*Brian's POV*

"Dude, I have a plan." I said to Zacky.
"Is it gonna get us out of here and away from those freaks?" Zacky asked. I nodded.
"Let's call up the guys and get them to come help us! Then it'll be seven against three and they'll have no chance!" I said. Zacky smiled. He said,
"Dude, that's genius!" We both texted the guys, informing them of our situation. Jimmy was the first to answer.
"My future sisters in law and god-kid are in trouble? Have no fear, Uncle Jimmy is here!" I smiled and texted him the address. Matty answered Zacky with,
"Dude that's way fucked up. We're on our way."
Now all there was left to do is wait. It would take them a bare minamum of two and a half hours to get here, and by then Mark should regain conciousness. Something tells me he's not gonna wake up a happy bear.
Now all we needed to do was find a way to kill time until the rescue team came to save the rescue team..
"You two almost done in there?" Britt asked. Me and Zacky didn't answer, we just walked out.
"Say, I've got a fun game we can play." I said with a smirk. The girls perked up.
"What is it?" Bree asked.
"It's called, 'Who can take the most shots?'" The girls smiled,while Mia and Lucy did not.
"Seriously?" Mia asked, pointing to her stomach. I held out my finger, as if to say, "Just you wait."
"We have vodka in the cabinet in the fridge, grab two bottles!" Britt instructed.
"Oh, don't worry, I planned on it." I said, still smirking. I got into the kitchen and found the vodka. Goose, my favorite. I hated to see good alcohol go to waste, but it was for a good cause. I opened one of the bottles and poured its contents down the drain. I refilled it with sink water and went back outside. Mark was still unconcious, I must've really packed a punch. I went into the living room and placed the two bottles on the table. I grabbed the one I'd filled with sink water and asked,
"Can this one be ours?" With the puppy-dog smile I knew no girl could resist. They nodded.
"I'll go first!" I said, popping open the bottle and taking a swig. The girls clapped.
"I'll go next!" Britt said, taking a huge swig of her real vodka.
"Yay! It's Zacky's turn." I said, handing the bottle to Zacky. He gave me a look and I mouthed,
"Trust me" To him. He looked skeptical, but drank. He was confused for a second and then caught on and smiled. The game went on until both bottles were empty, and two of us were completley drunk.
"I think...I think we should take a nap before the party.." Bree stated. Zacky and I smiled at each other.
"You know, that is an excelent idea." I said. Zacky and I carried the now passed out girls up stairs and placed them both into a bed. We came back down stairs and Mia did not look happy.
"What the hell was that?" She asked.
"Now's not exactly the best time to be getting smashed, you have to go out with them later." Lucy added. Zacky and I smiled.
"No we don't." Zacky said happily.
"Only one of the bottles was real vodka, theirs. They're gonna wake up tomorrow and think this was all a dream." I said. The girls smiled.
"That's genius!" Lucy said. I bowed and we all laughed. I looked at the time, six o' clock. Where were the guys?
Mark strode into the living room and pointed at Zacky and I.
"You two.." He said quietly and angerily through gritted teeth.

Notes

fight scene is next chapter :D