Oh ill get drunk all night(Dylan)

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

It was just another party at High ground. The music was loud, as usual. And of course, there was someone popular there. Blaze Reed took center stage as he looked out into the crowd. Microphone in one hand, beer in the other. He wasn't drunk just yet, but he was getting there. His smile that was forever there shined brightly as he heard the sound of the song he wanted to sing start. "This is dedicated to everyone right now, lets hope we don't get this drunk. He said in a laugh.

"I hit the bottle in the morning
In the summertime.
I quit my job 'cause it gets in the way.

I find a party by the ocean,
Buy the cheapest wine,
Call up my friends to come and waste the day.

I got a dime bag,
Corduroys, and colored sleeves,
A bindle and some LSD.

Now I'm just lookin' for a girl to meet
To help me to forget my name.


I could spend my lifetime gettin' high,
Never wantin' to live in a suit and tie!
Most of us are just livin' a lie!
Trying to get fucked up every night!


I'm gettin' drunk all night!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day.
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night!
I'm sorry, but I have to say...
I'm too drunk to fuck!

Now the party was jumpin'
And the girls were fine,
With the lipstick summer glaze!

I got so many women
Comin' after me
I put some pussy on lay-away.

I was smoked out,
Torn up,
Drunk as Fuck
And I wouldn't want to change a thing!

Young and dumb
And full of cum
With the sugar loaded candy cane!


I could spend my lifetime gettin' high,
Never wantin' to live in a suit and tie!
Most of us are just livin' a lie!
Trying to get fucked up every night!


I'm gettin' drunk all night!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day!
OH! I'm gettin' drunk all night!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night!
I'm sorry, but I have to say...
I'm too drunk to fuck ya

OH! I'm to drunk to fuck ya!

(solo)

I can't eat,
Can't sleep,
And I'm bored as fuck.
And the girl I want just walked away.

She just found out
I'm too drunk to fuck
It looks like I'm not gettin laid.


I could spend my lifetime gettin' high!
Never wantin' to live in a suit and tie!
Most of us are just livin' a lie!
Trying to get fucked up every night!


I'm gettin' drunk all night!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day!
OH! I'm gettin' drunk all night!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day!
Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night!
I'm sorry but I have to say...
I'm too drunk to fuck ya!
Too drunk to fuck ya!
YEAH! I'm too drunk to fuck ya!
Too drunk to fuck ya!
(repeated)
Some one help me!
Lord have mercy,
Please, somebody help me!
I can't even fuckin breathe!
I'm too drunk to fuck!

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Blaze sand loudly. His eyes now over the crowd that was just having too much fun. Jumping off the stage, he was soon greeted by two lovely looking woman. His arms around them before he could even say his name. Though he knew he didn't even have to say his name. Everyone around could probably Blaze's smile. The girls that were around his arms, began boosting his ego, higher and higher. Mention things that he's the greatest and everything. Nothing could ruin a perfect moment like this.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

I'm gettin' drunk all night! cheered the chorus. It filled Dylan's ears as he leaned over the counter tops. "Fuck... even drunk this song sounds awful..." he mumbled, nearly falling over in his stool. The guy besides him was smoking a joint and laughing at everything Dylan was saying. Even now, he burst out in a laugh as if Dylan had spoken the most hilarious thing in the entire world of comedy.

"Shut up..." he said, only to get a laugh in reply. Really? Dylan was ready to shove him to the floor, except he was kind of out of kilter in balance himself. Another shot was set out before him, without a thought he drank it down. "Come on, hey? Where you going? You gotta make another one." he called to the person who was making the shots. He was walking away being lead by a slutty looking girl. The guy beside him laughed. Dylan shot a look his way and moved to another seat. Man he hated this place but when you're broke and needing to get drunk, you come here.

He was now sat besides a goth girl blowing spitballs at the ceiling. The song ended. "Thank goodness." he said. He looked over at the stage. Blaze was stepping off with a girl at each arm. Made him sick, who the hell did he think he was? He was a helena kid for goodness sake. He took the girl's straw and spat a globby spitball at his forehead- perfect aim. Like David and Goliath, for sure! He grinned cheekily. "Hey, no wonder that song sucked. It was Blaze on stage!" he slurred with challenge to the larger guy.

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[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Blaze's never ending smile was upon him once again. Two woman, what could be better? Two woman, and a drink. Thats what Blaze could go for. Leading the woman towards the bar, he felt something now tap his forehead. His bright smile now turned to a cold smirk. Great, a spitball on his forehead. His eyes scanned, and he saw the one who had done it. Great, an asshole who didn't know better. Moving towards Dylan, Blaze's cold smirk sustained, Blaze's eyes pierced Dylan down, accepting the challenge that was laid before him.

"Well, looks what we got here ladies. A too drunk to fuck." Blaze replied coldly. The two girls laughed along with Blaze. Dylan wasn't going to be too happy with that reply. Though, Blaze didn't give a damn. He was just another loser who had fun trying to bring people down. It wasn't going to work on Blaze. With that, he shot a look over towards the guy now back behind the bar. "One Coors Light, and whatever the ladies want." Blaze asked. Now moving, sitting down at the bar. Waiting for what this loser had to say.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

He laughed when it landed right on target. Oh but Blaze had something to say. A too drunk to fuck. Even that made Dylan laugh. "Lame come back." Blaze sat down. Dylan said with a very sarcastic sneer "I would've been worried hitting your head but then I realized how it doesn't actually hold a brain in there."

Whatever the ladies want. The girls were even sluttier up close. "Wow, honestly, I was worried, you know? About how Blaze's dick probably hurts to piss for the ladies. But you go for the girls who don't have anything to lose. Right? Good on you three" he mumbled on, clumsily. So amused with his own wittiness as he looked at the three, to see which one he pissed off the most.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Grabbing the new now placed in on the counter, Blaze took a swig. The nice refreshing taste of beer was what Blaze needed. Even though it was just soon going to fuel rage. "Im guessing your already dead, since your heart is so cold" Blaze replied, taking another sip of his beer. Blaze wasn't about the whole passing insults at each other. Blaze had more bite then bark. He wondered if Dylan even had bite, he could sure bark. It was though, his next comment what got him in trouble.

Blaze looked at the ladies he was with. They had a sour look on their face, and a nasty look in their eyes. "Ladies, would you please do the honor." Blaze laughed. This was going to b e a fun night. He watched as both the girls got close to Dylan. Their arms moving back, in full swing. Both of them went to slap him in the face. Blaze just took another swig of his beer, and continued to laugh.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

I'm guessing your already dead, since your heart is so cold. Oh man, Dylan hears his fair share of that crap. What is it about people? They lose pointing this out. Well, fuck them. It's none of their business. His heart isn't cold, he was drunk, okay? Man! He took another shot that was out. Damn he hated this place and the people that congested it. "You know, man, Blaze, you suck." he retorted before carrying on his commnents to insult the ladies.

A slap to the face, two actually! Losing balance but regaining it as quickly as a drunk can, he looked to Blaze. "What an honor... hey Blaze, that make you happy? Girls that can slap?" he was barking more, wanting to see if Blaze was truly the coward he thought he was. "Having girls fight your battles, where are your balls?"

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

A large laugh came from Blaze's mouth. Watching Dylan get slapped was hilarious. Well for Blaze anyways. It didn't look like Dylan was having any fun. Another laugh came out of Blaze when Dylan tried to regain his balance. Taking a swig of his beer once again. Dylan really couldn't keep his mouth shut, could he? It was proving to be a challenge to shut him up. Dylan's words were getting him in trouble. This wasn't going to turn out too pretty.

Blaze's normal smile was now wiped away. His normal; have fun attitude was gone, showing a more serious side. Gripping his beer in hand, he chucked. Hit him, or not hit him. Hit him or not.... No....Fuck it. Rang through Blaze's head. Putting his bottle down, looking straight at Dylan. You could see it in Blaze's eyes, he was going to hit him. "My balls? Well, there right here!" Thus words were done getting thrown. It was maybe a split second,. Blaze had gotten up, his arm in full swing. Blaze's fist was intent on Dylan's head.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Blaze's laughter only pissed Dylan off more than the slap to the face. Damn, if only Dylan didn't come here, if only he wasn't broke as fuck, if only he didn't exist. This game of pissing people off, he knew the end made it all a suicide mission. He should've seen it coming, keep running your mouth to a giant guy under the influence as well. But what can be said? You're slow to react when your drunk.

He felt the punch not when it first slammed into his jaw but once he was on the ground. A few people moved away, surprised to have a body be swung down like that. Dizzy as hell, he felt some pain- he was blind drunk so he was ready to hit back as soon as he could clumsily get back to his feet. "What the fuck man?" he groaned through a throbbing jaw. He roughly got to his feet then ran a headbutt aimed at Blaze's stomach wishing to tackle him to the ground.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

It was a flash of a moment. Blaze's fist made contact to Dylan's jaw. Dylan getting sent to the ground. Many people turned to see it. Cheers of laughter now filled the room they were in. Shaking his fist out, he noticed Dylan's drunk ass getting back up. He wanted more punishment? Blaze was surprised that shot didn't know him out. Dylan though was probably use to getting his ass knocked down. Blaze looked at Dylan and shook his head. This fight was a waste of time.

Blaze laughed when Dylan came charging right at him. Hardening his abs, he took the headbutt. Using Dylan's momentum against him. As he took him to the ground, Blaze spun himself on top of Dylan. Sitting upon Dylan, Blaze wound his arm up once again. Aiming for the face once again. Hoping Dylan would learn not to mess with Blaze again.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Dylan knew he was at the wrong. It was just the way it always went. He tried to be a 'good' guy, fail and give up for a night just to drink before he'd try again the next day. Unfortunately one night and alot of drinks made him an even worse person who was hellbent on sharply screwing himself to death. -Cause while he still said no to sticking the gun to his head, the rest of his brain wasn't willing to take a no. They went yes and then picked on a huge guy with more tattoos to show off than he had himself.

But if there was anyone he wanted to shoot it was Blaze. The motherfucker had him on the ground AGAIN. He felt a punch that promised a black eye tomorrow. More pain, where was the gain? With as much force and precision he could muster, he swung his fist towards his face. He swore, wondering if anyone was even noticing the two fighting, watching Dylan getting his ass kicked.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Here Blaze was again, kicking ass to people that dared to run their run their mouth. They could talk big, but of course, they could not back their words up. It was hilarious, well to Blaze anyways. Having the upper hand over Dylan wasn't going to be that hard. He looked like a small guy, not that much meat on his bones. Well compared to Blaze anyways. The way he brought him to the ground, he seemed pretty light as well.

Watching his second punch connect with his eye. That's going to hurt in the morning. Blaze was now officially stunned. Not that Dylan's punch did that much, it was that it did something. Blaze had a look of disbelief on his face now. Which really just made him a little madder. His eyes went sharp, and his first went all the way back. Blaze used all his strength on this one. AIming this punch for the other eye this time.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Dylan was a lightly built guy with a tall height. This guy was a monster. Dylan was smart, why the hell does he go picking fights like this? He wasn't thinking, ain't the why he drinks? To shut up his own thoughts that brought so much anxiety to his head? He managed contact to Blaze but it was a weak shot. You can't bring a whole lotta force when you're pinned. He's had a two lovely bruises to show off tomorrow and with a look, he realized Blaze wasn't through.

He reached for anything and felt a small shot glass. Not thinking of course he smashed it to Blaze's head quickly before his fist reached his face again. Damn, here's hoping for some successful defense.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

This was going good for Blaze. He had Dylan on the ground, and he was on top. The best place for Blaze to be. He was going to enjoy this. Blaze really did dislike people who decided to run their mouth. He never did get the reason why people did it. It didn't make them cool, it just made them seem better about themselves. But Blaze would not have it. He stuck up for the ones that were getting attacked by words. And normally Blaze would walk out the winner.

It was a split second. Blaze saw his fist coming down towards Dylan, but something had happened. Blaze saw Dylan, and all he heard was a smash. Next thing ya know, Blaze was on the ground, looking up at the roof. Placing his hand on his head, the removing it. It was what he saw that made is eyes widened. Blood? What had hit him, something glass by the sound of it. He blinked for seconds. Laying there dazed on what had happened.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Dylan hated the selfrighteous, those who took themselves so seriously. Had to punch someone just because of a few drunk taunts. What a pussy this guy was. Yet he was the one on the ground. The glass just crashed into his head with a lovely sound of hope for his situation. As soon as the heavy weight of Blaze fell away from Dylan, he quickly got to his feet but still remained crouched down. His eyes stayed on Blaze. Shit, did he give the guy brain damage? Lord knows he probably couldn't handle that, he needed all the brain cells he could get! Shit shit....shit!

Dylan kept a distance from the guy, even laying there he was realizing how big he was. Dizzy, throbbing, breathing hard, and so drunk, Dylan had no idea what to do... His strength gave way, he sat back against the wall, still away from the unconscious Blaze. He tasted his blood in his mouth and moaned very lightly under his breath. Blaze began to wake, thank goodness. He began to rise back up to his feet. He never took his eyes off Blaze.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

It was a moment in time. There Blaze was on the ground bleeding. He didn't believe it. He was trying to figure out what hit him. It was something glass, that was for sure. The sound was all he needed. Looking through his eyes, all he could see was blood. Realization finally set in on Blaze. Looking towards some shattered pieces. Just little pieces of glass, must of been a shot glass. Thats when Blaze heard heavy breathing. Blaze just remember he was in the middle of a fight.

Blaze sat up like the dead. His eyes now fixed on Dylan once again. Though this wasn't normal calm and cool Blaze. Blaze was officially pissed off. He moved swiftly from sitting position to now standing over Dylan once again. Grabbing him by the head, and moved his arm back for full swing again. Blaze was going full force on this one. Aimed for poor Dylan's head.