Some of the boys were totally hammered already, stumbling into things and slurring their words. That was mostly the ones that didn’t come out and drink with us very much – like Russell, my dad, and of course George, who I’d found a new found appreciation for. He was an awesome drunk. “Guys, what’s the time?” I asked. My head was starting to ache where we’d been drinking for too long. I either needed to go home and go to sleep, or drink some more to push past the headache. “One in the morning,” Ashton chirped, slinging his arm around my shoulder. “And, no, we’re not going home yet.” I sighed and nodded. It looked like it was option two we were going for. “Fine. Let’s go dance to stop George whining,” I suggested, nodding over my shoulder at him. We headed to a club then. When we were all in and had found a table, we started another drinking competition. This one was word related and quicker than the prank calling we’d done earlier. “Right then, so I’ll start by saying the name of an animal.
