Boys Night Out ~ Daley

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] Oh of course Deryck would know he had been with the particular girl in question. “I’ll let you in to a secret.” Deryck smirked leaning in to his friend’s ear. “She’s a kinky bitch in bed.” A wink and he sat back and waved at the new bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the bar.

Really he shouldn’t have been here but it was a break from he hospital and his brother, he was in a coma, he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t help him. Deryck had tried the slowing down approach but it hadn’t worked. Now instead of drinking for the sake of it he was doing it to forget about the world outside and just have fun. So that was what he was doing. Opening the bottle he poured a glass for himself and Daley. “And you know I’ll let you in to another secret.” Deryck commented leaning on the bar, he was half drunk now, that devilish smirk as he caught a girl’s eye and flashed her a smile.

Deryck had a habit of pulling girls just for the sake of it.

“That one over there…what’s her name again?” Deryck said raising an eyebrow, he waved it off, he couldn’t remember the name of most girls he had been with – so what he was a man whore its common knowledge. He fucked his groupies deal with it. “She was at the show we did last month in the Live House – kinky as hell, likes the whole thing, handcuffs and scratching but she’s good in the sack.”
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[Daley Watkins]

[/b]" He asked. "Not that I'd want her mind, fucking whore I've heard," He grimaced slightly, it never occurred to him that the boy in front of him could be considered a whore too, but then he was slightly biased about it.

Daley laughed as Deryck leaned in to tell him something, kinky? Ew, now he was getting unwanted mental images. He shook his head slightly, the motion causing him to waver on his feet but he stopped himself before he actually fell over. "Thanks for that, dude," Daley joked, he took his eyes off Deryck and moved them to the bottle of Jack Daniels, he danced inside, squeezing past Deryck to get to the bottle. He loved Jack Daniels, it was major spiffyness and tasted the same. He had a JD t-shirt at home, it was so awesome, and he had belt buckle. Now that's obsession.

Daley glanced at Deryck, hearing his voice again, he looked at the girl he was talking about though he wasn't even sure who he was meaning, his brain was quite confused by now. "Is there anyone you haven't fucked?" Daley questioned. "You'll run out of chicks soon, dude, and I'd like to point out right now, you're not my type," He snickered and looked around the club, seriously, the amount of girls Deryck slept with was amusing. He'd probably die of an STD.[/size][/color][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] Deryck stated watching the girl with disgust. “I must have been absolutely fucking out my face to get with that. I mean look at it I’ve seen more material on a fucking belt.” He commented almost spitefully, the comment was intended to be hurtful and critical. “Though give her a due she’s got a good rack.” He said idly taking another mouthful of the amber alcohol. “And there are plenty of girls in Miami that I haven’t been though, I just seem to get all the good looking groupies that’s all. I mean I wonder what it is about holding a bass on stage that makes women want to throw away all their common decency and jump in to bed with anyone.”
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[Daley Watkins]

[/s] before he took another drink. How rank was he? Drinking out the bottle, then again he had an excuse, he was well on his way to bladdered, remember? He frowned lightly, wondering if he would remember any this evening the following morning, he liked to think he would in fact he told himself he would. Alcohol didn't seem so appealing when he realised he'd loose a few hours of his life, or his memory at least. He shrugged the thought off with another drink, he thought about taking something - and by something he was thinking of pills - but rational thought took over, if only for a second, and told it it'd be stupid as fuck to mix booze and drugs. Then again, since when did that stop him?

He looked at Deryck, who was talking again, bloody hell did he even shut up? Daley giggled at this, of course DerryBerry never shut up, it wasn't who he was. Daley would probably dislike him is he didn't talk as much as he did, at least when he was drunk, Daley and Derry rarely stayed sober for long when they were together. Of course Daley for one wouldn't have it any other way, Deryck was quite good to get pissed with, and high, or both depending on their moods.

Tonight Daley was in one of the latter moods, he groped around his his pockets, looking for something to take, all he found was money and his cell. Tutted to himself he moved over to Deryck "You got anything on you Derry Berry?" Daley asked, his words slightly slurring as he leaned against Deryck for support. Nope, he really couldn't hold his drink that well. Deryck had just finished off his little whore-rant it would seem, Daley giggled at his last little comment "You totally just described yourself, m'boy," He mocked.[/color][/size][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] Deryck said with a grin as he snatched the bottle of him and took a swig. It didn’t matter that Daley had been drinking from the bottle; the thought didn’t phase him at all. With a smirk he eyed the bottle; being drunk was great wasn’t it? It was a state of mind he liked, he liked walking up in the morning and losing time, made everything seem to flash by all that much faster which was the way he liked it. Deryck was one for embracing the rock and roll life style, he lived fast all the time, hardly slowing down for anything he didn’t mind turning up to band practice hung over in fact that was the way he liked it. The nose didn’t bother him he could work fine coming off a high and being hung over he could go out on a lunch time gig and be fine like that it was just the way he was – maybe he was just too used to it.

Leaning back on the bar he eyed his friend with a grin. This was boring, sitting in a bar downing his troubles, he didn’t want to sit in here at the bar drinking anymore – he wanted a party to crash, he wanted to get out his face and party like there was tomorrow, because there might not be that was the thing. He might wake up tomorrow and his brother would be gone – no he couldn’t think like that, he was here to forget about that! Sighing gently he looked at the bottle and downed somemore drinking it slightly too fast. Well it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford too the fact that they were underage and in this bar in the first place said enough about their financial status in the city.

He put the bottle back on the bar and grumbled slightly. He knew most dealers in the town, he knew the places you could get everything and anything, that was the sort of city this was, the models liked their crack and meth, the kids liked their week, the junkies had their smack and everyone always loved a bit of coke – including Deryck, in fact he favoured it quiet a bit. A slight glare at Daley Deryck rolled his eyes, he might have had a lot of women but he didn’t see himself as whore. “I’ve got a couple of E I think.” Deryck said quietly fishing in to his back pocket, he felt the plastic baggie and pulled it out under his sleeve – they maybe all over the place but they were still illegal hell the ‘legalise pot’ campaign was still going. He counted the number of pills in his fingers and smiled. “There’s enough to get us properly rat arsed.” He smirked, yes tonight would be fun.
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[Daley Watkins]

[/b]" Daley snapped when Deryck snatched the bottle from his loose grip, he made no attempt to get it back from him because, to be honest, the thought of getting high seemed a lot more interesting than getting drunk - even though technically he was drunk already. He may admit that he had something of a short attention span, but didn't everyone when they were in his current situation? Of course they did, if they didn't then they were losers. Obviously.

Daley sighed slightly, managed to stop leaning on Deryck and instead lean on the bar, his eyes scanned the room again, seeing an attractive peroxide blond girl make him smirk slightly. He thought about going up to her but decided against it, namely because he didn't think he could walk without tripping over at least once, he was a klutz normally so needless to say no one wants to see what he's like when he's drunk. He vaguely remembered a time when he and Deryck, as well as a few of his other friends, had been out drinking and Daley - being the charmer that he is - decided to go up to a girl and possibly get her out of the wonderful little skirt she was wearing. Cut a long story short he ended up tripping over one of his untied shoelaces and hitting his head off the corner of a chair on the way down. It was all rather amusing to be fair, and everyone had had a good old laugh at his expense but it'd hurt like hell. He would prefer not to relive that experience.

Daley's attention was back on Deryck now, as the other boy pulled something out his back pocket, Daley perked up at the mention of E - not his favourite, yes he had favourites, but hell a drug was a drug, no? He grinned slightly at Deryck's words, good old Derry Berry now he knew why they got along so well. You know, besides having personalities that went well together. "Nice one mate," He said. "That sounds like a brilliant plan to me." He smirked slightly, God knows what these two got up to when they were rat arsed together, he was almost thankful he couldn't remember any of the occasions beforehand. Almost.[/size][/color][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He said rolling his eyes slightly.

There was part of him that wished he had some coke rather than ecstasy, it was more of a mood lifter but still what he had he had and he might as well use it. “Bottoms up….bottoms down then hopefully bottoms up again.” He tipped a pill on to his hand and knocked it back the what was left of the Jack Daniels, making sure there was enough left for Daley. He carefully slid the small bag under the bar to Daley and in to his pocket – it was almost scary how good they were at this. Deryck counted down, only a matter of time before they kicked in and when they did he’d be on cloud nine with a Popsicle and a bottle of rum. Though saying that E was one drug you shouldn’t mix with alcohol – the results could be deadly but Deryck really didn’t give a shit. He had done it before, the downer was a bitch sure but he had survived and the night had been amazing, at least he assumed it had been.

He stood there for a moment blinking, it took a few minutes – a few minutes too much in his opinion – to get in to your blood stream but still he tapped his fingers on the bar and waited. There were a few things he liked about this particular drug, it didn’t have the same energy effect as speed, it wasn’t one that gave you a kick up the arse and kept you going no it was more of a friendly drug. Usually Deryck was quite placid, he wasn’t that aggressive or angry with most people and the drug just amplified that, he went in to an almost state of absolute friendliness where he would drape his arm round any one (though usually the people he was with) and generally was a hundred times more sociable to be with – not to mention he just liked that feeling of being happy it gave him, because despite how it appeared usually he wasn’t.
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[Daley Watkins]

[/b]" He laughed, unable to even think about keeping a straight face. He sighed slightly, running a hand through his hair quickly - a sign of impatience on his part. Drugs. Now. Derryyy. He was tempted to say all this out loud, but he could seriously see Deryck withholding the E if he did. And that kids, was a thought not worth thinking about. So Daley kept his thought to himself, giggling to himself as he mentally called Deryck terrible names, so terrible I daren't type them! And that's saying a lot since I have a mouth like the fucking gutters.

Daley looked down as he felt something at his hips, or jeans pocket rather, if he didn't know any better he'd think Deryck was coming on to him, that thought gained a shudder of disgust from him. He took the bag of his pocket, hiding it in the palm of his hand, strange how even when drunk he could manage to be subtle, and strange how that talent only really came out when he was trying to hide illegal drugs from prying eyes. What would the world think? Pete Wentz and Ian Watkins' sons getting rat arsed together, why, hell may have just frozen over.

With an ease that only really came from experience Daley took a pill from the bag before it was stuffed back into his pocket, he put the pill on his tongue his eyes scanning around the for Jack Daniels, he snorted slightly as he watched Deryck drink some, leaving barely none for him, charming. Okay not 'barely' but still, he wanted out. Pout. He took the bottle off Deryck and took a swig, imaging to pill going down his throat in a wash of Daniels. What a vivid imagination he had.

He slammed the bottle back on the bar, sblack personing at the rather loud noise it made, obviously it took a few minutes for anything to really happen to him. He span around on the spot so his back was to the bar again, the ecstasy apparently working, though a bit slowly for Daley's liking. "Dude, why are we here? I mean, at the bar?" Daley blabbered, his movements becoming more and more animated as he spoke. "We should be dancing dude, this is a club, they do that at clubs, right? Who are this 'they' anyway?" He pondered. Now would be a good time to shut the fuck up Dales.[/size][/color][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

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Deryck had learned the world from a British comedy show that had been around a long time ago, he owned the DVDs and secretly was a fan – even though he didn’t really broadcast it he had adopted the world ‘smeg’ just because it was a bit different from what everyone else said. He suddenly felt that life, a wild smile across his lips as a laugh escaped his lips. His eyes said it all really, you just had to look at them to understand that he was high though saying that it wasn’t unusual either if he wasn’t in he house at highlight (which was usually six out of seven nights a week) he was either drunk, high or more commonly both. Though as we’ve said before he likes it like this.

He smiled dangerously as he threw and arm around the shoulders of his friends. “Lets go fucking dance my mate and show these losers what it’s about.” His voice slurred as he leaned on his friend. That feeling of self confidence, self worth and an over all sense of well being about everything swept over him. There was something particularly ‘buzzing’ about the drug as he smiled and began dragging Daley towards the dance floor. He ran a hand though his hair as he looked round, there was flash across his vision, as there was that tingly feeling as the rush started to hit him that sudden feel of exhilaration mixed with the feeling of nausea.

It was as if the music was touching him, the feeling of the bass from the thumping rave music hit his chest, as if he was really feeling it and not just imagining it. He smiled at Daley and smirked.

God of their parents know what he was doing…
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