#robastian

"Hey, it's not my fault they weren't wearing any green. It's St. Paddy's Day; they should know better."

"Pretty sure pinchin' guys' arses counts as sexual harassment."

"I don't know what you're talking about. They loved it. Besides, I'm pretty sure your adorable baby face was what really gets us kicked out."

"Maybe we should give up fer the night an' go back ta yer dorm room." Rory admitted defeat.

"What kind of Irishman are you?" Sebastian frowned. He wanted liquor and he wanted it now.

"The kind that's gettin' tired of gettin' kicked outta pubs cos of yer wanderin' hands."

"Fine. We'll go back to the dorm. But first, " Sebastian whipped out his fake ID and some cash. "We're going to buy some booze to take back with us." They drove to the nearest convenience store. Exiting the car, Sebastian looked over at Rory. "You," he spoke sternly, pointing at the Irish boy, "Stay in the car. Your baby face has caused enough trouble tonight." He winked and shut the car door. Rory waited impatiently while Sebastian was inside paying for a large case of beer and a few bottles of slightly fancier looking drinks. He returned and put the alcohol in the back seat, hiding them under a blanket. "Shall we?"

"Are ya sure we won't get in trouble?" Rory asked nervously as Sebastian pulled up to Dalton. Sebastian shook his head. "Nah. I do this all the time. Here. Carry this." Carefully concealing it, Sebastian and Rory successfully transported the alcohol to Sebastian's room. Rory set down his load and started to crack open a bottle.

"Ah ah ah." Sebastian reached out to stop him. "What fun is drinking without some games?" Opening a dresser drawer, he pulled out a box of shot glasses hidden underneath a pile of clothes. Rory watched closely, his face starting to turn red as he caught sight of Sebastian's underwear. He gulped. "What kinda games?"

Sebastian followed Rory's gaze and smirked. "Whatever kind of games you want."

"Pictionary?" It was the first thing that came to Rory's flustered mind. Sebastian chuckled at the suggestion.

"You are absolutely adorable. Sure. Pictionary sounds fun. But first, the rules. Every time you guess wrong," he held up a shot glass, "You take a shot."

As the night progressed, the simple game of Pictionary got more and more interesting. "That's obscene!" Rory exclaimed (a bit tipsy), as Sebastian revealed his latest drawing.

"That's what you've said about all of my pictures," Sebastian slurred. "At least I can draw! Your chicken scratches are going to get me wasted!"

"I haven't been drawin' any chickens..." Confusion and liquor were starting to cloud Rory's mind.

"Whatever. You d-didn't guess right, so take a shot. Actually, take two shots. The second one is for insulting my beautiful rendition of..." Sebastian glanced back and gestured at the white board "...whatever this is."

At one point in the evening, almost completely plastered, the boys managed to lose the dry erase marker. Finding what appeared to be a new one, Rory took his turn. "Seb? Why- why isn't this erasin'?"

Sebastian blinked a few times. "I dunno. Just scratch it out and draw on another spot." It wasn't long before the entire board was filled with indecipherable scribbles.

"Bas! There's no room left. What do I do?"

"I don't know! Take another shot and find something else to write on."

Rory took another shot and frowned. "I don't know... don't know what ta draw anymore. We ran outta suggestion cards."

"Just draw whatever your little Irish heart desires."

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The rest of the night was a complete blur. Sebastian awoke the next morning in his bed in nothing but his socks (or rather, one sock) and underwear. His head was pounding. Draped over his chest was the arm of a very unconcious Irish boy, also dressed in very little. Sebastian tried to remember the events of the previous evening, but he was drawing a blank. Did he deflower his virgin boyfriend? Sebastian's mind was racing and he started to panic. Normally he wouldn't care so much, but he had promised Rory that he would take things slow and that their first time would be special.

Cold water. That's what he needed. Sebastian carefully pulled Rory off his chest and went to the bathroom. He splashed his face with cold water a few times, blinked, and looked up into the mirror. Sebastian's face froze in horror. Across his chest were large scribbles that appeared to be words. He was still a bit out of it and the reflection in the mirror was confusing him. He couldn't make them out. Frantically, he tried wiping the words off, but they just wouldn't budge. "Oh... my god. Is... is this a tattoo? WHAT THE HELL?!"

At that moment, Rory groggily wandered in, holding his head. "Whasamatter, Seb? Why're ya yellin'? Yer givin' me a massive headache." He tilted his head slightly. "And why does yer chest say...? Oh..."

Rewind to the previous night...

Pictionary was getting extremely boring (even with the booze). What could make it more exciting? Strip Pictionary! Brilliant idea! Sebastian was the first to lose his shirt. Remembering what Sebastian had told him about finding something new to draw on and to draw whatever his heart desired...

Back in the present...

"You wrote, 'Kiss me, I'm Rory Flanagan' on my beautiful body? In permanent marker?! This'll take forever to wash off!"

"I...I... ya told me to write whatever my heart desired... I... just wanted a kiss..." Rory's big blue eyes started to tear up.