Requested by: Loribakersville

Well, here ya go.

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The music pounded in his ear drums as he looked down into his glass. He sighed, picking up the cup by the top and swishing around the alcohol inside. He shrugged his shoulders, staring into the liquid. Why had he let Frisk talk him into this? He didn't really want to do anything. Not that there was such to do except dance, make-out, or have sex. Suddenly, he felt a presence beside him. Glancing over, he barely saw PJ in the flashing lights.

"Crown." He mumbled to the person behind the counter. It was the one kid here who probably hadn't had anything to drink. The 'bartender' filled up a small cup and handed it to him. He downed it quickly, asking for another. He filled it up again and PJ downed it again. Over. And over. And over.

"Jesus, why are you so thirsty?" Fresh asked, taking a small sip from his cup with a playful smile on his face. His eyes flashed with a michevious glint, though it was barely noticeable with all the colorful lights. PJ put the still full glass down.

"I just... I'm done with all the shit in the world, ya' know?" PJ said, leaning his head into his hand. Fresh downed all of his drink, asking for another.

"You caught your girl cheatin', didn't ya'?" He said, taking his drink from the bit behind the counter. PJ grained and banged his head on the marble top.

"Fuck yeah, I did. Bitch was sleeping with God-fucking-zilla." PJ whined, putting his hands on the back of his skull. He turned his head to look at Fresh." Hey, how many drink have you had?"

"One bottle of Candian whiskey, four cups of Crown, seven shots of vodka, and this is what? My ninth tequila cup?" Fresh questions himself. PJ looked at him in shock and surprise." What?"

"How are you not drink?!" He whispered rather loudly. Fresh laughed.

"Dude, I am drunk off my ass." Fresh giggled, standing up. He downed the glass before setting it one the table and walking towards the door, wobbling slightly. PJ Dodd the same and followed, slipping I'm his letterman.

"Fresh! Wait up!" PJ said, walking out the door and catching him just opening the gate. Fresh looked up, narrowing his eyes as he strained to see.

"Oh! Hi, PJ. What cha' need?" PJ suddenly kissed him, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Fresh stared at him with wide eyes, trying to process what the fuck was happening. Ok, fuck it. He thought shrugging. He wrapped his arms around PJ's neck as PJ his hands firmly on his hips. Fresh pulled him closer deepening the kiss.

Fresh carefully wrapped his tongue around PJ's, tugging at it slightly. PJ moaned, before quickly pulling away and covering his mouth, his face completely purple. Fresh looked up at him, pouting with a blueberry face.

"Dude, I was enjoyin' that! What'd ya' pull away for?" Fresh whined.

"H-How did you do that?" PJ whispered in amazement. Fresh looked at him in a questionable manner. PJ stuttered." The tongue thing..."

"Oh, that? Hm, well..." Fresh though for a moment." I learned it when I learned to tie a cherry stem into a bow. With my tongue."

"Oh... Well, you're pretty talented." PJ muttered. Fresh giggled, cupping his face and looking him in the eyes with a smirk.

"I know."