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Oh, God. Jason was drunk. He was so drunk he couldn't stand. He was so not driving. Which, as he didn't have a car, was probably a good thing. Plus the so drunk he couldn't see thing. Or was that stand?
He opened his eyes, the world sort of spinning, people with amazing auras wandering around, merging, dancing. One of them was waving at him, or pointing or something. Okay, he could see. Mostly. Sort of. And he was on the couch, so he was sitting. Not standing. Then he was too drunk to stand, which made him too drunk to drive and he'd just stay right here.
He'd be happier staying right here if it wasn't so loud. Who knew graduation could be so loud? He did. Now.
Graduation. Him. Done. All graduated. Him.
He had his little fake diploma somewhere. Back at his little apartment, he thought. He'd gone there first, before coming to the Phi Beta Delta Gamma Quadrant Fraternity House. Wait. Was that what it was called? Hell, he wasn't rushing for it; the name didn't matter. He was just here for the party. Which was really loud, and kind of incoherent. And he'd only been drinking beer.
He looked down at the beer in his hand. Only it wasn't a beer it was a high ball tumbler and it was empty but for a cherry at the bottom. Maraschino cherry. He liked those. He started fishing for it, letting the party fade out around him. He nearly had the fucker, too, when everything got loud again--a not ignorable loud, at that.
A face pushed suddenly into his. "You have to go!" shouted the face. "The cops are coming."
He tried to figure out just how those two things were related. The cops were coming so he had to go ... but he wasn't sure why. Sure he was drunk,but he was legal--he'd turned twenty one the week before. So it couldn't be that. And he wasn't making any noise--he was just sitting here, feeling groovy from his head to his toes. He wiggled his toes--yeah, them.
No, he didn't have to go. He'd just sit here and if the cops came, well good for them.
People came and went and the music disappeared and he just sat there and watched the cops. For they had indeed come, and damn, a couple of them were hot. It was probably the uniform. They said everyone loved a man in uniform and he'd certainly lusted after his fair share of them.
There was one cop in particular he was lusting aft--looking at. The guy was big. Not just tall, but buff. And he had short blond hair. And he was hot. He was a stud. Man, he had to be way over six feet tall, Jason thought, tilting his head to look up and up.
He was even hotter close up and hey. When had the stud cop gotten so close?
Jason grinned and raised one hand waving his fingers. "Hi there, Officer."