Drunk Enough To Dance
Title: Drunk Enough To Dance
Rating: Mature
World: AU
Characters: Brandon Novak, OC, Viva La Bam cast
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1,838
Summary The Viva La Bam cast are on location filming, drunken antics ensue and someone has to clean up...
Sam was annoyed. She’d only agreed to come down to Punxsutawney with her friends for a long weekend over Groundhog Day after lengthy persuasion and now they had abandoned her in a bar. She ordered another drink, sighing deeply to herself. Here she was drinking alone while her friends were out with whatever guys they happened to pick up. Suddenly there was a commotion at the other side of the bar and she turned to see a guy dancing naked on a table.
“Oh God, I didn’t sign up for this.” She groaned.
Still she couldn’t pull her eyes away. He wasn’t too bad looking really, a nice body, cool tattoos and okay, a small dick. She sipped on her vodka and orange as she watched. Finally the guy got down from the table, well his friends pulled him down, and she turned back around, her gaze returning to her glass.
“Big shots think they can do whatever they like.” The bartender grumbled.
Sam turned, pulling her brown eyes away from the glass to look at him.
“Big shots?” She asked curiously.
“Yeah, he’s down here with some guys filming some programme for MTV. They think they can do whatever the fuck they want.”
Sam shrugged. “Surely you all get paid for it though?”
“Yeah, still it causes havoc.” He grumbled. Suddenly he started chuckling. “Well, looks like someone’s getting their comeuppance. He’s had too much to drink.”
Sam glanced over to see the guy who had been dancing on the table staggering out of the door, supported by his friends. She frowned, he looked awful.
“I’m going to go see if he’s alright.” She said softly, downing the last of her drink. “He looked totally fucked.”
“Good luck.” The bartender laughed. “I think you’ll need it.”
Outside the guy was leant against a rail with his friends gathered around him while he threw up. Sam’s face twisted slightly in disgust and she hung back just watching to make sure he was okay. She’d had to look after her friends a million and one times when they’d been like that, it was gross but they needed someone there with them.
“Dude, your puke smells like rum.” One of the guys laughed.
“Come on we’re going back drinking.”
She watched as the guys turned and headed back into the bar. The pitiful figure against the rail raised his head.
“Raab, don’t leave me.” He groaned.
The guys she presumed to be Raab stopped and hovered between his friends and the drunkard on the rail. Sighing Sam headed forwards towards the drunk guy, who was once again spewing.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He sighed.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked gently.
Both guys turned to look at her. Raab had no idea what to say but the drunk shook his head slowly, barely able to see the girl who was speaking through the drunken haze.
“Novak we’re taking you inside.” Raab said suddenly.
Sam glanced at him and stepped forwards, letting the guy she guessed was called Novak put an arm around her shoulders. Raab headed back towards the bar as Sam staggered under his friend’s weight.
“Don’t leave me…” Novak groaned.
“Yeah, can you at least help me carry your friend?” Sam snapped.
Raab headed back, slinging Novak’s arm around his shoulders. Together they managed to get Novak inside, despite the fact he could barely stay on his feet. All the way Sam was worried about getting puked on, but thankfully the guy seemed to have sobered up at least a little bit.
Once they were inside the guy collapsed on a bench, pulling Sam down with him.
“Don’t leave me.” He whined.
“Dude, we got a hot chick to look after you. Just stay there and don’t do anything.” Raab sighed. “I’m going drinking.”
Novak whimpered something and collapsed down on the bench, his head rested in Sam’s lap. She smiled softly, stroking his hair. As she brushed his hair back from his face she exposed a tattoo on his neck.
“Fate.” She murmured, reading it. “Nice.”
He smiled slightly, moving his hands so that they rested on her jeans. He mumbled something she thought sounded like a thank you but his speech was too slurred to really make anything out. Sam leant down to ask him what he’d said, but his eyes had closed and he was asleep. She sat there with him most of the night making sure no harm came to the poor guy. His friends bought her drinks as a way of thanking her, although at first a couple of them had been pretty rude. They constantly referred to her as ‘fast company’. Once came over and started dancing around Novak, grinning cheesily.
“Hey quit it.” Sam hissed, gently pushing him away. “Can’t you see the poor guy’s trying to sleep? You’re meant to be his friend aren’t you?”
“Aww, I was only having a bit of fun.” The guy protested.
“Have fun with him in the morning when he’s not passed out drunk yeah?” She replied sternly. “He already looks all scratched and beaten up.”
“Come on Glomb.” Another guy with curly brown hair and blue eyes laughed, pulling his friend away. “Like she said, we can get him back tomorrow.”
She sighed, watching them leave before lifting her drink again, resting her head back against the bench.
Finally the bell went for last orders and everyone started to leave. Novak was awake again, and more alert than before, although he hadn’t moved from his position in Sam’s lap. Once again she found herself absent-mindedly stroking her hands through his brown hair. She saw his friends approach and shifted slightly, causing Novak to groan irritably.
“We’re heading back now Novak.” The good-looking guy Sam had quickly learned was called Glomb smiled, pulling his friend to his feet.
Sam stood up as well, brushing down her jeans.
“Will you be okay with him?” She asked, tipping her head towards Novak before adding as an afterthought. “Actually, will he be okay?”
“He’ll be fine. Hey, do you want a lift back to wherever you’re staying? It’s the least we can do seeing as you looked after this jerk off all night.”
She looked at the speaker, the blue-eyed guy from earlier who seemed to be in charge.
“Oh no, it’s alright. My friends are in here somewhere…” She glanced around the empty bar. “Maybe not. I guess I am getting a lift then if you’re sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. So where are you staying, uh… what was your name again?”
“Samantha.” She grinned, holding out a hand. “But everyone calls me Sam. I like it better.”
“Bam.” The guy grinned back, shaking her hand. “And these guys are Ryan, DiCo, Rake, Glomb, Raab and Novak aka Lifepartner aka Dreamseller aka the guy you were stuck with all night.”
Sam chuckled; quietly ignoring the fact she was about to get in a car with a bunch of drunken men she didn’t know. Bam nodded and lead the group out of the door. Sam was at the very back, helping Glomb to support Novak out of the door.
“So where are you staying Sam?” The crazy haired guy asked once they were all in the van.
“The Empire hotel.” She smiled, settling herself in the back next to Novak.
He smiled and rested his head on her shoulder, falling asleep again. The rest of the guys in the van were grinning.
“Well that’s good because we’re staying there as well!” Bam declared, “Now drive Rake.”
It wasn’t long before they pulled up outside the hotel. Sam, being the sort of person she was, helped them carry Novak up to their room. Outside the door she finally said goodbye.
“Night Novak, be careful yeah?” She smiled kissing him on the forehead. “Hey, if any of you guys remember any of this tomorrow come down to the main hall for breakfast in the morning. I’ll be down there and it’ll be nice to see you again and check he’s alive.”
Bam nodded. “Of course. Night Sam.”
The next morning Sam found herself sat in the main hall for breakfast with her two best friends. They’d both been dead asleep when she finally gotten into the room, and had woken up this morning with awful hangovers. Sam smirked, glancing between their sunglasses-covered faces with an expression of smug satisfaction.
“I warned you both you’d regret drinking that much.” She laughed.
“Oh shut up and got get yourself some food.” Her friend snapped.
Sam laughed, heading over towards the buffet. She was just about to grab herself a slice of bread to stick in the toaster when she spotted the guys from last night. Grinning she waved at them, hoping to God one of them would recognise her so she didn’t look like a total idiot. Luckily Bam recognised her and waved back. She moved her hand away from the breadbasket and headed over to their table to say hello.
Over at their table Novak was slightly confused. He’d just watched Bam wave at some pretty brunette who was now heading over and he couldn’t help but think he recognised her from somewhere. Whoever she was he hoped she was fast company. She wasn’t exactly drop dead gorgeous, but she had a nice face and a not bad figure. Size 10 or so, maybe a little smaller. Eventually she stopped at their table.
“Hey Bam.” She smiled. “How’s your head?”
“Not too bad.” He chuckled. “I think you should be asking Novak that though, don’t you Sam?”
She blushed slightly. “Erm yeah. Hey Novak, I doubt you actually remember me, but I’m Sam. I was taking care of your drunk ass last night.” She smiled, turning to face him. “I just wanted to see if you were okay, and these guys didn’t kill you.”
“I’m fine.” He replied, adjusting his sunglasses slightly. “Well, as close to fine as I ever am. Thanks for looking after me, even if I can’t actually remember it.”
She laughed gently. She had a nice laugh.
“It’s not a problem. I look after drunkards all the time. My two best friends are terrible lushes.”
Novak nodded and she glanced back towards the rest of the tables.
“Talking of my friends, I better get back to them. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Hey, thanks for everything. I appreciate it, these guys never look after me.” Novak smiled.
“Like I said, no problem.” Sam smiled back, leaning forwards and kissing his cheek.
As she walked away she left a small piece of paper on the table. Novak snatched it and unfolded it, carefully reading the message.
In case you ever want to hook up. 673-874-7291 Sam x
Smirking he folded it up and slipped it into his wallet. Glomb watched him carefully; he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl. She had seemed really sweet, but no doubt would be forgotten as soon as they left Punxsutawney and returned to Westchester.
Disclaimer: I don’t make any money off this writing and the characters all belong to themselves except Sam and friends who belong to me. It’s fiction and in no way am I saying that anything I write about has or will actually happen (with the exception of reference to true historical events of course).
Bascically I don’t own, I don’t make money, don’t sue.
Author’s Notes: Inspired by some of the Viva La Bam special features ;)
Rating: Mature
World: AU
Characters: Brandon Novak, OC, Viva La Bam cast
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1,838
Summary The Viva La Bam cast are on location filming, drunken antics ensue and someone has to clean up...
Sam was annoyed. She’d only agreed to come down to Punxsutawney with her friends for a long weekend over Groundhog Day after lengthy persuasion and now they had abandoned her in a bar. She ordered another drink, sighing deeply to herself. Here she was drinking alone while her friends were out with whatever guys they happened to pick up. Suddenly there was a commotion at the other side of the bar and she turned to see a guy dancing naked on a table.
“Oh God, I didn’t sign up for this.” She groaned.
Still she couldn’t pull her eyes away. He wasn’t too bad looking really, a nice body, cool tattoos and okay, a small dick. She sipped on her vodka and orange as she watched. Finally the guy got down from the table, well his friends pulled him down, and she turned back around, her gaze returning to her glass.
“Big shots think they can do whatever they like.” The bartender grumbled.
Sam turned, pulling her brown eyes away from the glass to look at him.
“Big shots?” She asked curiously.
“Yeah, he’s down here with some guys filming some programme for MTV. They think they can do whatever the fuck they want.”
Sam shrugged. “Surely you all get paid for it though?”
“Yeah, still it causes havoc.” He grumbled. Suddenly he started chuckling. “Well, looks like someone’s getting their comeuppance. He’s had too much to drink.”
Sam glanced over to see the guy who had been dancing on the table staggering out of the door, supported by his friends. She frowned, he looked awful.
“I’m going to go see if he’s alright.” She said softly, downing the last of her drink. “He looked totally fucked.”
“Good luck.” The bartender laughed. “I think you’ll need it.”
Outside the guy was leant against a rail with his friends gathered around him while he threw up. Sam’s face twisted slightly in disgust and she hung back just watching to make sure he was okay. She’d had to look after her friends a million and one times when they’d been like that, it was gross but they needed someone there with them.
“Dude, your puke smells like rum.” One of the guys laughed.
“Come on we’re going back drinking.”
She watched as the guys turned and headed back into the bar. The pitiful figure against the rail raised his head.
“Raab, don’t leave me.” He groaned.
The guys she presumed to be Raab stopped and hovered between his friends and the drunkard on the rail. Sighing Sam headed forwards towards the drunk guy, who was once again spewing.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He sighed.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked gently.
Both guys turned to look at her. Raab had no idea what to say but the drunk shook his head slowly, barely able to see the girl who was speaking through the drunken haze.
“Novak we’re taking you inside.” Raab said suddenly.
Sam glanced at him and stepped forwards, letting the guy she guessed was called Novak put an arm around her shoulders. Raab headed back towards the bar as Sam staggered under his friend’s weight.
“Don’t leave me…” Novak groaned.
“Yeah, can you at least help me carry your friend?” Sam snapped.
Raab headed back, slinging Novak’s arm around his shoulders. Together they managed to get Novak inside, despite the fact he could barely stay on his feet. All the way Sam was worried about getting puked on, but thankfully the guy seemed to have sobered up at least a little bit.
Once they were inside the guy collapsed on a bench, pulling Sam down with him.
“Don’t leave me.” He whined.
“Dude, we got a hot chick to look after you. Just stay there and don’t do anything.” Raab sighed. “I’m going drinking.”
Novak whimpered something and collapsed down on the bench, his head rested in Sam’s lap. She smiled softly, stroking his hair. As she brushed his hair back from his face she exposed a tattoo on his neck.
“Fate.” She murmured, reading it. “Nice.”
He smiled slightly, moving his hands so that they rested on her jeans. He mumbled something she thought sounded like a thank you but his speech was too slurred to really make anything out. Sam leant down to ask him what he’d said, but his eyes had closed and he was asleep. She sat there with him most of the night making sure no harm came to the poor guy. His friends bought her drinks as a way of thanking her, although at first a couple of them had been pretty rude. They constantly referred to her as ‘fast company’. Once came over and started dancing around Novak, grinning cheesily.
“Hey quit it.” Sam hissed, gently pushing him away. “Can’t you see the poor guy’s trying to sleep? You’re meant to be his friend aren’t you?”
“Aww, I was only having a bit of fun.” The guy protested.
“Have fun with him in the morning when he’s not passed out drunk yeah?” She replied sternly. “He already looks all scratched and beaten up.”
“Come on Glomb.” Another guy with curly brown hair and blue eyes laughed, pulling his friend away. “Like she said, we can get him back tomorrow.”
She sighed, watching them leave before lifting her drink again, resting her head back against the bench.
Finally the bell went for last orders and everyone started to leave. Novak was awake again, and more alert than before, although he hadn’t moved from his position in Sam’s lap. Once again she found herself absent-mindedly stroking her hands through his brown hair. She saw his friends approach and shifted slightly, causing Novak to groan irritably.
“We’re heading back now Novak.” The good-looking guy Sam had quickly learned was called Glomb smiled, pulling his friend to his feet.
Sam stood up as well, brushing down her jeans.
“Will you be okay with him?” She asked, tipping her head towards Novak before adding as an afterthought. “Actually, will he be okay?”
“He’ll be fine. Hey, do you want a lift back to wherever you’re staying? It’s the least we can do seeing as you looked after this jerk off all night.”
She looked at the speaker, the blue-eyed guy from earlier who seemed to be in charge.
“Oh no, it’s alright. My friends are in here somewhere…” She glanced around the empty bar. “Maybe not. I guess I am getting a lift then if you’re sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. So where are you staying, uh… what was your name again?”
“Samantha.” She grinned, holding out a hand. “But everyone calls me Sam. I like it better.”
“Bam.” The guy grinned back, shaking her hand. “And these guys are Ryan, DiCo, Rake, Glomb, Raab and Novak aka Lifepartner aka Dreamseller aka the guy you were stuck with all night.”
Sam chuckled; quietly ignoring the fact she was about to get in a car with a bunch of drunken men she didn’t know. Bam nodded and lead the group out of the door. Sam was at the very back, helping Glomb to support Novak out of the door.
“So where are you staying Sam?” The crazy haired guy asked once they were all in the van.
“The Empire hotel.” She smiled, settling herself in the back next to Novak.
He smiled and rested his head on her shoulder, falling asleep again. The rest of the guys in the van were grinning.
“Well that’s good because we’re staying there as well!” Bam declared, “Now drive Rake.”
It wasn’t long before they pulled up outside the hotel. Sam, being the sort of person she was, helped them carry Novak up to their room. Outside the door she finally said goodbye.
“Night Novak, be careful yeah?” She smiled kissing him on the forehead. “Hey, if any of you guys remember any of this tomorrow come down to the main hall for breakfast in the morning. I’ll be down there and it’ll be nice to see you again and check he’s alive.”
Bam nodded. “Of course. Night Sam.”
The next morning Sam found herself sat in the main hall for breakfast with her two best friends. They’d both been dead asleep when she finally gotten into the room, and had woken up this morning with awful hangovers. Sam smirked, glancing between their sunglasses-covered faces with an expression of smug satisfaction.
“I warned you both you’d regret drinking that much.” She laughed.
“Oh shut up and got get yourself some food.” Her friend snapped.
Sam laughed, heading over towards the buffet. She was just about to grab herself a slice of bread to stick in the toaster when she spotted the guys from last night. Grinning she waved at them, hoping to God one of them would recognise her so she didn’t look like a total idiot. Luckily Bam recognised her and waved back. She moved her hand away from the breadbasket and headed over to their table to say hello.
Over at their table Novak was slightly confused. He’d just watched Bam wave at some pretty brunette who was now heading over and he couldn’t help but think he recognised her from somewhere. Whoever she was he hoped she was fast company. She wasn’t exactly drop dead gorgeous, but she had a nice face and a not bad figure. Size 10 or so, maybe a little smaller. Eventually she stopped at their table.
“Hey Bam.” She smiled. “How’s your head?”
“Not too bad.” He chuckled. “I think you should be asking Novak that though, don’t you Sam?”
She blushed slightly. “Erm yeah. Hey Novak, I doubt you actually remember me, but I’m Sam. I was taking care of your drunk ass last night.” She smiled, turning to face him. “I just wanted to see if you were okay, and these guys didn’t kill you.”
“I’m fine.” He replied, adjusting his sunglasses slightly. “Well, as close to fine as I ever am. Thanks for looking after me, even if I can’t actually remember it.”
She laughed gently. She had a nice laugh.
“It’s not a problem. I look after drunkards all the time. My two best friends are terrible lushes.”
Novak nodded and she glanced back towards the rest of the tables.
“Talking of my friends, I better get back to them. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Hey, thanks for everything. I appreciate it, these guys never look after me.” Novak smiled.
“Like I said, no problem.” Sam smiled back, leaning forwards and kissing his cheek.
As she walked away she left a small piece of paper on the table. Novak snatched it and unfolded it, carefully reading the message.
In case you ever want to hook up. 673-874-7291 Sam x
Smirking he folded it up and slipped it into his wallet. Glomb watched him carefully; he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl. She had seemed really sweet, but no doubt would be forgotten as soon as they left Punxsutawney and returned to Westchester.
Disclaimer: I don’t make any money off this writing and the characters all belong to themselves except Sam and friends who belong to me. It’s fiction and in no way am I saying that anything I write about has or will actually happen (with the exception of reference to true historical events of course).
Bascically I don’t own, I don’t make money, don’t sue.
Author’s Notes: Inspired by some of the Viva La Bam special features ;)