alcohol mention 

also unwanted creeps 

vomit mention

The club was loud, the music was booming, and everyone was having a good time.

Florida was distressed.

He didn't think anything of it when the rest of his boyfriend's suggested bringing DC out with them tonight. The fed was having a rough few days, and figured a night out with his parents would make him feel better. DC protested at first, claiming he had work to do, but some gentle reassurances and California lending him one of his outfits finally convinced him to go. It was nice to see their partner all loosened up before they left, partially thanks to the one shot he did while getting ready, and then asking for at least two more before they even were finished.

That should've been warning number one.

Florida groaned at his phone going off in his pocket and pulled it out to a text from California.

Cali: Find him yet?

Florida: No, not yet. Any luck outside?

Cali: Bonnie says he's not outside with the smokers, fuck prarie you were supposed to keep an eye on him!
Yorkie: Hey fuck you!

The chaos gremlin groaned and shoved the phone back in his shorts, keeping his eyes peeled for DC. The last he saw him, he was already pretty drunk, and Florida was texting Louisiana that they should get DC out of there and when he looked up he was gone. He felt like he'd been everywhere around the club and there was still no sign of their lover.

"Well, I checked all the bathrooms. A bunch of girls gave me their number, but I can't find darlin'." Louisiana said with a sigh.

"Loui you don't think anyone took him home, do you?" Florida asked mentally kicking himself. He knew he knew he should've suggested a quiet bar like DC would've liked or just stayed at home and drank but no, it had to be a club.

"Don't worry sha, we'll find him." Louisiana pointed out kissing his boyfriend's head. Florida sighed and looked around the hazy club, hoping to God DC would pop out of nowhere.

Thankfully someone was on his side tonight.

"WHOA that was a lot of cups!" Someone yelled over the music as a bunch of glass smashed on the floor. Louisiana and Florida looked at each other in shock.

"You don't think...." Florida whispeed and Louisiana grabbed his hand and sped towards the bar. Pushing through the crowd, they found DC, outfit completely ruined, laying on a pile of cups that he accidentally knocked over, completely and utterly smashed. Some guy, a beach douche as Florida would call him, was crouching over him, hand on his shoulder and talking to him, obviously trying to pick him up.

"C'mon man, it's just a little walk to my apartment...." The beach douche whispered.

"N-No...no...I've..mm...no..." DC slurred gently pushing the beach douche away. Louisiana didn't hesitate and quickly dashed in front of DC, blocking him from view.

"What the fuck bro?" The beach douche yelled getting to Louisiana's level.

"Get away from him!" Louisiana ordered.

"Dee? Dee it's Florida." Florida whispered helping DC up.

"Dia I....heh....Dia so...some nice people.....mmmm....drinks...." DC mumbled leaning against Florida's shoulder.

"He's spoken for!" The beach douche pointed out.

"Yeah by me." Louisiana hissed.

"C'mon Dee, we'll get the others and bring you home." Florida whispered, taking his phone out of his pocket. Suddenly the beach douche reached over and grabbed DC out of Florida's hands, bringing him close to his side and turning away from the two.

"C'mon baby, you don't want to go with them." The beach douche whispered handing DC another drink.

"Mm...no....boyfriends..." DC slurred although he took the glass. The drunk fed was about to take a drink when he got knocked down by the force of Louisiana punching the beach douche.

"DIA GET DC OUT OF HERE." Louisiana yelled, angry as all hell. Florida grabbed DC again and took him away from the bar area as Louisiana and the beach douche began to fight. A crowd gathered around the fight as California, Texas, and New York found the two.

"You found him!" Texas announced.

"Some asshole was feeding him drinks at the bar." Florida announced holding DC steady.

"Oh was he? Where is he?" New York asked, readying his fists.

"Loui's taking care of that, but we gotta get him out of here." Florida announced.

"I got him, you guys get 'nolia." California said gently, taking DC away from the chaos gremlin. He began gently leading DC out as the other three hurried over to stop Louisiana from getting arrested.

"LOUISIANA, IT AIN'T WORTH IT!" Texas yelled, finally getting through the crowd and grabbing his boyfriend.

"All this for some whore at the bar?" The beach douche yelled trying to wipe the blood off his nose.

"Oh now he's asking for it!" Texas hissed about to dash off before New York grabbed him.

"You twos, stop it! We gotta get DC home." New York ordered. The crowd all groaned as the fight stopped, and began moving away from the group. The beach douches friends all helped him up, and the states began moving away.

"Yeah let's see what happens the next time you guys come here, he'll be mine faster than you can say tequila!" The beach douche yelled. New York gritted his teeth, spun around, and punched the beach douche right in the nose.

"If you ever talk about cherry like that again I'll break your ENTIRE FACE." New York yelled before turning back to his shocked boyfriends. He adjusted his jacket.

"Let's go, cherry needs us."

DC groaned the next morning with his head on the toilet seat rim.

"I'm never drinking again." DC groaned as the bathroom door opened and shut.

"How you doin' rosie?" California asked, kneeling down on the ground.

"I'm going to die aren't I?" DC asked.

"Not if we have anything to do with it." California said with a laugh rubbing DC's back. DC groaned and attempted to sit down, the ceiling spinning and the bile in his throat. He looked at his partner and took his hand.

"What happened last night?" DC asked.

"Oh, you drank too much rosie." California pointed out.

"Mmm....what else? Loui....Loui's hands are all bruised..." DC groaned. California bit his lip as Louisiana stepped into the bathroom.

"Got some more Ginger Ale for ya darlin'." Louisiana announced putting the bottle on the sink.

"'Nolia, rosie wants to know what happened last night." California explained.

"You drank too much, that's what happened."

"No. What really happened." California hissed eyes darting to Louisiana's knuckles, which were red and bruised.

"Oh....uh...." Louisiana muttered. It would freak DC out too much to know what really happened, and would scare him from ever going out again. Even though they'd probably never go out clubbing again, at Florida's suggestion just sticking to quiet bars.

"I fell." Louisiana announced.

"You did?" DC asked.

"Someone spilled a drink and I took a nice shiner." Louisiana explained. DC contemplated the lie.

"I guess that....oh god it's coming up again...." DC groaned before putting his head back into the toilet and throwing up.

"Honey can you get another heating pad for him? I think Yorkie just heated one up." Louisiana asked. California nodded and quickly left the bathroom, leading Louisiana to tend to his sick partner. He rubbed DC's back as he stared at his bruised hand, thinking back to last night and how hard he punched the douches for messing with him.

It was all worth it to protect DC.