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Zacky damn near decided that it wasn't even worth getting off of the bus for food. His head was throbbing, he felt nauseous and every time he moved his head, the situation wasn't helped in the least bit. Groaning as the bus pulled to a stop, Zacky forced himself onto his feet. He was slow moving as he trudged off of the bus. A permanent scowl settled on his features as he bit back a sigh, grumbling beneath his breathe about how much bullshit this was. About how he was never going to drink again, even with the knowledge that he would be drinking in the next day or two more than likely.

Looking up when someone approached him, Zacky's eyes were narrowed a bit as he studied Candace. He hadn't meant to glare at her, it was simply too damn bright out and his head hurt too much for him to think about potentially upsetting her. "Like shit," he grunted, letting out a dry laugh. Zacky remembered the night before but he wasn't about to tell Candace that; not unless she decided to bring it up herself.

"Only thing worth having when you feel this damn bad is McDonalds. It'll cure the hangover just," Zacky held up his fingers and snapped. "Like that." He was grinning now, tilting his head to the side. Holding open the door to the restaurant lobby open for Candace, Zacky let out a groan as the rest of the crew filed inside so he was left to bring up the rear of the group. Huffing to himself, Zacky crossed his arms as he deliberately moved to stand with Candace who was toward the front of everyone.

"I've pretty much made it a tradition. I mean, no one wants to sit at a diner and wait around for food," Zacky exclaimed after a beat of silence, looking up at the menu. "And sure as shit, no one is cooking after a night like last night," he said, laughing softly.

"You're not the only one who feels like shit," Candace said. "I mean, I don't. But that's because I know better than to drink until I can't stand up." She nudged Zacky teasingly as they reached the restaurant, thanking him when he held the door open for her. Thanks to this she was the first ones inside and subsequently was the first one of their group to the counter, which was probably a good thing. With as many of them as there were, if she were at the back it would take her forever before she got to order. She looked over when someone stood next to her, only halfway surprised to find Zacky standing there instead of Corey.

"My favorite place to eat when I'm hungover is IHOP," Candace said, taking a quick scan of the menu. "Pancakes are the best thing ever when I'm hungover. And these pathetic things McDonald's calls flatcakes just don't cut it." In the end, Candace decided on a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich with a side of hash browns. That would be enough to fill her stomach up until the next time they stopped. Once she had her food she went to sit down, propping her foot up in the seat next to her so she could save it for Corey. She waved Zacky over when she noticed he had his food as well, offering him one of the other seats at the table.

"God, remind me to never drink that much again, I hate myself so much right now," Corey grumbled, joining Zacky and Candace at the table.

"Just eat your food, you'll feel better," Candace said, reaching over to squeeze his arm. "And when we get back to the RV, you can take a nap. I think all of you could use a nap."

"Fuckin' McDonalds' pancakes are garbage," Zacky agreed. He gave a nod of his head before letting out a groan, reaching up to cup the side of his head. "That was a mistake," He muttered under his breathe, beginning to even regret leaving the bus. He was sure that he could found something to eat on the bus, whether it was as satisfying as McDonalds or not wouldn't have mattered. But then, Zacky would have needed to cook and that simply wouldn't do with the state he was in at the moment.

"Gotta say, if you like pancakes, you have to try A&W's. They're the fuckin' best. I swear, they're nothing compared to the flatcakes here," Zacky said, chuckling at the thought. He remembered the first time that Jimmy had ran onto the bus with a half eaten plate of pancakes in his hand. On a ceramic plate that was never supposed to leave the fast food restaurant to begin with.

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Dropping down at the table, Zacky wasted no time in shoving half of his hashbrown into his mouth. He looked up when Corey joined them, giving him a lopsided smirk. "We all say it. Best to just get used to the fuckin' feeling because it's not going anywhere, any time soon," he laughed. Setting his elbows on the table, Zacky leaned forward and took a bite of his breakfast sandwich that he had gotten put onto a bagel. It was something that he had always done, something that gave his sandwich a bit more flavour every time.

He finished off his food, letting out a groan as he leaned back in. his seat. Zacky rubbed his stomach, grimacing at how bright the whole damn restaurant was. "Remind me to drink more fuckin' water next time," he said with a huff, rubbing his face. "Maybe this hangover wouldn't be so damn bad then."

Corey just groaned in response to Zacky's comment. Candace knew that no matter how awful they all felt, they would be drinking like they had last night again very soon. And hopefully next time he would be able to join them because it was a little boring just sitting around watching everyone else get drunk. Things were pretty quiet at their table as they all ate, although Candace certainly couldn't say the same thing about others. Johnny and Aiden seemed to have started a competition over who could finish their breakfast first, which was not only noisy but also a bit disgusting.

"Don't come crying to me when you're throwing up later because you shoved that food down your throat," Candace shouted over her shoulder. Even though she said that, she would probably be the one taking care of Aiden if he threw up later. It came par for the course with being the band 'mom'. "I'm sure if I tried to tell you to drink water instead of whiskey, you'd laugh in my face," Candace pointed out to Zacky. "Something about being a man and handling your alcohol, right? All of these idiots claim they can handle a half dozen shots and a six pack of beer until they're puking their guts up or complaining about the jackhammer in their skull."

"And what about you?" Corey asked. Candace didn't even have to look over at him to see the grin on his face. "The last time you got super drunk, I had to talk you down from a limb. And yeah, I mean an actual limb," Corey added, directing this to Zacky. "She got drunk and climbed a tree and she wouldn't come down. Couldn't come down, either, really. I finally convinced her to get down by telling her I'd catch her."

"Which you didn't, by the way," Candace mumbled, reaching over to shove his arm. "I sprained my wrist."

Zacky laughed at Candace's comment, his eyes finding Johnny and Aiden as they tried to scarf down their food faster than the other. He rolled his eyes, turning back to the two that he was sitting with. He couldn't help but smirk, shrugging his shoulders as he jutted his bottom lip out. "Fair. But sweetheart, something you gotta know about me is that I can hold my liquor. I'm fuckin' Italian, I can drink my weight in just about any form of alcohol and live to tell the tale," he paused when he heard Jimmy cackling behind him. He scoffed, shooting the drummer a death glare. "Absinthe doesn't fuckin' count, asshole."

Raising an eyebrow as Corey began to speak, Zacky couldn't contain his laughter as he hung his head. He covered his mouth with his hand, at least trying to cover up his laughter for Candace's sake. Even if he wasn't all that successful, at least he had tried. Zacky coughed in an attempt to clear his throat, rubbing his face before reaching for his drink. "Sorry. Something caught in my throat," Zacky muttered, looking up to Candace with a small smirk.

"We all got tales, sweetheart. Nothing wrong with that. Just ask Jimmy 'bout the time that he ran into the forest, claiming he was going to come back as the knife master. Thought we were never going to see him again," Zacky said, beginning to laugh again. His laughter only continued to grow when Jimmy pegged him with a packet of butter from his pancakes. Turning around in his seat, Zacky gave Jimmy a sly smirk. "Don't start something you can't finish, asshole."

Candace glared at Zacky when he started to laugh, trying and horribly failing to hide said laughter. She was going to kill Corey later for telling the story and making her look like an idiot. "You're both fucking assholes," Candace grumbled. She didn't have anything to throw at Zacky so she settled for punching Corey on the leg, which he did not appreciate. Candace raised an eyebrow as Zacky started to say something about Jimmy running off into the forest, claiming to be a knife master or something. She didn't know any of them that well, but that definitely seemed like something the drummer would do. She supposed it was just a drummer thing to be weird. Blake was pretty weird in his own right.

"I demand to know an embarrassing story about you," Candace said, looking at Zacky. "Since you know one about me, it's only fair. And if you don't tell me, I'll just ask one of your guys. I'm sure they would be more than happy to embarrass the hell out of you. Isn't that right, guys?" Candace looked over Zacky's shoulder to Jimmy, who nodded enthusiastically. She was sure all of their embarrassing stories would come out sooner or later. Might as well exchange one or two up front as a formality. "I mean, you don't have to tell me now," Candace continued. "I want a good one, so I'll give you...twenty-four hours to figure out which one you want to tell me. Choose wisely."

Everyone had pretty much finished eating at this point, so there was no reason to linger in the restaurant. They had places to be by early evening, so they needed to get on the road. Candace went to refill her and Corey's drinks while he handled their trash and once she had the drinks, she walked back over to Zacky. "Don't forget to think of the story you want to tell me," she said, grinning. "In the meantime, I'm going to take Corey back to the bus and murder him for telling you I got stuck in a fucking tree."

"No. We just know to take the laughs at they come," Zacky said with a shit eating grin spreading across his features. He shrugged, balling up the wrapper of his food together. He looked up, raising an eyebrow when Candace began to make demands to hear embarrassing stories about him. "Oh hell no!" He exclaimed, shaking his head when he turned to fix Jimmy with a hard glare. "Don't open up that can of worms, man," he threatened, pointing a finger at the drummer. "If you think that was bad... man..." he let out a dry laugh. Jimmy groaned, shrugging his shoulders as he held his hands up in surrender. Jimmy glanced toward Candace, winking before he turned back to the food laying in front of him.

Zacky sat at the table for a few moments longer than necessary. He was content to simply sit here because now that he didn't have a distraction in the form of conversation with Candace and Corey, Zacky's hangover was reminding him of its presence. He let out a groan, running a hand through his hair before he finally stood, grabbing his garbage. Candace stopped in front of him and Zacky groaned, waving her off with his hand. "Yeah, yeah. If you want to think I'm telling you a story..." he trailed off, laughing again. He fought against wincing, giving a slight shake of his head. "Out your damn mind, girl," he teased softly before heading for the garbage bin.

Returning to the bus, Zacky didn't hesitate to head back to his bunk where he dropped into it. Pulling the blanket up his body, he was quick to fall back asleep luckily.

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"You're telling me a story!" Candace shouted. "Even if I have to force it out of you. And I will go to one of these other guys if you don't. I need some dirt on you, too." Corey snorted in her ear, grabbing her elbow and pulling her away from Zacky. "You let go of me. You started this with your big fucking mouth." She stuck her tongue out at Corey but took his hand as they bid goodbye to the guys and headed back to their RV. The guys immediately headed to their respective bunks but Candace didn't feel like taking a nap, so she gave Corey a quick peck before she settled on the couch, flipping through the channels until she found a movie she wanted to watch.

It was late afternoon before Candace felt the RV slowing to a stop. All of the guys were still asleep and she knew they wouldn't be too happy when she woke them up, but at least they were checking into a hotel since there wasn't a show tonight. They would probably all go back to their rooms and go back to sleep for a few more hours and then invite themselves along to whatever debauchery the Avenged Sevenfold boys got themselves involved in, which would likely involve more alcohol. "Alright guys, time to get up!" Candace shouted, turning off the TV and getting to her feet.

"Five more minutes, Ma," came a whine from down the hall. Aiden.

"No, get the fuck up!" she shouted. "We're at a hotel, so you can be back asleep in fifteen minutes in an actual bed. But I've got to get you checked in so get up!"

"Alright, alright, we're up," Corey grumbled, trudging down the hall. He made a face. "I need a shower."

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The moment that the bus came to a slow stop in front of the hotel, Zacky was bounding off the bus and into the expansive hotel. He veered off away from the main lobby, following the signs for the Starbucks that was inside of the hotel. All he was wanting at the moment was a well made latte instead of a shitty cup of more or less instant coffee. By the time he'd ordered and returned to the lobby, Larry was at the front desk working through getting everyone checked in with Candace right beside him.

Zacky grinned to himself, making his way through the assortment of bags and crew. Coming up to the counter beside Candace, Zacky raised an eyebrow as he leaned against it.

"So tonight, we're goin-" Zacky started to speak before Larry shoved a room key in his direction. Zacky let out a soft laugh as he took it, sliding it into his pocket after checking the room number.

"Tonight, we're going to just relax at the hotel. There's apparently a well known restaurant here so we don't even have to leave to enjoy some good food and drinks," Zacky explained, already more than thankful for that fact. It meant less responsibility and they would be able to let loose a bit more than they did, away from a hotel. That meant even Larry could enjoy himself because no one would really have to play the role of a babysitter tonight.

"Let your children know. And I'm sure I'll see you there," Zacky teased, tilting his head to the side. "Hm?"

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Candace stood in the living room, tapping her foot impatiently until all of the boys had filed out with their bags in hand. She led them into the hotel, shooing them off to take a seat in the lobby while she went to the front desk to grab their keys. Larry was there next to her, already speaking with the front desk clerk to get the keys for the Avenged Sevenfold boys. Just as it was her turn to speak, Candace noticed Zacky stepping up to the counter next to her and she turned her head to listen to him as he started to speak. She laughed softly when he was interrupted as Larry shoved a key in his direction.

"Yeah, 'relax'," Candace repeated, making air quotes. She knew what that meant. But at least here at the hotel she wouldn't have to worry so much about babysitting the boys and would be able to have a little fun herself. When Zacky mentioned letting her children know, Candace snorted. "I'll be sure to do that," she said. "But first I've got to let them finish their nap or else they'll be a little cranky." She turned back to the clerk, collecting their room keys before she gave Zacky a wave and headed off towards Divided by Zero. "Okay so obviously Corey is with me," she announced. There were two other keys, one of which she tossed to Sam and the other she tossed to Nate. "You lot can decide who rooms with who. And try and get in a little bit more sleep, yeah? Zacky told me they're going to be 'relaxing' at the hotel tonight and I don't want to deal with your pissy attitudes."

Giving Corey a nudge with her foot, Candace waited for him to stand before she headed towards the elevator. She wasn't surprised when Corey immediately kicked off his shoes and threw himself into bed when they reached the room. She, on the other hand, decided to go ahead and take a quick shower in preparation for tonight. They may not be actually going out anywhere but that didn't mean she wanted to look a slob. Once she had showered, Candace climbed back into bed next to a snoring Corey to lay down and relax a little before dinner.

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Zacky had had every intention of heading up to his room and he followed his plan perfectly in that regard. He got up to his room, kicked his shoes off, dropped his bag in the corner before he was quick to lay down on one of the beds. Before Brian even joined him, Zacky was drifting back off to sleep after setting his coffee down on the nightstand. He knew that he should have stayed awake since he had just woken up a little while ago but with their pending night, Zacky knew that he was going to need his rest if he wanted to get through the night in one piece. Or at least, he was hoping to stay in one piece.

It wasn't more than a few hours later before Brian was bored with watching tv from the other bed so he sat up, reaching for one of the pillows behind his head. He smirked to himself as he tossed it in Zacky's direction, laughing as it hit the other guitarist in the head. Zacky groaned, lifting his head and fixing Brian with a death glare before hurling the pillow right back at the other man. Brian let out a whine, catching it easily enough. "Come on, wake up you bastard. I'm bored, we should go scope out the bar..." Zacky rolled his eyes before nodding, mumbling something about taking a quick shower to freshen up.

Less than half an hour later, the pair of guitarists were heading down to the hotel's restaurant. It was only just past five pm so it was a bit early but when you coupled the two together on tour, it was no surprise to find them drinking together. By the time others had began to fill their table, Zacky was already on his third beer. To him, it was normal, he wasn't even really feeling a buzz when he looked up, grinning as he spotted Candace and Corey. He held out his arm, motioning toward the chair beside him. "Oh, come here," he teased, wiggling his eyebrow. "Please get me away from these people. They're driving me crazy," he said with a laugh as Jimmy shoved his shoulder.

Candace wasn't exactly surprised when she fell asleep once she'd laid down in bed. She might not have had as much to drink as the guys and she certainly wasn't hungover but she was still pretty damn exhausted. She was woken up rather rudely and abruptly by Aiden and Nate shouting and banging on the door to their hotel room. "Go tell your bandmates to shut up before I shut them up," Candace huffed, reaching out to shove Corey. He groaned but still rolled out of bed, shuffling over to the door. She could hear him having a hushed conversation with Aiden and Nate and a few seconds later, they could be heard retreating down the hall.

"They're ready to go down to the bar and start drinking," Corey said, dropping onto the edge of the bed.

"Surprise, surprise," Candace mumbled. She shoved the covers away, pushing into a sitting position. If they were ready to go downstairs and start drinking, she should probably start getting ready. She wasn't going to do a lot, just enough to make herself feel presentable. It wasn't like they were going out anywhere and besides, it wasn't like she was out to impress anyone. Corey was ready way before Candace, so when she was finished they headed downstairs to the bar. They were the last ones there and Candace smiled when she saw Zacky motioning them over. She plopped down in the seat next to him and Corey took the one next to her. "I see you guys decided to get started without us," she teased, looking around at the various bottles and glasses already sitting on the table. "Well tonight I'm going to get drunk with you guys. And I think I'll start with a shot. Who wants to take one with me? Besides Corey, I mean. He doesn't have a choice."

"As long as I don't have to talk you down from a tree again," Corey said, smirking. Candace reached over to slug him in the arm and he made a face. "Ow, hey, don't hit."

"Yeah, well, when you're forced to suffer through being around the guys 24/7.." Zacky trailed off, shrugging his shoulders at Candace's comment. He gave her a cheeky grin, tilting his head to the side as he lifted his beer to his lips. When Candace made her offer to take shots, the rest of the guys whistled loudly, showing just how agreeable to the situation they were. Zacky laughed, setting his beer down on the table as he began to nod. "If you even think that you had to challenge us, you have a whole other thing coming..." Zacky couldn't help but snicker, eyeing the woman again. "Tonight's going to go to a whole new level tonight, girl. Best start preparing yourself now.."

Not even a minute later and their waitress was stepping over, taking the order for a round of shots and unsurprisingly to Zacky, Jimmy and Brian were eagerly asking for a glass of absinthe. Zacky eyed his bottle for a moment before agreeing that he wanted a glass and after a moment's pause, Zacky ordered a second glass. The waitress eyed him a bit warily before leaving the table. Zacky didn't even try to hide the grin as it stretched across his features.

"Have you had absinthe before?" Zacky asked, sitting up a bit straighter, adjusting in his seat. "Because you're about to. Gotta break something tonight, hm?" His voice dipped slightly, not even trying to hide his flirtatious comments toward Candace.

Candace couldn't help but laugh at the other guys' enthusiastic response to her suggestion. She should have known she didn't really need to ask. When the waitress came over to the table, Candace placed an order for a round of shots, raising an eyebrow when Brian and Jimmy piped up, asking for absinthe. She wasn't exactly well-versed when it came to the variety of alcohol she was sure these boys drank but she knew enough to know that absinthe was something that would get them all very drunk very fast. When Zacky asked her if she'd had absinthe before, Candace shook her head. "Uh, no," she said, giving a short laugh. She knew she was going to have a choice but to try it tonight; she could tell by the tone of Zacky's voice. She also noticed that he wasn't trying at all to hide his flirtatious tone or comment but she didn't really mind. It wasn't like she was going to fuck the guy and besides, all of the guys flirted with her occasionally. It didn't mean anything.

"I guess I don't really have a choice, now do I?" Candace asked, raising an eyebrow in Zacky's direction. Moments later, the waitress returned with their drinks, placing the shots on the table before handing the glasses of absinthe to Brian, Jimmy, and Zacky. "Shots first, though. So we start out on an even playing field. Although I guess we'd be starting out on an even playing field if we were sober? Oh well, it's more fun this way." Candace handed each of the boys a shot glass before picking up her own. "Everybody have a shot? Alright, bottoms up, fuckers." Tipping the glass back, Candace made a face as the alcohol burned its way down her throat. "Alright, give me that other shit you want me to drink," she said to Zacky, holding out her hand for the glass. She eyed it warily when he handed it to her, giving it a cautious sniff.

"Isn't absinthe the shit that makes you, like, hallucinate?" Corey asked. "Let me have some."

"Hey, ladies first," Candace said. She raised the glass of absinthe to her lips and took a tentative sip, gagging almost as soon as the alcohol hit her tongue. "God, this is disgusting. How can you drink this?"

"Nope!" Zacky declared cheerfully, a shit eating grin spreading itself across his features. "Glad you're accepting that now... it's always easier when people accept it," he said with a laugh. He gave a little nod, tilting his head to the side. "Fair. Shots first, I can give you that much... I guess I have to be nice if you're trying absinthe. Hm?" Zacky smirked, his gaze sweeping over her form for a moment before he turned away from her. Matt was staring daggers at him, causing Zacky to groan, roll his eyes, and give the slightest shake of his head. He knew Matt was picking up on him flirting a bit too heavily with Candace. Oddly enough, Matt had always been heavily against cheating whether it was one of the boys or simply the boys tempting someone else.

Huffing, Zacky was more than a little relieved when the waitress reappeared with their drinks. "Cheers, kid," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows as he raised his shot glass. Zacky tossed it back wordlessly, reaching for his glass of absinthe practically before he'd set his glass down. Zacky held it out to Candace, giving her an encouraging nod. "Go on. Worse that happens is you puke," he said, nudging her with his elbow. "But it won't happen. At least you're not shitfaced already, it'd happen then probably.

Zacky gave a nod to Corey, smirking at his words. "Hope you're ready for a wild fuckin' ride, dude."

Plucking his glass back from Candace's hands, Zacky offered it out to Corey while keeping his eyes on Candace the entire time. "Easy. I know the places it'll take you after a glass or two," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides. When you travel the world with these fuckers, you get used to some gross shit... I've had liquor that tastes a whole lot worse than absinthe," he said with a laugh. Settling back in his seat, Zacky took the glass back from Corey as the other man tried to contain a cough. He took a large swig, smirking to himself as he turned away from the pair. "Let the games begin, gentlemen and Candace," he said, holding up his glass. The Avenged boys' were all quick to raise their own, chugging the remainder of whatever they had been drinking.

Glancing back to Candace, Zacky grinned. "Hurry, now you need to catch up."

Candace didn't argue with Zacky when he took the glass of absinthe back from her. That was easily the most disgusting alcohol she'd ever tasted. But she doubted she would be able to get away without having any more. She was probably a bit more pleased than she should be that Corey's reaction seemed to be right on par with hers. At least she wasn't the only one who could barely handle the shit. "Well give me that nasty shit again, then," Candace said, holding out her hands. She was taking Zacky's words as a challenge. If he wanted her to catch up, she would catch up. When Zacky handed her the now half-empty glass of absinthe, Candace hesitated for a short second before she raised the glass to her lips, pinching her nose as she took a large swig. Still, she couldn't help but dry heave slightly as she lowered the glass back down to the table.

"Absolutely disgusting," she mumbled. "I'm going to get something else to drink. Rum and coke, maybe." Candace realized just how strong the absinthe actually was when she pushed to her feet. She steadied herself with the chair, brushing off Corey's chuckle as she made her way over to the bar. She ordered her rum and coke as well as a bottle of whiskey to take back to the table. She just hoped the Avenged boys wouldn't mind that she put it on their tab. They would probably be drinking most of it, anyway. When she returned to the table, Candace sat the bottle of whiskey down in the center with a flourish. "Time for more shots, yeah?" she asked, dropping back down into her seat. She looked at Zacky with a smirk. "Since somebody thinks I need to catch up."

"Well pour the shots, woman!" Aiden shouted.

Candace rolled her eyes, opening the bottle of whiskey and tipping a bit into each of the boys' glasses. She filled her own and then sat the bottle aside, reaching for her shot glass. She looked around the table with a challenging glint in her eyes. "Alright fuckers, let's go."

"Disgusting but it does the job a helluva lot better than anything else ever has," Zacky agreed with a laugh, holding out the glass to Candace again when she requested it. He wasn't going to hold it back from her, it was alcohol and when it came to alcohol, he was more than willing to share it. He saw no reason not to, he was more than wealthy enough to be able to share a bit of alcohol. Especially when it came to someone who had never even tried absinthe. He smirked at the thought, watching as she downed a bit of it. His smirk only seemed to grow as Candace stood, watching as she headed off toward the bar.

Zacky turned back to the boys, leaning forward as he delved into a random conversation with them. He looked up when Candace reappeared, nodding toward the bottle of whiskey in her hand. "I like how you think," he said, his lips twitching upward into a grin as she sat. "I mean... better start now if you want to get caught up while it's not too late."

Raising his shot glass, Zacky tossed it back with ease. He chased it with a sip of the absinthe, relaxing back in his chair. "I'm gonna order some nachos because you can't have a good night at the bar without nachos... am I right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Flagging down the waitress when he spotted her again, Zacky did just that before glancing around the table. "Does anyone else want any food? Don't make the poor girl go back and forth for assholes like us.." he said with a laugh.

Candace waited until everyone had raised their glasses, letting hers clink against Corey's and Zacky's before she tipped back the alcohol. It still burned a little but not as much as it had before, which was a sure sign that Candace was on her way to being drunk. After a few seconds' hesitation, she plucked the glass of absinthe from Zacky and took another drink before handing it back. "I'll take an order of cheese fries," Candace said, smiling at the waitress. A little food couldn't hurt and cheese fries sounded absolutely fantastic right about now. A few of the boys ordered some food as well and then the waitress headed off to the kitchen, leaving them with their alcohol.

"Time for more shots," Candace announced. She heard Corey chuckle next to her but she ignored him as she tipped some more alcohol into each of their shot glasses. This time she didn't wait for everyone to raise their glasses; she tipped back the alcohol in her shot glass before setting the glass aside. "Don't look at me like that," Candace said, feeling Corey looking at her. She heard him laugh again and she reached over to push his face away. Because she normally had to make sure the boys stayed out of trouble, this was the drunkest Candace had been in a long time. And she was enjoying herself quite a bit.

"I'm going to have to carry you back to the room tonight, aren't I?" Corey asked.

"And what if you do?" Candace asked, shooting him a smirk. She turned to Zacky, about to reach out to take his glass of absinthe again, but she stopped when she spotted the waitress coming their way with a tray of food. "Alright, the food's here."

Zacky levelled Candace with a playful glare when she plucked his glass from his hand. He gave a shake of his head, turning toward the waitress when the woman appeared. "Can I get another glass of absinthe? Since this girl over here wants to just keep drinking mine," he teased, elbowing Candace. He tossed her a smirk, turning back to the waitress after she had finished ordering as well. He was quiet, sipping at his glass as Corey and Candace teased each other. He couldn't quite figure out what it was but there was something about Corey that he just didn't quite care for.

Corey hadn't done anything particularly wrong since they had met at the beginning of the tour. Maybe it was more that Zacky wanted Candace to himself... yeah, that had to be it. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Zacky was more than relieved when the waitress reappeared with their next round of drinks. He'd just finished off his first glass of absinthe and if he was still feeling this annoyed over the whole thing, he knew that he needed to continue drinking.

Zacky wasn't really one to keep his mouth shut so he hoped with enough booze in his system, he would figure out how not to care about it. Maybe he could find a hotel guest to shack up with and forget about the woman sitting beside him at at the moment.

Candace rolled her eyes at Zacky's comment to the waitress. "You hush, you offered/ the absinthe to me," she said, reaching over to slug him in the arm. She thanked the waitress when her cheese fries were placed in front of her, wasting no time in digging in. She always seemed to get the munchies when she was drunk and she was well on her way to that point. She was sure the main culprit was the absinthe because she'd probably had at least half of Zacky's glass and there was no telling just how much alcohol was in there. Everything was mostly quiet as everyone ate, most of them drunk enough to only have enough attention to devote to their food and nothing else.

"Alright, alright, so I have an idea," Aiden said, pushing away his empty basket of wings. "More shots. More specifically, a shots contest."

"That sounds like...a terrible idea," Candace said, trying to suppress a hiccup. All she could think about was all of these idiots as sloppy, fall-over drunk messes. But then again, they were already in the hotel, so they didn't have far to travel to get back to their rooms. And she wouldn't have to clean up any messes that they made. So why the hell not? "Alright, you know what, you guys are grown adults and you can take care of yourselves," Candace finally said. She shrugged her shoulders. "So yeah, let's do it. But the first time somebody throws up, we're out."