"Well, I'm Spencer. If we're going to be here for a while, we should introduce ourselves." Spencer stepped forward and nodded. "This is-"

"I'm Jon." His fiance interrupted him rudely. "Hi."

"I'm Pete, this is my Patrick." The one with the towel said. The shorter man beside him waved shyly.

"I'm Brendon." The pregnant one smiled and touched the man beside him. "This is my wonderful husband Ryan." He touched his belly. "And this is little Jewel. Or Amber. Or Ryan Jr. Or Brandy. Or Princeton. Or uh, what was the last girl name we chose, Ryan?"

"I'm sure these people don't want to hear all that, Brendon."

"What do you mean these people?" The drunk one frowned.

"What the hell do you mean, what do I mean?" Ryan lifted a brow.

"We are not these people! And I'm tried of the racism in this damn country!"

"Dude, I didn't mean it like-"

"I know exactly what you meant, racist." The drunk unstabily walked up to him.

"What the actual fuck are you talking about?" Ryan snapped. "We're all white!" Spencer couldn't hold in his laughter. Pete and Patrick were next. And then Brendon.

"I'm so sorry." The red head pulled the drunk away. "I'm Andy. And this drunken mess is my boyfriend, Joe."

"I'm not your boyfriend!" Joe snatched away.

"You never are when you're drunk, huh?" Andy sneered.

"I never am. Period!"

"Oh, is that right?"

"That's right! I'm not gay like all of you!"

"You just sleep with me because that's what straight guys do?"

"I do not sleep with you!"

"You know what? I'm not dealing with this shit today!" Andy stormed off to the direction behind the desk in anger. Everyone just watched in awe. He proceeded to bang on the door. A few second later an annoyed Hayley appeared from behind it.

"What, Andy?"

"I want my own room!" He said without fear. "If we're really stuck here, I do not want to spend that time with this closeted idiot!"

"Andy-"

"I refuse to-"

"Oh shut up!" Hayley sighed and threw a pair of keys at him. "Room 306." Andy winced when the small metal key hit his chest. "Interrupt me again, and I'll hurt you." Hayley smiled a cold smile and returned to her place.

"Thank you!" Andy stormed off towards the elevators.

"Andy!" Joe called after him. "Who am I going to sleep with then?"

Everyone looked at him and frowned. He was dead serious. After what he just said to that poor guy, he wanted to sleep with him? Joe took a step forward and stumbled a little. Spencer stepped up and steadied him. Holding him up by his waist.
"Hey, man. If you need to, you can stay in our room on the couch. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Spencer told him.

"And why the hell does it matter to you? Are you sleeping with him?" Jon glared.

"No. It matters because he's in a vulnerable state. And I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."

"Anyone you're fucking!"

"You're crazy!"

"Oh, I'm crazy, huh?"

"Ye-ah"

"Because the humanitarian of the year goes to Mr. Spencer smith!" Jon yelled. "For his kind act of trying to screw the idiot drunk!"

"Jon-"

"No. Have fun sleeping in his room tonight because he isn't sleeping in ours!"

"Maybe I will!"

"And maybe I'll go visit Andy in room 305!" He stormed off towards the elevators.

"306 you fucking moron!"