A/N Happy New Year everyone! Let's all hope that 2017 will be better.

As a reward for finishing the tour, Pete and Brendon decided to have the night out in a club. 

Obviously, this type of setting isn't yours or Patrick's cup of tea. So you both ended up by the sidelines, occasionally taking a few shots while (trying) to look out for the rest of the gang.

Drunk Brendon and Pete were battling out the DJ and having a screaming competition in which their intoxicated audience seemed to enjoy. Spencer, Joe, and Andy were amongt the audience. Meanwhile, Kenny and Dallon held their liquor well and stayed on the side with you and Patrick.

And because you don't go out much, you immediately became drunk after four or five shots. Also, you took shots because Brendon urged you even when Patrick tried to stop him.

" Ever have to kill an owl? " you ask as you dangle your shot glass on your right hand, " You can't snap its little neck. Its head . . . just keeps turning. " You settled the glass in the table before making a head-turning motion. 

Dallon and Kenny exchanged a nervous glance with Patrick then turn to look back at you with uneasy eyes.

" I think that's enough for tonight. " Patrick says as he slowly takes the glass out of your hand. 

" But what else is gonna help pass the night with those bozos out there screaming their heads off. " you gesture to Pete and Brendon, who is still making the crowd go wild with their competition.

Patrick looks back to you and your head starts to loll down to the table until it finally lands with a thump along with your body going slump.

" I think she passed out. " Kenny said.

" No shit. " Dallon takes a swig.

" What do I do now? " Patrick looks helplessly to the two in front of him.

" Just take her back to the hotel. " Dallon says.

" I'll go with you. " Kenny finishes his drink and pays for his and Patrick's drinks. " Look after them, will ya? " he pats Dallon's shoulder and stands up to help Patrick.

. . . . . .

" She's not as light as I thought she would be . . . "

" Suck it up and be grateful she's not awake to hear what you just said. "

Kenny stumbled through the sidewalk as he tried to keep you from falling while Patrick tried to clear some way. They actually planned that both boys would carry you, but the width of the sidewalk made it seem like it was meant for two people.

With that being said, Kenny thought how sad it would be for three friends. One would just have to squeeze themselves into the other two or give up and think of how miserable you really are.

Gee, that took a slight turn. Anyway . . .

After a few minutes, they finally reached the hotel. Patrick shuffled his wallet for the hotel key, then proceeded to help Kenny in putting you on the bed after opening the door.

Slowly, you began to obtain consciousness, but you were still pretty drunk. You groaned as Kenny and Patrick lifted you onto the bed.

" Is your hair made of gold? " you ask Patrick. He looked at you then at Kenny uneasily. Kenny just raised his eyebrows and gave him a look that pretty much said, ' You're on your own on this one. '

" Uhh, yes? " Patrick answered.

" Good to know. " you giggled and drifted to sleep.

Both boys sighed. Kenny then told Patrick that he wants to go back for the others in case Dallon gets a hard time in hauling the boys back into the hotel. Kenny patted his back then left quietly.

Patrick looked at your sleeping face. His eyes focused on every inch of your face until he settled on your lips. He never realized how much he wanted to kiss those lips until now.

Will it be wrong to do it now while you are passed out?

Of course it's wrong you dimwit. He thought, I don't even know if I genuinely like her.

Patrick covered his face with his hands and groaned. Its probably just the alcohol talking, but he wasn't so sure.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your phone ring. It was the convict guy again. He cautiously looked at you before he slowly reached for your phone.

" Hello? " he picked up while walking towards the bathroom and closing the door so you wouldn't hear.

There was a long silence before a gruff voice spoke, " Who is this? Is this a friend? "

" Yes. " Patrick said with all the confidence he could muster.

" Ah. Well, could you please hand the phone over to (Y/n). "

" She's asleep. Why do you need to talk to her anyway? "

" Some important confidential business on her painting. "

" Confidential huh? Doesn't seem promising, considering that your contact name is convict. "

Static fills the call before the gruff voice muttered, " I see how it is. " and hung up.

Patrick sighed angrily and exited the bathroom quietly, than deleted the call log, because he didn't want you find out that he used your phone without permission, before putting it back where it was before.

An hour later, Kenny and Dallon burst in with the other boys, snapping Patrick from his thoughts. " Finally! " Kenny said and Patrick hushed him then pointed to you. " Ah. " Kenny mouthed a sorry.

Dallon and Kenny helped Andy and Joe to their respective beds before coming back for the other two. And while they did that, Pete tried to make his way on his own to his bed but passed out halfway. And Brendon thought it was a good idea to fall asleep on Pete, so he did just that.

So when Kenny and Dallon came for them, they saw the two just a few steps away and thought, 'Screw it. Its their fault we went to a club.' Then got ready for bed.

Patrick laughed quietly at the scene. He sat on your bed, whispered 'goodnight." and kissed your forehead before he got ready for bed along with the other two.