It didn't take long for Sebastian to be stumbling along, alcohol making his mind buzz. The coke he had snorted wasn't doing him any favors, either.

   He approached the living room couch, flopping on it with a loud groan. Sure, being drunk and high felt spectacular, but damn, did it also make him feel like shit.

   He laid there for a while, feeling sorry for himself. Great, he thought drunkenly. Not only did Savannah choose Tommy, out of fucking anyone, but now I'm plastered and am gonna be puking my fucking guts out soon.

   His pity party was cut off by a tap on his shoulder.

   He looked up, his hair in his face and his eyes clouded with the state of not being completely there.

   Vince was looking down at him. "Hey, man. Having fun?" he teased.

   "Loads of it," Sebastian mumbled sarcastically, sitting up and rubbing his face. "What's up?"

"Have you seen Savannah and Tommy?" Vince asked, looking a little buzzed himself. "I haven't seen them in a while, and I can't find them."

Sebastian's heart plummeted to his stomach. Where were they? What were they doing? "No, I haven't." He stood up, wobbling a little. He needed to put an end to whatever was happening, and, even in his drunken state, was still jealous of the possibilities.

"Do you think that they could be in a guest room? I didn't wanna barge in there, just in case. . .you know," Vince laughed.

   Sebastian did know. And the very possibility made his stomach churn. "Yeah, maybe."

   That's when an odd sense of resolve hit him. He was determined to come between Savannah and Tommy in whatever way he could, even if that meant barging in on them doing what rockstars and fans do.

   He looked at Vince, eyes cold. "I'm going in there."

   Vince looked at Sebastian in return, blinking. "Why?"

   "I love Tommy, I do, but I don't want him anywhere near Sav when they're alone. She's a fan, and I don't want him taking advantage of that."

   Vince felt confused. He had seen Sebastian ushering Savannah over to the Crüe, unbeknownst to either of them. Meaning that he was encouraging her to meet him and his band. Shouldn't he have known that one of the members getting her alone was a possibility? Sebastian was a rockstar too; it's not like this was new territory. Besides, she was an adult that could make her own decisions. She didn't need a protective, drunken asshole barging in on her having a good time.

   He decided to say the second point aloud, only nicer. "She's how old, Baz? In her twenties, maybe?" He smiled slightly, trying to ease whatever tension the next statement would bring. "She's capable of giving consent and of making her own decisions. Neither Tommy nor her were plastered the last time I saw them, so they're both clear-headed. I can't say the same for you, though. So, just. . .leave it, man. You'll regret it later."

   Vince knew that Sebastian had, at the very least, an attraction to Savannah. Why else would he have narrowed his eyes at the Crüe when they were interacting with her before? Why else would he care about Tommy being with her? So, that advice was for Sebastian's own good as well as Savannah's. He didn't want Sebastian to be a buzzkill, thereby limit her interest in him.

   Sebastian, though, wasn't looking at things that wisely. He wasn't the type to see the wise side of things sober, let alone as wasted as he was. So, he scoffed, feeling offended Vince wasn't understanding. "Fuck you, Vince. If I wanna get my fucking colleague, I'll fucking get her."

   Vince raised his hands in surrender. "All right, man. Jesus. Do whatever you want, it was just advice." His voice had a bit of a bite to it, but considerable amounts of pity were also detectable in it. He's really fucking into her, he thought with some endearment.

   "And I will." Sebastian turned on his heel, pushing roughly past the writhing bodies in order to access the stairs.

   Once he made it, he charged up them, seeing some people congregated in the hallway as he made it to the top. Some girls tried to get his attention, one even latching onto his arm, but he rudely dismissed all of them, shaking off that one girl who had captured him. While he was usually up for some mingling between him and stunning women. . . he wasn't now.

   That should've been his first sign that Savannah would change him.

   He approached one of the guest rooms, opening the lockless door and walking in, unannounced.

   There, he saw two people that he could not recall seeing before, let alone inviting. They were making out, possibly on the road to something more. He felt a little guilty as they shouted obscenities at him, raising his hands and backing out while shouting apologies in return. He then shut the door behind him.

   He didn't even pause before going to the next room. He opened the door, and it was vacant.

   Sighing with disappointment, he went to another, opening the door.

   There was Savannah and Tommy, sitting on the bed. Sebastian felt relief flood through him at the fact that they had seemed to just be talking. In fact, he was about to apologize to them and leave.

   But, he caught Tommy's hand resting on her inner thigh.

   Tommy didn't even try to hide it; he just looked at Sebastian, grinning. "Hi, Baz! Welcome to the party!"

   Meanwhile, Savannah was a little uncomfortable. She loved Tommy, yes, and past her probably would've been freaking out with happiness over this. But, now, she wasn't. She was looking at the man she idolized, and then the man she had been genuinely liking, and she knew which one she'd rather.

   Sebastian was seeing red, and, before he knew it, he was exploding. "Get your fucking hand off of her, dickbag!" he snarled, storming up to Tommy and throwing his hand off of Savannah's thigh.

   Tommy shot up from the bed defensively, looking at Sebastian with a look of confusion as well as anger. "Baz, what the hell?!"

   "What do you mean, 'what the hell?' You were—you were. . ."

   Sebastian began to trail off, suddenly unaware of how he wanted to phrase this. How would he put an end to this without looking toxically protective of Savannah?

Savannah felt her heart jump at Sebastian's willingness to protect her. But, she also knew she didn't need it, and this would only escalate into a fight; she knew the personalities of the two men before her, and this was a recipe for disaster.

So, she stood up, too. "Hey, Sebastian, calm down. It's okay."

"The fuck it is! I don't want him touching you, ever!"

"What the fuck?! What do you have against me, Baz?!" Tommy shouted.

   "Oh, get over yourself! I have nothing against you! I just don't want some asshole feeling up my colleague!"

   "She's twenty-two, Sebastian! Why are you trying to protect her?!"

   "Because, damn it, she's so soft-spoken, she wouldn't fucking tell you if she was uncomfortable!"

   "Yes, I would, now shut the fuck up! Both of you!" Savannah finally snapped, causing the two men to stop arguing. She looked at Tommy with a sigh. "Tommy, I love you. I really do. But, before Sebastian came in, I was about to tell you to stop. Next time, ask before you touch someone."

   Then, she turned to Sebastian. "Baz, thank you for wanting to protect me or whatever the fuck. That was really sweet of you. But, I can handle myself. I don't need your help. Besides, what if I wanted the touching and you just killed the mood?"

The very notion that she had wanted it sent a shiver up Sebastian's spine. Thank God she didn't, otherwise he probably would've burst into tears due to his drunken stupor. "Sorry," he squeaked, suddenly ashamed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," Tommy added, averting his gaze to the floor in shame. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable at all. I just—I guess I thought that maybe you were a groupie? Or something similar? I know I shouldn't assume that, but I did." He smiled at Savannah, nudging her playfully. "I guess I underestimated you, Sav."

Savannah nudged him back. "I guess you did. Apology accepted, to both of you. So, are we all good with each other?"

"Yeah, we're good," said Tommy with a toothy grin. He looked at Sebastian, who looked a little paler than normal. "Right, Baz?"

"Right," Sebastian mumbled halfheartedly. Despite the whole situation being resolved by Savannah's levelheaded nature, he couldn't seem to shake off that familiar feeling of rage; that ridiculously heavy dumbbell pressing on his stomach that made him want to rip out Tommy's throat.

In addition, he also felt queasy. He looked it, too. After all, he had done mountains of blow and combined that with a good amount of Jack Daniels. That was a recipe for vomit, and it suddenly clicked that maybe that heavy dumbbell was part queasiness.

Speaking of vomit, he began to feel it rise up his throat. He covered his mouth with his hand and began to gag into it, not at all wanting to throw up. Being the party animal that he was, he was used to it. However, he still hated the feeling and thought that regurgitating the acidic remnants of what he had eaten was a gross concept.

"Hey, man, you all right?" Tommy asked, going up to Sebastian and patting his back.

"Does it look like I'm fucking all right?" Sebastian spat in between retches. "Get the fuck away from me unless you want to be covered in puke." He pushed Tommy away.

Tommy raised his hands in defense, not at all wanting to start another fight with the blond (who seemed strangely angry today, even more so than usual).

And then, making an ass of himself, Sebastian leaned down and puked his guts out. Multicolored mush splattered the floor, and the thick consistency of it made Savannah groan quietly and turn her head away. She had always hated puke; the look, the smell. . .its very existence. So, seeing Sebastian puking due to his indulgences was not exactly high up on her bucket list.

"Gross," Tommy muttered, looking at the pile of stomach acid with distaste.

"Yeah, gross," Sebastian mocked. Suddenly, he realized: a calm resolution was not what he needed at that moment. He was pissed at Tommy, so he should let it out. That was the only way to move on.

"You know," he began, his words slurred, "we're not all good, Tommy! I'm pissed at you! I'm fucking pissed! Sav may be able to forgive you, but I can't! You went and felt her up without asking! You. . .you just don't fuck with your friends' colleagues! You just don't!"

Sebastian knew that his last statement was not the least bit true, but that was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with in his drunken state. So, he continued, much to the bewilderment of Tommy, "You're just an asshole, man. A fucking asshole! You—"

He was cut off by more puke falling out of his mouth. Savannah winced at the sight.

Sebastian wiped his mouth of the excess puke, and he was about to go on when Savannah grabbed his hand and began to pull him out of the room. "Sorry, Tommy. I'll catch up with you later," she said, smiling at him.

Tommy waved, and his suspicions solidified in his mind:

Sebastian was so fucking into her!

Sebastian looked at her. "Hey, hey, let me go! I wanna give that motherfucker a piece of my mind!"

"You already did, Baz," she said tiredly. Again, she appreciated the effort to protect her, and it made her heart flutter a little. But, he was a drunken idiot that just needed to be put to bed. So, that's what she was going to do.

"Yeah, but I want him to get an even bigger piece." Even though he could've easily broken out of her grip, charged into the bedroom he was recently occupying, and beat the shit out of Tommy Lee, he didn't. He just let her pull him into his room.

Again, two people were making out in there. Not even missing a beat, Savannah said in a demanding tone, "Get out."

The couple looked at her, pissed, until they saw a drunken Sebastian, who was looking slightly wobbly on his feet. Then, they left, knowing that this was his house, so he should get his own bed.

Savannah guided Sebastian to his bed and helped him lay down. She stood at his bedside in silence for a moment before saying, "You overreacted."

He groaned, putting his hands behind his head. "I know."

"Poor Tommy."

He scoffed. "Yeah, poor Tommy," he repeated sarcastically.

"Sebastian, I'm serious. The poor guy made a mistake. You guys duked it out, and then you reconciled. And then you rehashed the argument. He was ready to move on."

"And I thought I was, too." He sat up. His eyes were clouded from his indulgences, but also somehow clear and aware. "It just didn't sit right with me the way he touched you, Sav. I don't like the idea of anyone touching you and taking advantage of you. I know it sounds stupid, but it's true."

Savannah stared at him, and he stared back. She chuckled, trying to dismiss the warm, fuzzy feeling she got from those words. "You're drunk, Baz. You have no idea what the hell you're even saying."

"No, I know what I'm saying." He smiled a little. "But, you're right. I am drunk."

"And that's a perfectly good reason to get some sleep."

"Yeah." He slipped under the blanket's covers. "Hey, will you stay with me for a while? I don't wanna feel like shit alone in case I wake up. After all, I need someone to hold my hair back when I puke!" He grinned in a cheesy way.

"Yeah, sure," she agreed. She had nothing else to do, and without the comfort of Sebastian being there if she needed him, the party seemed more intimidating than it already had.

She sat on Rachel's bed, and her and Sebastian made some small talk. They didn't discuss that heartfelt explanation he had given, although Savannah desperately wanted to. It made her feel that maybe he had been experiencing the same attraction that she felt, but she didn't want to jinx anything. Her self-doubt made her think that maybe he was just super protective of his female friends, but that didn't sound right to her, nor did she want it to sound right to her.

Eventually, Sebastian had fallen asleep, breathing steadily. She watched him for a bit before shutting the light off. She snuggled under the covers of Rachel's bed, drifting off to sleep not long after. The buzz of the people downstairs was oddly comforting, as was the feeling of Sebastian's presence.

Needless to say, Savannah didn't end up catching up with Tommy later that night.

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