bangingthe_hellouttayou | Shout At The Devil! [Halloween Party] Band members and friends invited

Zack had decided that he wanted to do something for Halloween now that he'd gotten his new costume and being a Spider-Man fan he'd gone for a Spider-Punk costume straight from his comics. He'd gotten it at a local comic store down on the Strip and couldn't wait to show Damien because he knew the Dog didn't have comics or anything fun back in Hunger City. Zack now pleased that he'd arranged a Halloween Party for the band members, their friends and family to attend inside the communal area of the apartments. It was the biggest space and there was a bar all stocked up with spooky drinks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic alike.

It would be a blast!

There were even spooky snacks with crisps and chips shaped like bats, ghosts and pumpkins. There were even actual pumpkins on a table for those who wished to carve a pumpkin alone or with friends. Zack had tried to make it accessible for all, those who wished to party and get drunk and those who wanted to do non-boozy activities too.

As for costumes---they were optional but preferred.

"Ok, I think that's it. Everyone should be arriving soon."

Zack looking around the room and hoping everyone would like what he had set-up with help from some of the others of course.

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Jack was used to dealing with people like Viktor. Damien turned around and eyed the firebombs but said nothing. The Dog couldn't say anything about weapons when he carried a gun and a big knife everywhere.

"People keep bringing me drinks." Jack admitted. He had no idea what he had drank already and was currently drinking some neon green concoction that one of the others had given him.

Viktor adjusted some of the string on one of his firebombs just below his belt buckle so that it stayed on better. He was happy how the costume turned out even if he still felt a fucking idiot.

"Maybe it's because everyone knows you can drink shitloads and still remain standing. The drinks are potions or something. This is all Zack's idea and I think he's done a really nice job."

The punk was pleased his drummer had the imagination to think up this kind of thing on Halloween. Maybe it was all those comics he read.

"How about a drinking contest, mate? Me and you? Maybe some of the others if they want in. I can't see Joe saying no either. He drinks like a fucking fish too."

Damien was watching Viktor and noticed the constant adjustment. "You need a better way to carry those."

Jack looked to Damien and then to Viktor before grinning. These two absolutely needed to work with weapons and bombs.

"If you want to end up on the floor.' Jack teased and smirked at the blonde Brit.

"You think so? Maybe you're fucking right. The string feels a bit weak and needs to be stronger."

Viktor had tried to attach his bombs using other means but had failed so far. Maybe leather straps or something else? He didn't want a bomb to slip and smash onto the floor wasting the fuel inside. That, or catching the place alight.

"Oh yeah? Want to take me on, ginger? Do it."

"We carry moltovs sometimes." Damien could definitely get the punk a better method given a few days.

Jack shrugged and Damien just stared at Viktor because this wasn't going to end well. Jack got a drinking glass and filled it to the top with vodka, one for himself and one for Viktor. He offered one to the Brit.

"Here." Then Jack drank the whole glass of Vodka like it was a shot. "You better catch up."

"Fucking decent. I don't go anywhere without them, mate."

Viktor touched a few of his bombs around his belt and grinned before focusing on what Jack was giving him. Right, a drinking contest. Fucking cool. The punk did know things might end up getting crazy, so he removed his molotov belt gently and placed it down just in case he fell.

"I don't want to end up smashing my bombs if I fall down drunk."

Not that the punk would let that happen. Of course not. Drinking with Ziggy's brother would be fun with Viktor now downing his vodka the same as Jack.

"Let's do this."

Damien offered to take his bombs and keep them safe until Viktor was sober enough to handle them.

"Damien, you may want to get Gloria." Jack mentioned and this time poured them both shots. He knew a human could get very sick if they went too fast.

"You're not the first to try this."

Viktor nodded to Damien for keeping his bombs safe for when he'd get sobered up after getting drunk with Jack. How much could he drink anyway?

"What? I don't need a fucking nurse, mate."

The punk snorted and cracked his neck as he got ready to down the next shot.

"You will." Jack giggled and downed his shot, then poured another.

"Have you ever drank with Ziggy or Tommy?"

"I'm a big boy."

Viktor just shook his head, smirking, as he downed his shot, keeping up with Jack. The punk wondered about Ziggy but Tommy, he'd not even spoken to the man.

"I've not drank with Ziggy much and Tommy I've never met."

Damien went off to find Gloria so that she knew to check on Viktor later when he was very drunk.

"Then this will be an experience for you." Jack kept pouring shots. "Tommy drinks even more than I do."

"An experience? I've drank loads of blokes under the table before."

Viktor was just showing off with his ego and didn't want to lose. As for this Tommy---he would be the next to challenge then.

"Maybe I'll challenge this Tommy bloke at some point."

Jack started to giggle even more. "I'm not a bloke or a lass."

Jack commented and shook his head at how quick the shots were going.

"Good Luck. He put me under the table."

"It's all about bodyweight, mate. The bigger you are, the more you can put away. At least that's what I've found drinking and staying standing."

Viktor's bandmates often said the punk was full of shit and Jack was about to find this out.

"He did? Must be a fucking good drinker then."

"Well, you are shorter." Jack teased with a grin.

"He drinks it like water." Jack confirmed. It was wild how much Tommy could drink.

"Maybe I am but I can hold my drink."

Viktor could feel himself getting drunk but knew there was a way to go yet. Did Jack get drunk? Surely, he had to.

"Must have a high tolerance then."

"We'll see." Jack couldn't help but tease the Brit a little while they were drinking. "I'll get the Norwegian to carry you to bed when you're on the ground."

Viktor was easy to tease and it was all in fun.

"It's crazy how much he can drink."

"I'm not fucking falling to the ground before you will, mate."

Viktor just shook his head, snorting a laugh, while feeling his head begin to spin a little because he was now drunk. It was all fun and he'd agreed to do this anyway.

"Who will carry you then?"

Jack leaned over and kissed Viktor's cheek. "I can see why that punk likes you."

And he could in the attitude. Jack wasn't feeling anything at all, not yet. There were some that could out drink him but they were all much older than he was.

"I don't need anyone to carry me."

The cheek kiss caused Viktor to start a little, frowning then wondering why Jack did it. Then, he knew that it was because the man was Ziggy's brother so was a flirt. The Brit didn't mind it so got back to downing more booze.

"Me and Vars are fucking made for each other."

This was the best thing.

"What about your angel bloke?"

Jack smiled and that startle, obviously teasing. "I agree. You seem to compliment each other."

Jack liked Viktor because it reminded him of his people. "He's around but I won't need him to carry me."

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