Leave out all the rest; J A C K

[Ian Ackart]

I'm strong on the surface not all the way through
I've never been perfect but neither have you

It was rare that Ian ever drink his problems away. He wasn't a big drinker, but he did his fair share. It was underaged drinking, but Ian had a fake ID for that. Ian looked a little boyish for his age, but no one dared to question his ID. It was perfectly made with little flaws. Ian knew an ID guy. It was a freak incident that Ian ever found the guy in the first place. Ian had had a little trouble with a relationship and had been down in the dumps. The guy said that Ian could use a drink, but there was a problem... Ian wasn't old enough. The ID was made that night.

Ian knew he couldn't be trusted to be alone. The one thing Ian feared above everything else was being alone. Ick. Just the thought of it made Ian shutter. That was why he had texted Jack about the guy's night out thing. It was high time that Ian got to spend some quality time with his best friend. He sat at the bar, a friendly smile curving his lips. "Yo, Long Island Iced Tea." For once the bar guy didn't even ask to see Ian's ID. Perhaps Ian had been there enough for them to just quit asking questions and just serve him his alcohol.

The Long Island Iced Tea was Ian's favorite hard drink. It consisted of vodka, rum, and perhaps gin... Ian wans't sure what all was in it... just that it tasted amazing. He took a long, drawn out sip and sighed, waiting on Jack. The club was pretty loud, but it didn't bother Ian. He was already goign deaf because of how loud he listened to his ipod most of the time. Ian didn't pay attention to the music. He glanced at his phone quickly. Okay he was getting a little impatient.

A random girl from the club walked up to Ian. He barely looked at her but for a second. She cleared her throat. Ian glanced over raising an eyebrow, "Can I help you? Ian asked, tilting his head slightly. "You look lonely, wanna come hang with me?" Eh- honestly... didn't she have a clue? Ian didn't exactly radiate the 'I'm bisexual' vibe, but he knew that he shouldn't exactly look straight either. Oh well. It didn't matter. Ian simply shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I'm more into guys. Maybe some other time." The girl seemed shell shocked at first. Finally her eyes grew wide, "Like oh my gosh... would you make out with some guy and let me watch?" Ian wrinkled his nose. The concent of being bi sexual didn't work like that. Ew. He decided that the best way to deal with her was to ignroe her. Ian got up and began to meander away from her. He wished Jack would just get there. Taking another sip of the LIIT he took a moment to really think about some things... like why he was there for one.

Namely it was his parents. Ian had some trouble in that department. It was the week of his parents' deaths and Ian always had a hard time. This was the first time that he really felt like talking about it though. Jack was the only one that could really know more than anyone else did. Ian was an open book... all people had to do was try to read him. Jack tried that and found out a lot more than other people did. A lot of people saw the surface Ian... the Ian that was so happy it was hard to believe that he could ever be the Ian who had lost his parents.

[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

Jack had gotten Ian's text message when he was alone, oddly enough. He had nothing to do, no place to go, and was fairly bored. Sevvi, Kristen, and some girl named Ariana were all going out on a girl's night out. Jack did not want to know what the girls were going to take this newbie to, but he imagined the girl would be either horrified or awed by it. Either way, that left Jack doing pretty much nothing. He was actually genuinely excited when Ian texted him, even though he couldn't help but make it sound like this was a burden to him when he texted back. He was in his car in minutes, driving to the K.I.S.S.

He arrived and didn't even have to show ID. They knew him well enough by vehicle and site now (and half the girls in the line going 'hi jack!') that he could just walk in with a quick hello to the bouncer. He searched the room and found Ian walking away from the bar looking rather flustered. Jack smiled and moved to a near bartender, asking for one of his favorite drinks. "Royal Smile Cocktail please."

A Royal Smile Cocktail was a little thing he had learned from Rob, believe it or not. It was made of Apple Brandy, Gin, Grenadine (which Jack loves the taste of) and a little bit of lemon. It was a wonderful drink, and Jack was happy to learn that the bartender knew it. He sipped on it gleefully as he skirted girls and made his way over to his friend.

"Ian, my man!" He gave him a hug, a manish one, but a hug none the less. He saw over Ian's shoulder the woman he was talking to looking at them with earnest. "Well, she likes you." he said quizically. "Something wrong with her I imagine?" Jack never doubted Ian's sense of women. Ian was the first to point out Erika was probably not a woman any of them should pay attention to, and they made a fuck up in not paying attention to him there, so he never questioned him again. Though he still does wish he could find the right one for Ian.

[Ian Ackart]

I'm strong on the surface not all the way through
I've never been perfect but neither have you

"Jack in the box!" Ian exclaimed as he lay eeys on Jack. Finally... Jack was there... Ian returned the hug Jack gave him. With a glance back to the girl Ian grimmaced. "Something wrong? The girl is psychotic." He said with a grin forming over his lips. Shaking his head slightly Ian took another sip of his drink. "She wants me to make out with a guy just so she can watch." Ian rolled his eyes. "As if being bi sexual automatically makes you a whore." he chuckeld, "She doesn't like me, she is hoping that hug will turn into a makeout session." Sometimes Ian would make out with random guys, but he didn't ever do it for anyone's enjoyment but his own. Ian didn't want to be used for entertainment.

"I am sooo glad you're here, dude. I was starting to go crazy." As if it were possible for him to be any more crazy than he already was. "I need a dance partner that can actually keep up!" Ian laughed, choking down the rest of his drink. "I'm not drunk enough to--" Ian stopped talking and rolled his eyes, "Is that a royal smile coctail? Dude, you are gonna get drunk off yer ass tonight, aren't you?" Ian accused. Not that he could blame Jack... cause Ian planned on getting pretty drunk himself.

That was something that not many people got to see. Ian + drunk = craaaaaazy. He would porbably end up doing something irresponsible and stupid, but that was what kind of drunk Ian was. He was the crazy drunk and Jack was the agressive drunk. The two of them would take K.I.S.S. by storm if they were to both get drunk off their rockers. Ian motioned to the bar tender for another drink. It came right up, thank goodness. Ian grinned at Jack as he haphazardly slung an arm around his best bud's shoulder. "Ready for a kick ass good time?" Knowing Ian-- it would be.

[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

"Ah," Jack said, and then frowned. "God, she's like me and Ed when we see Lesbians." Jack's frown burrowed a bit more. Now he was being watched intently by a psychotic woman who wanted to see him make out with his best bud. "I don't think I've ever been watched with that expression before," Jack twitched a little. It was an annoying look. "Do you think if I grabbed the next girl I saw and had a make-up section she would stop starring at us like a lab experiment?"

Jack grinned. "I'm going to get drunk enough to knock mt sense away. I'm getting tired of drinking fucking champagne." He stuck his toungue out as if to say "ick". "One can only stand so much of that crap before they crave this beauty that is hard liquor. And it's not like I'm going to get drunk alone, I have you." He let Ian fling an arm around his shoulders.

"Yes, let us show these imbeciles how to party." He looked around. Things could be more upbeat in here. He downed the rest of his alcohol and realized they needed a base of operations. One near the bar. "There!" He said, the alcohol already starting to take effect. "Our base!" He was pointing at a comfortable booth. "Let us see how many glasses we can fill the table with!"

[Ian Ackart]

I'm strong on the surface not all the way through
I've never been perfect but neither have you

Ian laughed and headed toward the table. He gulped down his LIIT and placed the glass on the table. "Watch it, Jackie-boii, I've already pulled ahead!" With a grin Ian grabbed a shot class from one of the girls passing with a trey. Ah- it was handy to have a shot walk right past him. "Care for a game?" Figures Ian would make it into a game. What better way to get drunk than to come up with a game to ensure it? Besides- Ian loved drinking games. He sat down in the booth and slumped back.

"We're gonna play a rousing game of 'have you ever'." Ian explained, saying it as if he wasn't going to give Jack a choice in the matter anyway. "You may know the rules already, but basically... I'm gonna ask you if you've done something... if you have, then you're going to take a shot." Of course to purposefully get drunk Ian would hope Jack would ask him stuff that he knew he had already done. "What you say to that, Jack?" Ian was glad that he was finally able to sit back and unwind.

Sure unwinding meant getting drunk, but drunk could be fun every now and then. It would be even better having Jack there. Becuase Jack and Ian were good friends it was easy for them to get along even when they were drunk. Ian was half way there already. He was pretty good at holding his liquor, but this time his limit seemed to be wavering. That could be either good or bad. Good because Ian wanted to be drunk and fast, but bad because there was no telling what might happen once he passed that limit.

Ian kept his blue eyes locked on Jack. He tilted his head wondering if Jack was coming. The girl was still staring, hopeful. Ian sneered at her for a moment and she seemed to turn away as if he had insulted her. Oh well-- Ian didn't care if she was offended or not. She wan't his problem. Ian was there for the purpose of forgetting his problems.