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Pink Floyd Being Drunk

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It was 2:00 am.
But it was hot out.
The doors were open.
Roger, Rick, Dave, Syd and Nick sat around the living room.
And they were all shit-faced drunk.
"And then, right in the middle of the ring was this wad of gum that my marble was stuck to!!" Nick was flopped over the arm of the sofa, telling stories about his childhood.
None of them made much sense.
"You fucking sucked at marbles, anyways, Nick," Dave crowed, finding this extremely amusing. He was sprawled over the couch, too, with his head on Nick's stomach and his legs over Rick's lap. Rick had Dave's pant-leg up and was pulling at his socks.
"Dave, you suck at everything," Roger spat, taking another swig of beer and another drag on his smoke. He was sitting on the couch across from Dave, Rick and Nick. Syd was lying upside-down over the side of the couch next to him singing something. Every once in a while, he decided to grab Roger's toes, which would usually earn him a swift but ineffective kick in his direction.
"If you don't keep your mouth shut, Waters, I swear I'll go over there and mess you up!" Dave raised his head from Nick's stomach slightly. Nick gave a suggestive whistle, and his face was connected with Dave's palm.
"You guys are hilarious," Rick laughed stupidly, falling over Dave so his head was on Dave's stomach.
"You guys look like dominoes," Syd giggled, suddenly interrupted by Nick, who started flailing his arms around.
"You guys!! I just got the best idea ev-errr!!" He took Dave's hair and flicked it on the "ev" and the "er" of his last word, sounding a little like a stoked schoolgirl.
"What is it?" Rick asked cutely, tilting his head and ending up just coughing on the smoke he had hanging out of his mouth.
"Rick you're a goof."
"He's a pretty goof."
"Will you guys listen to my idea?"
"Fine, Nick. What is it?"
"Hahaha look at the ceiling from down here! Just imagine if you were---"
"Syd, sit up!"
"Haha Syd, syd up!"
"WILL YOU GUYS JUST SHUT UP!?!"
"Shut up, Nick. I've got a headache," Dave moaned. Rick leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, eyes droopy.
"Thanks, faggot."
"Okay, let's listen to Nick's idea before he blows a fuse," Roger suggested, crossing his legs.
"Thanks, Rog. Now…"Nick took a bottle of Dom Perginon from the table, swigged back the last inch left at the bottom, and slammed it down back to the table dramatically.
"Spin the bottle, anyone?" he asked, scanning the room rather creepily.
"No, no, no. You've got it all wrong. You've got to get the table out of the way!" Dave proclaimed, getting up and pulling the table off to the side until he was stuck between it and a wall.
"Dave, you chuffing moron."
Dave hopped onto the table, walking over it, and jumping off with a little "Ta daaa!" prior to clapping for himself. After at least 10 minutes of the five of them trying to form some sort of circle, they finally managed, all sitting around the empty bottle that once held the extremely expensive and delicious elixir that had turned them into blithering idiots.
"Mmmmkaayy," Nick started, grabbing the bottle. "Who's going first?"
"I don't like this game. There's no birds! I'm not kissing a effing bloke!" Dave complained, suddenly realising the only possible people he could kiss in this game of Spin the Bottle were four other drunk morons.
"Suck it up, princess," Roger snarled before realising, himself, that he was very close to kissing another man.
But Nick looked absolutely stoked.
And Syd was just lying on the carpet, eyes closed, humming.
"So? Any men in the room tonight?" Nick smirked. Roger cocked an eyebrow. Men? Yeah. He was one, he thought through his drunken haze.
"Yeah, Nick. Right here," Dave butted in, shooting a Hah-Beat-You look at Roger, who was just fine with Dave's volunteering.
Unless the bottle pointed towards him, that was.
"Okay, Davie. Now you take the bottle like this…"
"I know how to play spin the bottle, Nick," Dave deadpanned.
"Fine. Just stalling for you. Just in case you're not enough of a man," Nick winked. Dave glared at him and spun the empty bottle.
Spinning…
Spinning…
Slowing down…
No. Nonononono.
Yep.
It landed straight at Roger, who looked down at it like it was a stinking dead fish slabbed in the middle of his carpet. His eyes widened. He looked at Dave. Then Nick, who was smiling like a loon.
"Davie's gotta kiss Roggie!" Nick laughed in a sing-song voice.
Yeah, great.
Dave was the first to move, still hazed by the illusion that this would make him look like a man to his friends. He leaned over the small circle to Roger and raised an eyebrow. Roger sighed heavily and shut his eyes hard. He leaned forward, too, and eventually brought himself to press his lips against Dave's, which immediately brought a gut-buster from Nick, who fell over laughing. Rick shook his head and smiled, and Syd just grinned up at them. Roger pulled away as fast as he could, his face reddened a bit.
"Roggie's blushi----OWHH!!" Nick was interrupted as Roger smacked him across he head.
"Now you've gotta spin it, Rog," Syd snickered. Roger took the bottle and shook his head, not believing what he was doing at all.
The bottle spun again
Around
And around
And and----
It slowed down and landed towards Syd, who looked completely fine with the situation. Syd was lying down to Roger, so he scooted up to Roger's lap and gazed drunkenly up to him. Roger rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss Syd, who suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down, kissing him harder.
"Ummm…alright…"Dave said, watching them. Roger seemed to be starting to get into it, leaning over Syd like he was his latest victim. Everyone just kind of watched as Roger's fingers ran through Syd's greasy hair and they had to admit; it was weird to see Roger so out of it that he was willingly making out with Syd.
"Hate to break it up, guys, but…" Nick laughed, poking Roger's shoulder. Roger looked up, breathing heavier than before. Then he looked back down at Syd with a hint of embarrassment. Syd was smiling like a Cheshire cat as he sat up to take the bottle in his calloused hand.
"Alright. Let's see who the lucky guy is tonight," he mused, spinning the bottle.
Aaanddd
It landed on Rick. Some luck they were having, that it wasn't landing on the same people. Kept it interesting.
Rick was usually very shy, but he was wasted at the moment, so without much hesitation at all, he turned to his right and connected lips with Syd. Nick Dave and Roger could almost swear they saw some tongue go into that, but they weren't positive. That was, until Rick and Syd's lips parted and their tongues were still connected outside their mouths.
Roger watched, hardly believing it. "This is insane," he said with humorous disbelief and a slight hiccup.
Then Rick piped up for almost the first time that night. "Hey, you guys…I've got an even better game."
"What?"
"Yeshh, do tell," Nick slurred.
"Truth and dare," Rick stated.
Everyone kind of just looked at each other like a bunch grade-sixes at their first co-ed sleepover.
"I'm game," Nick said quickly.
"You're a manwhore, Nick…"
"I'm in, too," Syd smiled mischievously, eyes still closed. He opened them to look up at Roger. "Come on, Rog. You know you want to," he winked.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever," Roger said, throwing his hands up.
"Sure didn't take much convincing," Dave teased.
"Shut up, fag."
Dave waved him off. "I'm in," he said finally.
"Alright. Who goes first."
There was a pause.
"Nick," they all said simultaneously.
"I'm flattered," Nick stated, holding his chest and batting his eyes. "Alright, who to pick…who to pick…" everyone was studied at least once, until Nick finally picked Rick. "Okay. I choose Rick. Truth or dare."
"Truth."
"I truth you to kiss me."
"You can't truth someone to do a dare Nick…"
"Fine, Roger. Make up all the bloody rules," Nick grumped, realising he was the only one who hadn't been kissed yet.
"Just ask Rick a question already."
"Fine. Rick, have you ever kissed me?"
"Ummm…No?"
"Want to?"
"Oh my god, Nick…" Roger scoffed.
"Just kiss the lovesick loony already," Dave said with quite an amount of alcohol staining his breath.
Rick, who had taken a couple of shots already since the game had begun, now started to crawl over to Nick, acting a little like a cat. He pawed over the bottle that lay between them. Reaching Nick, he put his hands on his chest and pushed him to the ground. Still dazed with an alcohol level much over the legal limit, Nick let Rick climb over him. Rick ended up stuffing his knee into Nick's crotch in his drunken stupor and Nick ended up grabbing Rick by the back of the head and slamming his lips into his. Rick kind of just lay sprawled out over him, and after he was done digging his nails into the carpet and Nick let him breathe, he looked down to him with a smile. "Not a bad kisser, Nick. It's just the moustache."
"I'm not getting rid of the moustache, Ricky. Not even for you."
"Flattered," Rick frowned, getting off of Nick and taking his place back beside Syd.
"Alright, Rick. You get to pick someone now."
"And I pick you, Roggie."
"Me?"
"You."
"Okay, I pick dare."
"Oooohhh…"
"Okay, Roggie. Pick something in this room. Anything," Rick instructed, sniggering a bit.
"Ummm okayyy…That chair." Roger pointed to a at the other side of the room.
"Okay, and what colour is it, Roggie?" Rick said sweetly.
"It's black."
Nick immediately burst out laughing, knowing what was coming next, and noticing that Roger was wearing a black sweater and black jeans-and hopefully not black boxers.
"What's your problem, Nick?" Roger shot, completely oblivious as the others caught on and all started snickering violently. "What?!?" Roger cried.
"Well, now…you've got to take off all of your clothes that have black on 'em!' Rick said bluntly.
"What?!?!" Roger retorted. "But…!"
"No chickens, either. You don't do it, and you're out."
"That's not fair!"
"Life isn't fair. Now strip."
Roger looked down to himself and sighed. He was wearing all black, except for his boxers. He stood up, a bit wobbly, and slid his sweater off over his head.
Roger was pretty smokin', but no-one there was going to admit it.
He sighed deeply when he got to his pants, and finally got his hands to comply with him and undo his button. He unzipped the zipper, and kicked his pants off with a disgruntled look at Rick. "Happy now?" he asked as he sat down, clothes-less, save for the pair of pink boxers that he had bought, (and had used the excuse that they had been dyed by a rampant red sock.) He had never felt more comfortable in a pair of pink boxers in front of other people before. They had saved his butt.
"Nice boxers, Roggie," Rick teased.
"Yeah, you better cool it, 'cause it's my turn, and I pick you, Rick."
"Truth."
"Oh, come on. Grow some balls."
"Fine. Dare."
"Okay, Rick. Pick a colour."
Wow, Rick thought through his drunkenness. Was Roger really trying to pull his own tricks back on him?
Ppphht.
He'd outsmart Roger. Just watch.
"Alright, Rog. Purple," Rick grinned, knowing he didn't have a  stitch of purple on him.
"Okay. Now you have to take off everything without the colour purple."
"Aha! I kne------wait, what?!?!"
"You heard me."
"B-but!! I'm not wearing any purple at all!"
"That's too bad."
Nick snickered a bit and Syd hushed him, watching Roger and Rick like it was a really interesting soap opera.
"Fine, Rog," Rick hiccupped. "Have it your way." Rick started to take off his turtleneck, leaving his torso bare as he threw the sweater onto the couch behind him. "Dream come true, huh Rog? Seeing a bloke naked?"
"Hey! If you're gonna be a fag about it, don't bother!"
Then it was Nick's turn to hush Roger. Nick was really drunk and found himself wanting to see Rick with no clothes on.
Rick had his pants halfway down now, and once they were off, everyone sort of wondered what would happen next.
Until Syd reached up suddenly and yanked Rick's boxers down.
Everyone stared, then looked away, then looked back, then away again.
All except for Nick, who was just staring.
In an expert motion, Rick flung a blanket from the couch and tossed it over himself, wrapping it around him. Lucky choice, too. It was purple.
"Cheater," Roger mumbled.
Everyone's attention span had gone down severely since they started drinking that night, so the games kept passing.There was a bit more truth and dare, and some sort of drinking game they made up on the spot.
Then Roger suggested one.
Seven minutes in heaven.
"You know," he slurred, noticeably drunker than before. "Th' one where you go in a closet for seven minutes with someone and so whatever the fuck you want."
"Why can't we just do whatever the fuck we want in the middle of the floor?" Dave asked.
"Not as fun. Believe me."
"Okay, well how does it start?"
"Yeah."
Roger, who was amazingly wasted at the moment, leaned into the middle of the circle and spread his hands. "First, everyone picks two people they want to see go in the closet for seven minutes! You can't pick yourself. And whoever the two people are who get the most votes, go in the closet!"
"This is intense."
"What if you don't wanna?"
"Shut up, Dave."
"Okay, let's vote."
"Alright."
"Okay," Roger started, beginning at the start of the circle and deciding to go clockwise. "Nick. Pick."
"That rhymed…"
"Okay. I pick…Rog and Rick."
"Heh heh…that rhymed, too…"
"What?! Why me?" Roger cried. Nick smiled innocently.
"Whatever. Dave. Pick."
"Nick and Rog."
"WHAT?!" Roger yelled, now sort of regretting this whole idea.
"Shut up, Roger. You pick."
"Uhhh…How about Rick and Dave," he winked. There wasn't really any argument.
"Syd. Your turn."
"I pick Rog n' Dave," Syd said without much thought.
"Aww man…" Roger groaned, hiding his face and shaking his head, and knowing he was inevitably going to be one of the people in the closet in about two minutes.
"Okay. Rick."
"I'm going to have to say Dave and Nick," Rick laughed.
"Psshtt."
"Okay, now we have to add up who got the most votes, right Rog?"
Roger had already done so in his head, and was now desperately thinking of a way to change the voting system somehow.
"Well, no wait…"he stammered. "First you…uh…"
Rick suddenly burst into laughter, holding his guts and rolling on the floor. "Rog and Dave!!" He cried, counting the votes himself. "This is too much!!"
Nick and Syd were now laughing heartily, too, but Roger and Dave did not look impressed.
"Okay, we'll just go in and do nothing," Dave suggested.
"Nope. You've gotta do something. Now get in there," Nick said, pointing to the closet behind them.
After about five minutes of yelling, hitting, pushing and general pissing-off, Dave and Roger were eventually shoved into the closet, door slammed shut.
"We'll be counting the minutes!" Syd giggled from outside.
"Great," Dave growled, pushed up against Roger.
"Your breath smells like shit."
"You're no rosebush yourself, Rog."
There was a pause as Roger tried to shuffle around in the tight closet.
"Who makes these things?" he mumbled.
"Well, Nick says we have to do something," Dave slurred. "So…"
"The door is closed. They'll never see us not doing anything, smart one."
Another pause.
"Wanna do stuff anyways?"
Roger smirked in the dark. "Why, do you?"
"Why not?"
Huh. Good question when you were shit-faced drunk. But Roger was suddenly pushed out of his thoughts as Dave shoved him back into the wall by the shoulders.
The others so heard that.
Roger was kind of taken by surprise as Dave grabbed his crotch hard and pushed their faces very close.
"Well, we're going to have to do something about this," he teased, holding the bulge in Roger's   boxers.
Okay, so what if he'd gone hard? He was piss-drunk. It's not like he got off on watching the others or anything.           
"Hey, Rog. Looks like you've got a thing for me," Dave winked in the dark.
Roger was silent, deciding not to tell Dave it had happened when he was making out with Syd.
"Well you gonna say something?" Dave hissed, before licking Roger's lips.
"I hate you, Dave."
"Yeah, hate you too."
"Well, as long as we're clear on that, then." And with that, Roger pushed Dave back and grabbed hold of his T-shirt, tearing at it. There was a loud ripping sound as the front of Dave's shirt split apart and Roger lunged forward to bite Dave's bottom lip, his arms bent back like wings, holding Dave's ripped shirt open.
"Roger, you're a fucking psycho," Dave growled in surprise, still holding onto Roger, not letting go. Roger mashed his lips into Dave's, shutting him up and dragging his nails down Dave's front. Thin reddened trails ran behind them and Dave cringed a bit, muffling his cries with Roger's mouth.
"Do we have to leave after seven minutes?" Roger smiled sneakily, licking his lips, "or can we stay?"
"No clue, so shut up already."
"Calm down, Davie," Roger teased, pressing up against him. Dave tried to wrap his leg around Roger, but just ended up falling, leaving him and Roger in  heap on the floor amongst the old clothes and coats. But Dave's hands were still on Roger like magnets. They pushed over his chest, then got lost in his long hair as they proceeded to kiss viciously on the floor.
"Whatcha guys doing in there?" Nick called.
Neither of them answered, although Dave tried to say 'nothing,' but because the fact he was sucking face with Roger, it didn't really come out.
"Well, you've got 3 minutes left."
There was a slam in the closet and the three outside looked at each other in amusement.
Roger had turned Dave around and was now wrapped over his back, head on his shoulder, a killer smile on his face. He had Dave locked with his arms and was starting to burrow into Dave's neck to bite him.
"What the fuck Roger?!" Dave cried, feeling Roger's sharp teeth dig into his neck. Roger stopped biting, moved over on Dave's neck a bit, and started sucking on it.
"Two minutes!"
Roger growled and reached forward and crudely grabbed hold of Dave. Dave arced forward and moved his head sideways to look at Roger through the dark. Roger's face was twisted into a sick smile, which was actually a bit intimidating to Dave, who had kind of just given up to Roger.  Roger grabbed hold of Dave's strong upper-arms and squeezed them tight. "Hey, Davie. After everyone goes to sleep…wanna meet back here?" he asked, dripping with lust.
'Fuck yeah."          
"Good."
"One minute!"
"Stand up, Davie. N' fix yourself up."  They both stood up and Dave took what was left of his shirt off. Roger combed his hair back with his fingers, and before they knew it, the door was opening.
"Hey, that wasn't a minute!" Roger said, his eyes squinting against the light, a sudden headache pounding. "What if we had been---!"
"Been what?"
"Never mind." Roger and Dave walked out of the closet, lips swollen, hair mussed up.
"What the fuck did you do in there?" Nick asked. "And where's your shirt, Davie?"
"Fell off."
"Psshhtt."
"Is that a hickey?"
"Are those scratches on you?"
"What the hell did you do to him, Rog?"
Dave did look pretty messed up as they sat back down with the other three, but him nor Roger would answer anyone's questions.
"Let 'em alone," Syd laughed, giving Roger a friendly punch in the arm. "He's drunk. I bet he enjoyed it."
"Damn straight."
"Told you."
All of the sudden, Nick let out a hilariously fake "Who-ahh!" sound, simultaneously knocking his bottle of vodka clear across the circle, causing it to soak pungently into everyone's clothes. Except Rick's, because he wasn't exactly wearing any.
"What the hell, Nick!" Dave yelled. "I've already lost my damn shirt!"
"Great. Now I smell like Nick," Syd complained, shaking off his sleeves. He leaned his head over to smell his colourful shirt, and brought his head back up with his nose squinched. He glared at Nick, then started to remove his shirt.
"Jeez, eat a sandwich, Syd! You're like…ten pounds!" Roger joked when it was completely off. Syd chucked it at Roger's face with his tongue out. Roger whacked it away clumsily.
"Hey…Nick, you're the only one with all your clothes still on!" Dave accused. "No fair! We're all covered in vodka or half-naked!" He looked over at Rick who would have probably been glad to be only half-naked. "Sorry, Rick…" he added.
"Aw, it's alright, Rick," Syd smiled rascally, sliding over to Rick. "Now let me in, Ricky," he bugged, pawing at Rick's purple blanket.
"But…"
"Yeah, Ricky. Let him in," Dave teased.
Rick was not completely against the idea, but he was sobering up a little. He kind of argued against it, until Syd just ended us slipping into the blanket somehow. Rick looked hilariously uncomfortable, especially when he started making surprised faces at Syd, which was when everyone else started wondering what was going on under there. Syd looked over at them and gave them a mischievous eye-wag, his head poking out of the blanket next to Rick's.
"Oh, man. You guys are too weird," Roger shot, looking a bit miffed for some reason.
"And I'm bushed," Dave yawned, winking at Roger who, in a matter of three minutes, had already forgot their little closet escapade plan.
"Right," he said, remembering. "I'm gonna turn in soon, too." Might as well. He did have a killer headache. "But not before we shove Nick in the closet with someone. He's been dying to all night."
"Pssht. Not me," Dave laughed. Nick glared at him.
"Aww, how 'bout we let ol' Nick pick for himself?" Syd suggested.
"That sounds good," Nick mused.
"Oh, shit…" Roger rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry, Roger, your supreme highness. Some people don't actually want to spend seven minutes in a closet with you," Nick mocked.
"Shut your trap."
"Well, Nick, if you're going to pick, then pick," Dave ushered. And that's when Nick turned his head and cocked an eyebrow at Rick and Syd.
"Uh-uh-uh. No way. One Nick."
"Aw, come on," Nick complained.
"I don't mind," Syd slurred, eyes droopy. "And I don' think Rick does, either…Do you, Rick."
"Well I----WHATTHEFUCKSYD!!" There was some commotion under the blanket, and Rick whacked Syd upside the head.
"I'll take that as a yes," Nick winked hopefully.
"Fine, okay?" Rick growled, glaring at Syd, his words directed vengefully at Nick.
"Right on," Nick said with a bit of a creepy laugh.
"Wait, wait, wait," Rick protested suddenly. "Can't I get some clothes on at least?"
"Fuck, no," Nick said, as if the idea were completely absurd. "Now get up, you two."
Syd and Rick sort of shuffled to their feet, holding the blanket around them. Nick lead them to the closet, pushed them in, and slammed the door.
A few seconds later, they heard a "HEY!!" and a certain purple blanket flew out of the closet, before it shut again.
"Huh," Dave said blandly. "I hope Rick's alright."
"NICK YOU FUCKING----"
"Sure he is," Roger replied, pretending to ignore Rick's screaming.
And he really tried to ignore it when Rick's screams turned into moans. He sounded like he was enjoying himself, to say the very least. Nick and Syd didn't sound too bad, themselves.
"What say we pack it in, Davie?" Roger suggested, running his hand down Dave's back.
"You just wanna get in bed with me, don't you Rog."
Roger ignored his remark and stood up, cracking his back.
"You look ridiculous in those," Dave said, bringing the subject of Roger's pink boxers up again. "You bought them like that. I know it. Red sock my arse." He got up and grabbed onto Roger's shoulders. They had both sobered since their first bout at it in the closet, but somehow the feeling had stayed.  "Now let's go to that comfy-looking bed down that hall over there, " he winked. They set off, not knowing what was about to happen. They were both a bit nervous; what would happen? What would happen in the morning? And in the bigger scheme of things even-they were supposed to be a band…what if---
"NICK YOU FUCKING WANKER! DO THAT AGAIN AND I'LL CLAW YOUR EYES OU----"
"SYD! HELP ME HERE!"
"LET ME GO YOU SONS OF BITCH-------MMMPHH!!"
"HAHAHA!!! GOT 'IM!!"
"MMMPHHH!!!"
"GET READY, WRIGHT!!!!"
"Uhh…should we help him?" Dave asked after a moment of the two staring back in horror.
"ROGGIE!!! HELP!!!"
"Yeah. We should."
A pause.
"Are we actually going to?"
"Nope."
"Well let's at least ask," Dave laughed.
"Fine. RICK ARE YOU OKAY?" Roger called down the hall.
"OHH YEAHHH ROGGIE, I'M JUST FINE!" Another series of moaning erupted, and Roger turned and headed towards the bedroom, trying his hardest to shut it out.
"Talk to me, Dave," he said attempting to shut out Rick.
"Umm…okay…what do you want to do once we get to bed?" Dave reached the bedroom door and opened it.
"I want to hug you really hard," Roger said, making Dave stop as they entered the dark room, not bothering to turn on the lights.
"That's all?"
"I don't know," Roger smiled, lying himself down on the bed.
"Well, we're here."
"Lye down, Davie."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Dave kicked off his pants and climbed into the bed. He knew what was going to happen. Roger was going to get all mushy for the rest of the night, because that's what he did when the alcohol started wearing off. But it was fine, because he was tired. And sure enough, just as soon as he got close enough to Roger under the blankets, Roger pulled him close and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"You're cute when you want to be, Davie," he smiled, holding Dave's chest.
"Yeah, so are you, you little wanker."
             * * * * *

The five of them woke up the next day with inevitable headaches. Rick was still buck-naked and when he woke up he screamed. He couldn't remember anything from last night, really. And he had no flippin' idea why he was naked in a closet with Nick and Syd, who weren't exactly wearing much, either. They both immediately woke up at Rick's screaming. Nick was just staring at the whole situation, and Syd was laughing his ass off. Rick was almost on the verge of tears; he was the modest one. And extremely so unless he was drunk. Roger heard Rick's scream, too, and shot up.
"Rick?! You okay?!" He jumped out of bed. "Wh---what the FUCK??" he yelled, after realizing he, too, had no clothes on. He rushed to the closet and threw on his boxers, (black this time,) and ran into the living room, leaving Dave still sleeping in the bedroom.
"Rick?" he said again. "You okay?" He remembered last night mostly. He usually did. But he was still kind of shocked to open the closet door and see the three of them still in there.
"DON'T LOOK, ROGGIE!!" Rick cried.
"Haha oh, fucking Christ!!" Syd crowed.
"Shut up, Syd," Roger shot, grabbing the purple blanket that was still on the floor and throwing it to Rick.
"Oh, thank you Roggie," Rick smiled, wrapping it around him.
"Oh, man! What a night!" Nick laughed.
"Shut up," Rick mumbled, glaring violently at him and getting up. He was kind of freaked out, because he didn't remember a bloody thing.
Roger got him up brought him into the bathroom and fixed his hair a bit.
"Oh, man, my back hurts," Rick moaned.
"You did sleep in a closet…"
Rick looked up to Roger, then reached past him and closed the door. "What happened last night, Roggie?" he asked. Roger looked sadly down at him.
"Oh, jeez Rick. I'm not sure you want to know…"
"Just…just tell me," Rick said, closing his eyes and getting ready for what he was about to hear.
"Well…long story short, you made out with Syd, took your clothes off and were in a blanket, got shoved into a closet with Syd and Nick, and I had to try to sleep with you screaming Nick's name every five seconds."
"Oh, man. Oh man oh man oh man."
"Oh, come on now. It's not too bad, Rick."
"IT'S NOT TOO BAD??!"
Okay. Even Roger knew that was a completely idiotic statement.
"Rick. You were wasted. Completely messed up."
There was a pause, then:
"D-did I do anything with you?"
"Nope," Roger laughed. "Why?"
"No reason."
"Alright. Now how about we get you some water and some Aspirin and get you to an actual bed, okay?"
"Sounds perfect."
"Oh, and hey Rick…"
"Yeah?"
"I'm real sorry. Next time I'll watch your back, okay?"
Rick smiled. "You're a sweetie when you want to be, Roggie."
Roger rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Okay, okay. Now scram. Go to bed. You need to sleep off that hangover of yours. And avoid Nick for a bit, okay? He's just going to be a bitch about this whole thing."
"What about Syd?"
"Aw, Syd's fine."
"Okay. Well, I'll see you later, okay? I need some rest."
"Damn straight."
Rick left the room and Roger went back to the closet to go get Nick and Syd out. Nick couldn't get up if he tried. Syd got up with some help from Roger, and went back to his room without another word.
Things were definitely going to be weird for the next few days.
But something in the back of Roger's mind told him it was well worth it.
This is a horribly drawn out story of Pink Floyd being completely wasted and gay.
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pipandwolf's avatar
If nick saw this he'd be like nope