He Will Be Loved

"It was Mike and Dustin's song." Rick explained. "Y'know Dustin why don't you sing something ya wrote for Chris?" Rick suggested heavily, as he peeked over at his brother.
"Rick he hasn't written something for me yet." Chris said.
"Oh...." Rick frowned.
"Rick, chill. It's not like he's obligated." Chris shrugged.
But Rick knew it bothered him.

Dustin shook his head.
He had written alot of things but he was getting them just right, none were good enough for him yet. So he chewed his lip and thought.
"Tequila Makes His Clothes Fall Off." Mike pipped up, Quincy and Quinton looked at each other and laughed at a secret only they and Dustin knew.

Rick grabbed Chris's arm and pulled him into the other room.
"Chris I'm sure he will..."
"Rick, knock it the hell off." He snapped. "Quit making me sound like a petty bitch."
"But Chris I can tell it bothers yo-"
"So what if it does? I'm dealing with it and I refuse to talk about it. Especially not here." Chris tugged his arm away and calmly walked back to hear Dustin sing. Rick sighed

Mike sat beside Rick and poked him.
"You know Dustin has written his alot of songs but...He is picky., right now he dont think anything is perfect enough for him yet. I have heard them and they are move than awesome."

"I sorta guessed that. I just know it upsets him and he's not admitting it." he frowned at Chris from across the room who flipped him off.

Mike rolled his eyes, smiling and waving at him as Dustin began his song.
Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off

She said I’m going out with my girlfriends
Margaritas at the Holiday Inn
Lord have mercy, my only thought
Was Tequila makes her clothes fall off

Quincy and Quinton were laughing there asses off.
If only Mike knew.

Chris wondered why they were laughing. He would have asked but something just told him he wouldn't want to know. He simply listened.

I told her put an extra layer on
"I know what happens when she drinks Patrone
Her closet’s missing half the things she’s bought
Ya Tequila makes her clothes fall off

She’ll start with kickin’ out of her shoes
Loose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
Drop a contact down the sink"

Mike glared at them and tried to ignore it as Biddy pulled Blake up and spun around with him, singing the chorus.

Chris sighed as his suspicion was confirmed. Another about Mike. Fucking Mike. Rick walked over and pulled Chris up.
"C'mon, we're dancing." He winked

Mike yelped as Biddy pulled him on stage and they sang with Dustin.
"Them pantyhose aint gonna last too long
If the DJ puts Bon Jovi on
She might come home in a table cloth
Ya tequila makes her clothes fall off
She can handle any champagne brunch
A bridal shower with Bacardi punch
Jello shooters full of Smirnoff
But Tequila makes her clothes fall off"

"You need to loosen up tight ass, this what Dustin did to ya?" Rick chuckled as he got Chris a bottle of Smirnoff.
"Drink."
Chris rolled his eyes but downed half the bottle in one gulp.

"She don’t mean nothing - she’s just havin fun
Tomorrow she’ll say oh what have I done
Her friends will joke about the stuff she lost
ya tequila makes her clothes fall off
oh Tequila makes her clothes fall off "
Mike shook his head and put a hand in Dustin's face.
"I dont know where you got the ides for this song....But...."
Quincy and Quinton laughed harder.

Chris turned away from them all and rolled his eyes with a grumble.
"Oh hardy har har. Just hilarious." He muttered so only Rick could hear as he drank more. Rick chuckled. His brother was always more fun when drunk so Rick was trying to loosen him up.

Dustin rolled his eyes and got himself a beer, handing Mike a bottle of tequila with a snicker.
"I hate you...."
"I love you too Mikey."
Dustin pulled Chris to his chest with a grin.
"Dont you go get drunk Chrissy."

"Too late Dustin." Rick sang. "My job here is complete." He winked at his soon to be brother-in-law.
Alex laughed as he walked over to them.
"Wait, Rick you think we can get him to sing?"
"Huh, lets see. How drunk are you Chrissy?"
"I ain't drunk biatch." Chris pushed at his chest with a giggle.
"Yupp, he'll sing." Rick laughed.
Chris refused to sing sober.
"Oh! Rick, you gotta sing the song with him!" Alex smirked.
"What song?"
"Y'know, the one you two sang when you were drunk off your asses. At that party." Alex gave him a look.
"OH! That party..." Rick chuckled, rubbing his neck. "No way I'm singing that. I'm sober still."
"C'mon Rick pleaseeeeee?" Alex whined.
"Oh fine. I hate you." Rick grumbled, tugging Chris up to the front of the room.

Dustin shrugged and sat down, kicking Mike in the ass so he could see Chris. Mike Hiss and jumped down on him, straddling his waist, his hands pinning Dustin's above his head.
The position looked very....Sexual...
"What now bitch!? Who do you think you are kicking me in the ass, that hurt!"

Alex coughed and glared at the two, lifting Mike and pulling him into his own lap and kissing him.
"Right right, turn off the lights
We gonna lose our minds tonight
What's the dealio?
I love when it's all too much
5 AM turn the radio up
Where's the rock and roll?" Rick began.
Chris giggled and joined in.
"Party crasher, panty snatcha'
Call me up if you are gangsta'
Don't be fancy
Just get dancey!" Chris belted out, dancing around the stage as Rick laughed and tugged Alex up.
"Next line, c'mon, I know you know it Alex. You do the echos." Rick urged with a smirk.
Alex rollde his eyes and sang.
"Why so serious?"
"So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on, and come on, and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise Your Glass!" Chris and Rick sang together.
"Slam slam oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand?
Wish you'd just freak out!" Chris sang with a roll of his eyes.
"Just freak out already." Alex rolled his eyes.
"Can't stop coming in hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now." Rick smirked.
"Oh its so fuckin on right now." Alex nodded.
"Party crasher, panty snatcha'
Call me up if you a gangsta'
Don't be fancy
Just get dancey" Chris continued.
"Why so serious?!" They all sang together.
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on, and come on, and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise Your Glass!
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass!" Chris and Rick danced and sang as Alex chuckled.
"Oh shit my glass is empty...
that sucks !" Alex cursed.
"So if you're too school for cool," Rick sang softer.
"I mean seriously..." Alex chimed in.
"And you're treated like a fool.."
"Treated like a fool." Alex echoed.
"You could choose to let it go
We can always, we can always
party on our own..." Chris took over.
"So raise your,"
"Aw fuck..." Alex muttered.
"So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be never be!
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on! and come on! and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass
Won't you come on! and come on! and
Raise your glass
For me
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass...for me!" Rick and Chris finished the song, smirking

Mike was giggling drunkenly as Quincy and Quinton laughed at him.
Why laugh?
Well he had no idea where his shirt was and he had tequila in his hand.
It was hilarious.
Dustin clapped at his lover and other family.

"We got him to sing!" Alex high fived Rick with a laugh as Chris hopped down and seated himself in Dustin's lap with a grin.

Dustin pressed his close, watching as Mike stumbled around for his shirt.
"Yup...."
"Tequila made his clothes fall off!" Quincy, Quinton and Dustin sang.

Rick shook his head with a sigh.
God, how did Alex and Chris deal with this? It was really ridiculous... if that was Kevin... his fist would be down the other guy's throat.
Chris pecked Dustin's lips, pouting, even in his drunken state.

Mike glared and plopped down in Alex's lap.
"They're laughing at meh..." He slurred as Dustin kissed Chris sweetly.
"Just mocking him."

Alex chuckled, shaking his head.
"You two chicks are ridiculous." He shook his head, waving a finger at Chris and Mike with a laugh.
"You love it biatch." Chris stuck his tongue out, nuzzling Dustin's neck.

Mike groaned and traced his tattoo.
"Alex....I BORED!"
He was a funny drunk.

"I know how to make you unbored." Alex nodded. He stood and threw Mike over his shoulder, carrying him to the bedroom.
"Night everyone! Thanks for coming! Rick, keep em in line!"