Drunken Compassion

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NOW! Back by somewhat popular demand! I present Drunken Compassion- Chapters 1 through 4!!

I'm suprised that people actually remember that I posted the first chapter. But to those who read the first part . . . this story isn't going in the direction you probably think it's going in. . . Sorry.

Title: Drunken Compassion
Pairing: ColinandRyan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: blah, blah, blah, don't own . . . blah, blah, blah, wish I could . . . blah, blah, blah . . .
Summary: People say that when you get drunk your true feelings come out. But maybe it's just the drink talking . . . ?


Drunken Compassion: Chapter 1- I like the word plastered.


They were all at the bar.

And they were all plastered.

Well, maybe not ALL, but most. There were some who had appointed themselves as designated drivers. Which was good because some probably wouldn't be able to find their car, none-the-less their car keys, by the nights end.

But they were all at the bar. You know the one. Where everyone went to but nobody was there. Where everyone knew your name if you were wearing a nametag. The kind of bar that was a rat hole but only because that was probably what was on the menu. Not that anyone actually ate.

Why get plastered here? Because nobody here watched their show.

Which was probably a good a good thing since they were being quite loud. But every once in a blue moon a stray rabid fan girl would follow them. Of course, they made sure to autograph and photo before they went inside.

So why get drunk? What's the occasion to be so loud?

And who?

Well, you probably know who it is and it just so happens to be the 10-year-anniversary of the show. And everyone was there. Even the people who didn't get any credit until their name was read at the end of the show. But they were having a party.

The whole cast had decided to drink 'till they couldn't possibly live. Ryan, who usually drank lighty a couple times a week, was still doing pretty well after the first couple. Greg, going a little fast through the rounds on a count of Brad and Wayne, would still have been able to walk a suitalbe line. Even though it was only the second hour, Jeff was almost out of it and Chip looked about to puke, having gone through too many beer too fast.

Colin, though, was a totaly different story. Liquor never totally suited with his stomach, brain, or any other part of his body. It made him giddy and dizzy and absolutely fearless.

As Ryan watched Brad, Wayne and Greg go through shots of whatever they could get their hands on, he felt Colin sidle up to him in the booth.

Drunken Compassion: Chapter 2- I didn’t know Colin could giggle . . .

 
As Ryan watched Brad, Wayne and Greg go through shots of whatever they could get their hands on, he felt Colin sidle up to him in the booth.

"10 years . . . " Ryan murmered.

Colin grinned broadly, "And hopefully more!" He raised his bottle in a toast and took a swig.

"Woah, man!" Ryan waved his hand in front of his nose. "How many beers have you had?"

"I don't know . . . " he looked at his fingers and tried to tick off. "Got one when we came in. Then Greg gave me one. And Dan . . . The last one was from Brad and this one," he held it up. "I don't remember . . . " A confused look crossed his face but only stayed for a second.

Ryan looked at him in disbelief. "That's five beer's man! Don't you think that's too many?"

"Hey!" Colin's head weaved a little. "I don't talk about your drinking habits!"

This comment got to Ryan a little. "That's because I don't have any."

"Sure you don't." Colin looked away.

A little anger started to creep into the tall man's voice. "I think you've had enough."

Colin turned back to Ryan and peered into his face. "You know what?"

"What?" Ryan said crossly.

Colin smiled. "You're kinda cute when you get mad!"

Ryan wasn't expecting this comment. A blank expression fell upon his long face. Colin just sat there with his drunken smile. Obviously no one else had heard this; actually, it seemed the commotion was getting louder.

Finally Ryan snapped out of it and snatched Colin's bottle. "You've definitely had enough."

Colin started to pout. He leaned into Ryan. "What's wrong?"

The taller man furrowed his brow.

"Afraid of another  . . . man? complimenting you like that?"

Ryan leaned back away from his friend. He was actually starting to get scared. "I think that was the beer talking."

Colin just laughed.

"I, also, think it's time for you to go back to the hotel."

His friend groaned and grabbed his bottle back before he took another swig.

 

Drunken Compassion: Chapter 3- Damn Alcohol . .

"I, also, think it's time for you to go back to the hotel."

Colin groaned and grabbed his beer bottle back before he took another swig.

Ryan scootched past Colin and went over to the group that held Dan and Drew. He informed them that he was going to be taking Colin back to the hotel. He cast a quick glance around the bar and decided that it would be best to take Jeff and Chip, also. So, on his way out of the bar, Ryan made sure to collect the drunks. He had to support Jeff in his sleeping, drunken, stupor and Chip hooked onto Ryan's back belt loop. Colin weaved his way along side, occasionally bumping into them.

The drive back was short. Every few minutes a groan would be emitted from the back seat, where Chip was trying to keep the alcohol in him. Colin sat in the passenger seat, which was a mistake since he kept poking and pushing Ryan and trying to grab the steering wheel. Though, every time Ryan tried to reprimand Colin the latter would only giggle and smile.

At the hotel, Ryan dragged the three up to their rooms. He tried to put Jeff in his bed but somehow he managed to end up on the floor. So Ryan just put a pillow under his head and pulled the comforter off the bed and layed it on Jeff.

Next, he helped Chip to the bathroom of his room. Ryan made a mental note to check on him later.

Finally, it was Colin's turn.

"Alone . . . " he giggled. Ryan just shook his head and steered his buddy up the hall to his room.

But Ryan couldn't help but wonder why his friend was trying to hit on him. 'Damn alcohol,' he thought.

Soon they made it to Colin's room.

"Where's the key?" Ryan asked.

Colin tried to put up an innocent face. "You'll have to find it!" he sang.

Ryan let out a heavy sigh. "Why do you have to make things so difficult?" He then took to searching in all of Colin's pockets while his friend just stood there and giggled.

After a minute of searching, Ryan extricated the key from Colins back pocket. He swiped the key through the lock and opened the door. They walked into the dark room, with only a few stripes of street side lamp-light thrown against the wall.

Ryan moved to turn on a lamp. "You should go take a shower-" he began but was cut short as a pair of arms, coming from behind, snaked around his middle. Totally frozen with fear and confusion Ryan could feel his friends warm body pressed against his back. Colins hot, liquored breath on his neck.

"You know," Colin said in a husky voice, sounding quite sober. "I've heard that when people are drunk their true feelings come out."

Ryan gulped.

Colin giggled and emitted a burp which brought on more giggles. This told Ryan that his buddy was still wasted.

"You wanna know my true feelings?" Colin laughed as Ryan tried to pull himself out of Colin's arms.

"Not really," he said forgeting the lamp and trying to conceintrait on how to get Colin to sleep.

"Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway." He went on, following Ryan around the room. "I truely want to kiss you and get in bed with you!"

Ryan turned to look Colin in the face.

Chapter 4: No more nose hairs left!
 

Ryan turned to look Colin in the face.

"What?" his voice full of shock and disbelief and even a little horror.

"You heard me," Colin slurred a bit. He started to approach Ryan.

Taking a step back, Ryan bumped into the wall next to the bathroom. With Colin still coming at him he looked for a way out. But, alas, it was too late! Ryan's drunk Canadian buddy was less than an inch away.

Suddenly, Colin flung his arms around Ryan's neck. The taller man grunted from the sudden weight.

"I just want to kiss you!" Colin said.

The closeness of Colin's alcohol stained breath was making Ryan's nose hairs burn.

And yet, in Ryan's moment of panic, a plan formulated in his mind.

A smile spread across Ryan's lips. "You want to get in bed with me?"

"Yeah," Colin started up his giggling again.

"Well, why don't you go take a shower," he nodded toward the bathroom. "And I'll be here when you get out."

Colin pulled back a bit. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah." he tried to sound sexy but in his mind he was twitching like crazy.

"Ok." Colin let go of his hold around Ryan's neck and walked in an unbalanced way into the bathroom.

Ryan watched Colin go into the bathroom, keeping the fake smile plastered to his face. Once the door was shut, Ryan let out his breath in a whistle and slid down the wall a little. Even with the plan he still didn't totally know what he was going to do. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Looking around the room he noticed a wooden desk chair that was planted near the window.

'This'll work,' he thought, getting the chair and carrying it over to the bathroom where he could hear the water running. He leaned the chair back and hooked it under the door nob, figuring the door swung outward.

'Now, I have to wait, I guess.'

He went over to the bed and sat down, putting his face in his hands. He messaged his eyes thinking about the long night ahead.

'Why would he do this?' Ryan started to ponder the situation. 'Maybe he had more then just beer. Or! Maybe something was slipped into his drink! That could be it. Someone probably slipped in Rohypnol or Ketamine. Now he's hallucinating!' Ryan smiled at his knowledge of date rape drugs but then started wondering why he knew so much.

Suddenly a loud thud interupted his thoughts. The tall man looked up at the bathroom door, seeing the handle jiggle.

"Ryan?" Colin's muffled voice reached his friends ears. It sounded like he was pressing himself against the door. "Ryan?"

"Yes?" he put a smile in his voice.

"I think the door's stuck."

"It can't be!" Ryan put on mock horror.

"I think it is."

Ryan could hear Colin jiggle the handle a bit. He got up off the bed. "Let me try." He walked over to the bathroom and, carefull not to disturb the chair, rattled the door a bit in a false attempt to let his friend out. "I can't get it." he called through the door.

“Oh,” was all that came back.

Some silence passed between them when Ryan started to hear the all too familiar sound of Colin’s giggling.

“Col?” he asked the door.

“Yes?” Colin replied sweetly.

“What’s so funny?”

Another pause. “The toilet.” And more giggling followed.

I hope this satisfies everyone, who cares about this story, for now.