“Stay close to me,” Will Duvet told his boyfriend, Ethan, sternly as they entered the party.

                “Yes master,” Ethan said, nearly losing his grip on Will’s hand as someone drunkenly stumbled into him.

                “Dammit Ethan, it hasn’t even been 30 seconds yet. If we get separated, I’m leaving you,” Will said, pulling Ethan along.

                “Gee, sorry I’m small and easily knocked over!” Ethan said.

                “Just come with me. We’ll go to the basement. It’s usually quiet down there,” Will said, dragging Ethan through the crowded party and down to the basement.

                There were several long tables set up for beer pong. Only two were being used. Will pulled Ethan over to the far one.

                “Have you ever been drunk before?” he asked.

                Ethan rolled his eyes. “I’m not a huge partier, but I’ve got experience with alcohol, William.”

                “Let’s find someone to play against,” he said, looking around the quieter basement.

                “Hey, you guys looking for someone to play with?” Misha Redner asked, going up to them.

                “Yea,” Will said with a nod.

                “Collie!” Misha called to his boyfriend. “Come here!”

                Collie Archer wandered over and they helped set up the table. They positioned themselves and began to play beer pong.

                “Ethan, you suck,” Will said with a scowl as Ethan missed the cup again.

                “Not last night,” Ethan said with a wink.

                Will scowled at him. “Just hit the cup, will you?”

                “They seem like they hate each other,” Misha said, keeping his voice low so that only Collie could hear him.

                “I mean I kind of hate you right now. Seriously, you’re such a dork. You’re wearing a freaking green sweater to a party, Misha,” Collie said with a sigh.

                Misha frowned. “What’s wrong with my sweater?”

                Collie resisted the urge to face-palm himself. “You drive me crazy. You’re lucky I love you.”

                “Hey, do you guys mind if we play winner? Or loser. Whichever,” Jace said, coming over to the table. Mitch trailed behind him.

                “Sure,” Misha said, glancing over at Will.

                “I’m fine with that,” Will said with a shrug.

                “Wow, that kid sucks,” Mitch said, watching Ethan through the ball and miss.

                “Yes I do. What to experience it?” Ethan offered.

                “Ethan,” Will growled, smacking his arm.

                “Ow! Don’t abuse me,” Ethan said, rubbing his arm.

                “I feel your pain!” Jace called to Ethan, flashing his bruised arm. Mitch had a habit of punching him.

                Ethan scooted closer to Jace. “Hey, you’re cute and abused. I like you,” he said.

                “Ethan, quit scaring people,” Will said, dragging Ethan back to his side.

                “Here, do you guys want to play?” Misha offered Jace and Mitch.

                “You sure?” Mitch asked. “You guys can play another game if you want.”

                “I, uh, I’m not very alcohol tolerant,” Misha said, blushing.

                “He’s a complete lightweight,” Collie clarified helpfully.

                “Collier!” Misha hit him in the arm.

                “Everyone is getting abused here!” Ethan said with a sigh.

                “Guess you better join in the abuse,” Mitch said and punched Jace’s arm.

                Jace yelped and shoved Mitch away from himself. “Ass!” he said, glaring at Mitch.

                Jace rubbed his arm and turned his attention back to Misha and Collie. “Who cares if you’re a lightweight? It’s St. Patrick’s Day. You’re supposed to get embarrassingly hammered,” he said.

                “Yea, you’re supposed to pregame and then go wild at the party,” Will said.

                “Exactly,” Mitch said, nodding towards Will. “We had Irish milkshakes before coming here.”

                “Same,” Will said.

                “I finally learned what an Irish milkshake is. It’s not another name for a McDonald’s Shamrock shake, by the way,” Ethan said.

                “Wow, that kid is innocent. He reminds me of you,” Collie said, nudging Misha.

                “Innocence is adorable,” Mitch said, snickering.

                “Not everyone has a corruptive older brother,” Jace reminded him.

                “God only knows what my brother is doing upstairs,” Mitch said, sighing.

                “Looks, let’s ditch beer pong and get some punch,” Will said.

                “You’re not supposed to drink the punch,” Misha said with a frown.

                “Man, have you ever been to a party before? Punch is the best part!” Jace said.

                “He’s right,” Will said with a nod.

                “Who are you guys, anyways?” Mitch asked.

                “Will.”

                “Ethan.”

                “Misha.”

                “Collie.”

                “Mitch.”

                “Jace.”

                All introduced, the six boy went over to the punch, grabbing a cup each. They huddled into a corner together, sipping on their punch and listening to the obnoxiously loud music.

                “God I love St. Patrick’s Day,” Jace said happily.

                “I just love alcohol,” Mitch said, leaning against Jace casually.

                “I love parties,” Will said, grinning.

                “I love myself,” Ethan said.

                “You hate yourself,” Will reminded.

                “This guy’s an asshole,” Collie said.

                Will scowled as Ethan snickered. The boys talked and drank, going through cup after cup of punch until they suddenly found everything very funny.

                “St. Patrick’s Day is the best holiday,” a very drunk Misha slurred.

                “Until you throw up and I have to care for you,” Collie said.

                Misha stumbled and Will and Jace caught him. Collie sighed and steadied him carefully, pulling him away from the other two boys. This was the last time he was letting Misha go past his drinking limit.

                “Lightweight,” Jace said fondly, watching him. “I remember when Mitch was a lightweight.”

                “Oh, shut up. I’m younger than you,” Mitch reminded, punching Jace’s arm.

                “I better get him home,” Collie said. “Nice meeting you all.”

                “And I better get Ethan home,” Will said.

                “I’m fine!” Ethan argued despite his red cheeks. He was going on his 7th cup of punch.

                “No, you’re night. I’m taking you home,” Will said.

                “You’re not the boss of me!” Ethan said, glaring.

                “I’ll have sex with you,” Will said.

                “You’re totally the boss of me!” Ethan said, stumbling against Will and getting a good feel of his ass. Will sighed and waved to Jace and Mitch as he dragged Ethan away.

                “Let’s go find your brother and get some more punch,” Jace said, slinging an arm around Mitch’s shoulders.

                Mitch grinned up at him. “Sure. I love St. Patrick’s Day.”

                Jace returned the grin. “Me too, Mitch. Me too.” 

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A.N.- Okay, this wasn't my best, but shhh XD I thought it would be kind of cool to make these characters interact since each couple has a college age guy, and I just thought "What if they ran into each other at a party?". So, I hope you enjoyed! ^-^