My Story Ends Not Far From Where It Started

Zacky gave her a sly grin. He was always one for friendly competition and he also loved drinking. It was pretty much a win-win for him. He nodded his head at the waiter who was passing by and ordered another round of shots for everyone. As he raised his he spoke, mostly looking at Rosalie. "May the winner not puke and get free breakfast in the morning."

Jimmy grinned and threw his hands up in the air, however had a devious look on his face as he always did.

Zacky tossed back is shot, squeezing his eyes shut briefly. He exhaled, "Next round is yours, Rosalie."

~~

Brian and Leanne lingered at the bar waiting for their beers to finally come through. When the did, and as they were walking back, Leanne turned to Brian and asked the question she had been waiting to ask. "Is Matt single, or what? I was just curious, ya know, just to get to know you guys."

Brian laughed and nodded his head "yes" to her question. As he slid passed Matt to get in the booth, he leaned over and whispered in Matt's ear that "the red head was checking on his relationship status already."

"Fuck free breakfast, we're all probably gonna sleep till noon," Jimmy laughed.

Rosalie caught the waiter's attention and ordered another round of shots, this time of fireball whiskey. "Alright motherfuckers, let's go," she challenged. She tipped her head back and took the shot, giving her head a shake as she sat the shot glass down. She looked up as Brian and Leanne returned to the table. "You guys want in on the next round?"

---

Matt was a little surprised at what Brian said to him. Leanne was asking if he was single? Why would she be asking that? Unless she had a little thing for him or something. Of course, the fact that she asked if he was single said that she was single, and Matt couldn't deny that he was glad to hear that. "Glad to see you guys made it back in one piece," Matt remarked, looking at Leanne and Brian.

Zacky grimaced as the liquid made its way down, all but tossing the shot glass away from him. He held his head in his hands for a moment before setting his chin in his hands and looking around at everyone. Zacky had a limit, but he was one for competition and he didn't want to give up. Brian looked over at his friend, shaking his head in shame. "Rosalie, we might have to keep Ol' Zacky out of this next round, look at him. But I'm in."

Zacky put on a goofy grin and shook his head, "Nah, man, I'm good. I can take another."

~~

Leanne laughed softly and shook her head at Matt, "I didn't know going and getting beer was a dangerous trek." She smiled over at Rosalie and nodded her head as she began to tie her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head. "I'm in. Lets get more fireball since I missed out on the round you already order."

"You sure about that?" Rosalie said, giving Zacky a nudge with her elbow. But she knew Zacky wouldn't quit until he was passed out in a puddle of his own vomit or something of that nature; he was a stubborn little shit, just like the rest of them. But Rosalie couldn't deny that the effects of the alcohol she'd consumed were starting to catch up to her. In fact, the room was starting to spin just a little. "I'm always down for more fireball," Rosalie said to Leanne. She nudged Jimmy, telling him it was his turn to buy the next round.

---

"Yeah, it's a pretty long walk over to the bar," Matt chuckled. "But you were in good hands with Brian, I wasn't worried." Matt was glad to hear that Leanne was in for the next round, but he was less glad to hear that it would be another round of fireball. "Next round we're going tequila," Matt said. "No more of that cinnamon shit, turns my stomach over."

"Ooh, how about vodquila?" Jimmy said excitedly. "I saw it at the bar. It's vodka and tequila mixed together and it's like forty percent alcohol. It'll knock all of us on our asses."

Zacky gave her a kind smile, one that he hadn't shown to her in many, many years. He was actually beginning to enjoy her presence more. Intoxicated Rosalie was nicer, funnier, and definitely more tolerable of Zacky. He ran a hand through his hair as he began to speak, "I'm so down, competition is competition. I ain't giving up." he laughed as he looked around the table at everyone else. "My bets for who taps out earlier is Leanne, Matt, and Johnny. They all look fucked anyways."

"Fuck off," Johnny laughed. "You've always been the lightest light weight drinker ever. You are going down."

~~

Leanne playfully scowled in Zacky's direction. Like hell was she going to tap out first. She scrunched her nose up at Matt. She had never been one for tequila unless it was a Margarita. Tequila always made her sick or crazy--sometimes both. "Tequila ain't my thing unless you really do wanna carry me up to my room."

"Sorry Johnny, but I agree with Zacky," Rosalie said, smirking at the bassist. "You're the lightweight and I'm placing my bet on you going down first."

Johnny glared at Rosalie. "Fuck you."

"Not even in your dreams," Rosalie shot back. She took the shot glass that Jimmy slid to her and quickly drank it. "Alright, so that vodquila shit next?"

---

"Fuck you Zack, I'm the most sober out of all you," Matt said. He looked around at everyone, hearing Rosalie agree with Zacky about Johnny being the first to go down. "I'm also gonna say it'll be Johnny. Or you." He pointed at Zacky. "Or maybe Leanne." He nudged her playfully with his elbow. He knew she probably wouldn't be, with how well she was handling the alcohol she'd already had, but he couldn't ever tell. She might just be really good at hiding it.

Zacky shook his head back and forth with a smile on his face, "No fucking way am I going down first." he looked over at Rosalie, "When have you or I ever tapped out first? I can't recall one time."

Brian rolled his eyes and looked over at at the pair of him and mumbled underneath his breath, "They sure have taken a turn for the better..."

~~

Leanne rolled her eyes at Matt, watching the small smirk appear on his face. She pushed a bit of hair out of her face, "Contrary to popular belief, I can actual hold my liquor very well."

Johnny laughed, "That's bullshit, Matt practically had to carry you in here."

Rosalie reached over and gave Brian a shove. "Why don't you shut the fuck up and buy us another round?" she said. She had a feeling their little competition would be over soon, because despite everyone's assurances that they wouldn't be the first to go down, they'd all had a lot to drink and she would hate to end this night in the hospital because someone got alcohol poisoning.

A few minutes later, the waiter returned with their next round of shots. Rosalie wasn't sure what it was, but she could definitely taste a hint of tequila.

---

"Don't make me have to separate you two," Matt laughed. Leanne had needed a little help from him, but he definitely hadn't carried her. When the waiter delivered the next round, Matt slid one over to Leanne before taking one for himself. "Cheers," he said, clinking his glass against Leanne's. "God, that's some strong shit." He sat the glass down and picked up his phone, unlocking it to check the time. "Holy shit, it's almost three in the morning."

Zacky shook his head with a grimace on his face as the liquid burned the back of his throat. "Ugh," he spat. "That shit is not good at all. Bad fucking idea, Jim. Bad, bad idea." He shook his head as he slid his shot glass to the center of the table. He didn't really know how much more of the drinking his stomach could take, but he wanted to keep good on his bet. He looked over at Rosalie as she seemed to take the shot down with ease. "You like that shit?"

Jimmy grinned over at Zacky, "Yeah, because it's fucking delicious and your baby ass can't handle it."

~~

Leanne's reaction to the shot was almost identical to Zacky's. She didn't really like it at all either. She scrunched her nose as she slid the glass away from her, and shook her head as well. "I'm with Zacky on this one," she said in an almost hoarse voice. "That shit is disgusting."

She smiled when Zacky nodded and all but shouted "I'm not the only one!"

Leanne looked over to Matt with wide-drunken eyes and pouted, "Three fucking AM? I wanted to sleep in."

Rosalie laughed at Jimmy, but reached over and gave his arm a shove. "Don't make fun of him," she said. She smirked at Zacky. "It's not his fault he's a little pussy." Matt's words registered in her mind and she made a noise of annoyance. "Three in the morning?" she repeated. She yawned. "Bruh, I could keep drinking, but I'm getting tired. And we can't sleep all damn day tomorrow."

"Yeah, and I think Short Shit is about to drop," Brian put in, smirking at Johnny.

"Fuck you."

---

Matt chuckled when Leanne turned to him with a pout on her face. She's so cute. "You can still sleep in," he told her. "We don't have anything to do tomorrow except travel, and we probably won't even leave until dinner time." Even if that wasn't true, he knew Larry would've pushed back their leave time, since they were all gonna be hungover as fuck tomorrow. "You'll have to tell us which room to take you back to," Matt said to Leanne. "If you want, I'm sure Rosalie wouldn't mind if you crashed in hers, so you two wouldn't be by yourself."

Zacky rolled his eyes at Rosalie, "I'm not a pussy. I just don't particularly care for two liquors that taste quite shitty with one another." His eyebrows raised as he heard everyone speaking of the time. He nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I'm trying to go to bed soon as well. Half of our day is going to be wasted tomorrow anyways. Plus everyone is fixing to be in a shitty mood anyways."

~~

Leanne looked over to Matt and then at Rosalie,"I mean, I could sleep in my own room if ya'll wanted, I don't want to intrude. Unless you want the company I will. I don't mind."

Johnny grinned, "Hell yeah, let them bunk together."

Leanne laughed as Rosalie began to say something snarky to Johnny and shook her head.

"Johnny, don't make me get Jimmy on you," Rosalie threatened, although she knew it was a very empty threat. Jimmy couldn't hurt a fly right now. "It's whatever you want," she said to Leanne. "I'm probably gonna crash as soon as I hit the pillow, so I wouldn't even know you were there."

"Since everybody's ready for bed, how about one more round and then we'll hit the sack?" Brian suggested. "We'll even let Zack pick the poison, since he's obviously too much of a wuss for the vodquila."

---

"Yeah, we're all gonna be bitchy as hell tomorrow," Matt said, agreeing with Zacky. He would be extremely surprised if anybody was awake and functioning before two in the afternoon. "Dude, do you know how long it's gonna take everybody to get up to the hotel?" he asked out loud, the thought popping into his head. "We're all fucking wasted and I'm sure at least the girls are practically gonna need to be carried, maybe Johnny and Jimmy, too."

Zacky rolled his eyes in slight annoyance but laughed. He was glad that they were all getting along and having a good time, it was pretty refreshing to not have any arguments or bickering going on. "I think everyone is gonna need to be wheeled up," he chuckled. "Lets get one more round of Jack and get the fuck out of here."

~~

Leanne playfully narrowed her eyes at Matt, "I got two legs of my owns that can function on their own thank you very much," As soon as the shots of Jack were placed on the table she grabbed hers and quickly tossed it back. She shook her head, immediately regretting it. She had already had far too much to drink.

"Cheers," Rosalie said. She took the shot glass that was given to her and tossed it back, grimacing a little. "Alright, let's get the fuck out of here." She gave Jimmy a shove, trying to get him out of the booth, and frowned when all he did was groan. "Jimmy, get the fuck up. You can sleep when you get to your room."

---

"Alright, we'll see how well that works out," Matt replied, smirking at Leanne. He took the shot of Jack and then got to his feet, swaying a little when all of the alcohol hit him at once. "Jesus Christ, I'm drunker than I thought."

"Obviously, since 'drunker' isn't a word," Brian said. Matt flipped him off.

As Zacky slid out of the booth, the room began to spin a little. He shook his head, urging the motion to stop. He raised his eyebrows and sighed as he began to walk behind Rosalie, "I think we are all a little 'drunker' than we thought." He laughed as he caught up with Rosalie, walking by her side. "Are you good?"

~~

Leanne slid out of the booth, immediately almost tripping. She instinctively reached out and grabbed for whatever was close, which was Matt's bicep, to steady her self. She blushed bright red as he looked down at her, "Oh shit, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, m'fine," Rosalie mumbled. Still, she reached out to grab Zacky's arm to steady herself. She let out a yawn. "God, I'm fucking tired. Could use a shower, but I don't think I could stand up long enough to do that." She'd just have to drag herself out of bed some time the next day to do that.

---

Matt raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "You're fine," he told her. He carefully took his arm out of her grasp and then slid it around her waist. "Here, I'll help you to the room. Are you staying with Rosalie or did you change your mind?"

Zacky, feeling slightly brave, wrapped his arm around her shoulders to help steady her. He smirked at her, "Take a bath, you probably won't feel so shitty tomorrow morning if you get cleaned up. Plus, remember to drink some water before you head to bed, kay?" He chuckled, "I'll barley be able to bathe myself as it stands, but I know I need to."

~~

She smiled lightly at him, her eyes heavy with intoxication and exhaustion, "At this point it really doesn't matter to me, I just want somewhere to lay my head." She carefully rubbed at her eyes, being sure not to push any of her make up into them, "Just take me wherever."

Rosalie shook her head. "Nah, I don't wanna accidentally fall asleep in the tub." She paused and laughed. "I'm sure Jimmy would be very upset if I drowned." She leaned against Zacky as they waited for the taxi to arrive, letting out another yawn. "I'd rather just go to sleep anyway."

---

"Alright, well do you have your room key?" Matt asked. He didn't know which room Leanne was staying in and he wasn't sure if she knew either. But maybe it would be written somewhere on her room card. "If you can't find it I'll just put you in my room, I'm sure Brian won't mind another roommate. And I'll just sleep on the little couch or something."

Zacky shrugged, his fingers absent mindedly trailing the skin on her arm. He was beginning to become just as tired as she was. "Yeah, I mean--" he paused to yawn as well, "I don't know if I am going to make it to the shower or not. I could probably pass out in the taxi."

~~

"Uhmm," Faye hummed as as she pulled her purse off of her shoulder to check. She rummaged through her purse, not being able to find her room key. She knew she had put it in there as soon as she checked in "Fuck, man, I know it was in here." She pouted as she continued to look.

Rosalie felt goosebumps forming on her skin where Zacky was touching her. But it was a little chilly outside, so maybe it was because of that. "Let's not do that, nobody will be able to carry you," Rosalie told him. When the taxi finally arrived, she once again found herself sitting between Zacky and Jimmy.

---

"I'm sure the front desk will have extras, it's okay," Matt assured her. The taxis soon arrived and Matt helped her into one, somehow finding himself sitting bitch seat between Leanne and Brian. He nudged the guitarist. "Scoot the fuck over, you're squishing me."