she settled under a tree to work on an art project that she was busy with. It slowly grew dark, and after a while, Jemma started packing up. A sound drew her to an a bushy area.

Wary, she approached. Her apprehension was not necessary because it was only Hayden and he was drunk. No, not drunk, absolutely smashed. Hey Hayden, how about we take this party home? she asked, grinning at him. Please don't let him vomit, was what she was thinking during the brief exchange. He looked so vulnerable and cute, that she was wondering what the hell he had been hiding his expressions all these years.