Six young men in a nightclub on a Saturday night. What could go wrong? Sigma had already made a list of a few things, but the situation was already overwhelming him.

Agatha was completely and utterly drunk, singing karaoke barefoot while breakdancing on the table. Fyodor, who seemed on the verge of passing out, stubbornly refused to stop drinking and sit down to catch his breath, and he continued with his intense twerking. Gogol was hustling the tipsy folks. And Dazai and his boyfriend, Chuuya (God have mercy on their souls), seemed about to have sex in the middle of the dance floor.

He let out a sigh. All he wanted was a normal night! The guys had promised him that partying and drinking until they dropped was what any average young person did, but even in something as common as that, his friends managed to steal all the attention. When he joined the university orchestra, he didn't think he would find himself in situations like this.

However, there he was, surrounded by his genius/drunk/prodigy/idiot friends in a nightclub in the middle of nowhere far from his house on the Saturday before exam week. He hadn't even drunk anything yet and he already felt dizzy and nauseous.

Sigma sighed. Fyodor approached him so stealthily that he didn't realize he was right next to him until he turned around and nearly had a heart attack.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, putting his hand to his heart. "You scared me."

"ExcUsss," the Russian hiccuped, apologizing.

Agatha stumbled over as well, leaning against the bicolor-haired young man's shoulder, laughing foolishly and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Eeey, u twO!" She yelled at Dazai and Chuuya "Get urselffes a mOtell!"

Dazai and Chuuya, also drunk as hell, laughed and got closer to each other.

"Shall we go to a motel?" The brunette asked in a low voice, passing his hand through his partner's thighs.

"Mhg? Aha, a mOtell sounds goOd" Chuuya rubbed his crotch with the other's. "Today is sex night!"

Laughing and stumbling, they awkwardly walked to the exit. Maybe to call a taxi and go to a motel, or maybe go to the bathroom to vomit all the alcohol they had ingested, and then have sex right there. Those two have no shame.

"I'm gO ing to dansss" Fyodor mumbled, but Sigma grabbed his arm, and someone else fell on top of him.

"Hey, Dos-kun!" Gogol greeted, "Watch out for anemia. You look pretty out of breath."

"That's true," Sigma said, "You should be careful, take a break."

"Nah," stubborn as a mule, the Russian pulled away from both of them, "I'm gOing to dRink."

"It's true!" Agatha exclaimed, "Sigma-chan hasn't dRunk yet!"

"Ah! No, I don't want to..."

But Sigma couldn't refuse. His friends cornered him, shouting "Drink! Drink!" The commotion caused unknown drunk people to join the chorus, and soon half the nightclub was cheering the young man on to drink.

So, unable to resist the pressure, he took a sip. And then another, and another...

In the end, the silhouettes started to blur, and he lost track of what was happening around him.

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And remember, folks: don't give in to peer pressure.

"Hello! Welcome. This is a translation of one of my stories. So if there's any mistake, feel free to let me know to correct it. 

Thank you for reading!"