Devil Choir tour. (sequel to Unbroken)

"Come on, just one shot," Ryan pleaded.
"I don't drink," I stated simply.
"Neither do I, but you have to try it at some point," he said.
"No!" I told him over the crappy music that was blaring in the club. Ryan, Tommy and I were standing at the bar while the rest of the boys were scattered around the club. I honestly don't know why people found clubs so entertaining.
"One shot isn't going to hurt you," Tommy said to me.
I sighed, "Fine. One shot, just one. I'm only doing this to shut you two jack-asses up."
They smirked and handed me a shot glass of a clear liquid. I didn't know what it was and I eyed it suspiciously as I held it up to my mouth. I took a deep breath and swallowed it.
Although I didn't quite care for the taste, the burning of the liquid sliding down my throat felt good. Too good. I wanted- scratch that- I needed more.
"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked me as he took a sip of his beer.
"Get me another," was all I said.
The two men looked at each other and smirked.
"Bartender, could we get another few shots of vodka?" Tommy asked.
"Sure thing," the muscular, bald man behind the counter said as he poured three shots.
Tommy slid the shots down to me and I eagerly downed them one after the other.
"Can I try something else?" I asked them.
"Some shots of tequila, please," Ryan told the bartender.
He nodded at them and quickly poured me four shots.
I grabbed them and downed them. They tasted like crap, to be honest, but the burn and the dizzy feeling I was getting was too pleasurable for me to stop.
"M-more," I slurred as I grabbed the counter to support me.
"I think you've had enough," Tommy said, looking at me worriedly.
"Pl-plea-please. It t-tastes so goo-good," I begged.
"No. We need to get you back to the bus," Ryan said, sternly.
I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, forgetting that the only reason I was standing was because of the bar. I swayed and slowly started falling backwards, until a pair of arms caught me and put me back on my feet, standing behind me to make sure I wouldn't fall again.
"Th-thanks," I said.
Whoever helped me payed no attention to my words, only my drunken state.
"What the hell did you two do to her?" the deep-voiced man asked the boys.
"We kinda convinced her to try alcohol for the first time....," Tommy said.
"How much did she have?" the man asked.
"Uh...four shots of vodka and four shots of tequila," Ryan told him.
"Jesus, let's just get her back to the bus, okay?" the man suggested.
"Yeah, sorry about this, Andy," Tommy apologized.
"I'm not the one your going to need to apologize to when Kit's puking her guts out tomorrow."
The boys didn't say another word and Andy lifted me into his arms, bridal style. I closed my eyes, but I could tell we exited the club when I felt cool air hit my face and the thumping bass became muffled by the club doors.
"S-sorry fo-for getting dr-drunk," I managed to say to Andy.
"It's okay, I don't blame you," he responded.
I don't know how long Andy carried me, but I was astonished that he hadn't dropped me yet. I heard him let out a shaky breath as he placed me on a soft bed, but it couldn't have been my own, mine was to high for him to lift me into.
"Wh-whose bed am I in?" I asked.
"Mine," Andy said, "just sleep."
I opened my eyes and saw him hunched over a bit in front of me. He gave me an apologetic smile and turned to leave.
"Don't go," I whispered to him.
"Okay, I won't," he said as he joined me in his bunk.
It was a tight squeeze, but it didn't matter that much to me. I enjoyed being able to lay my head on his chest and listening to his steady heart-beat. He wrapped an arm around me and I felt safe.
"Sing to me," I asked, drowsily.
He took a deep breath and quietly began to sing to me.
"The best things in life, come with a price. The star that burned so bright faded the fastest. You'll always feel its right, even when we end the fight. Welcome home, home tonight. Singing oh, oh-oh. Welcome home tonight, tonight. Words they don't know how to make ammends. All they do is push you to the edge, but it's not wasted. It's all done for you. It's all done for you. It's all done for you. It's all done for you. Oh-oh."
As he sang the last line, I felt my body relax and my mind start to drift. Unfortunately, my dreams weren't going to be peaceful.

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