MERCY --- lovin' myself, makes me want to sing!

[BLY BASTIAN HOLLIS]

A hotel room; now that was something Bly rarely indulged in. But recently Mercy had been asking him about drinking, about what it was like to get really, really wasted. So finally he'd caved, gone to the liquor store and bought a small amount seeing as how she didn't do this often. He didn't want to give his friend alcohol poisoning after all. He'd stuffed the two bottles, shot glasses, mixers, and shit all into his backpack along with pajamas and an extra set of clothes. He didn't plan on getting very drunk tonight, he wanted to make sure Mercy's experience was a very good one; not a bad one that was for sure.

Walking up the stairs of the Hilton, yeah he'd gone all out, Bly went over in his head the layout of the room he'd chosen. A suite so Mercy could have her own room to pass out in and was comfortable, the other room had a hide-a-bed which Bly was totally fine with. After all, his parents had made him sleep on a cot for several years to teach him humility. Good job, mom n' dad. He thought, smirking to himself as he entered the room. He'd texted Mercy the room number and left a key at the front desk for her. That way it was legit, sure the paparazzi might have something to say but Bly was always a very respectable guy, anything they said would more than likely be over read and ignored anyway.

The room was bigger than Bly had imagined, not that he was complaining. He had more money than he knew what to do with so why not go all out for a very dear friend for one of her first time experiences. Walking over to the medium sized fridge in the corner area, Bly stuck the two bottles in the freezer and the chasers in the fridge. The shot glasses, mixers, and mixer glasses went next to them on the counter and then he made a move towards his phone; had to order pizza and such after all. No smart person drank on an empty stomach, that was for damn sure.

In a very Bly moment he'd snagged his stash box, complete with all his necessities. If things got to be too much for Mercy and she wanted to try it, Bly was willing to let her. Since he'd seen more than a few people come back from a bad drunk just from taking a hit. Plus, of course he intended on indulging himself. It was what he always did before getting drunk. Walking around the room he began drunk proofing it, making it more open and hiding breakables and making it just ... more pleasant and easier to maneuver in. Ever the nice guy, he'd also brought his own personal hangover kit, which he set next to the bed that he figured Mercy would be occupying. With all that in place he pulled out his cell once more and gave Mercy a call. Hey girl, everything's all set. He told her, a small smile on his face as he was feeling a bit good about himself that Mercy trust him to experience this. After all, wasn't he one of the few guys on tour who wouldnt' try and take advantage of the situation? Once that was all done he loaded a bowl and went out onto the balcony to smoke and wait for his friend.

WORD COUNT; 600
TAG; Mercy
MUSIC; Tik Tok - Ke$ha
NOTES; I hope this is alright!

[mercedes]

I can't believe I'm actually going to doing this, she thought to herself as she pulled out her over-sized shoulder bag to throw a few items into it for the night. Even though part of her was regretting even thinking about trying this, another part of her was extremely curious and excited. Ever since Mercy could remember, she always told herself that she would never have enough alcohol to get completely wasted. She knew how awful she felt when she wasn't in control, especially of herself, which is why she never had more than a glass of alcohol and strayed away from the stronger stuff. Lately, though, she had become a lot more curious about the substance, and wanting to say yes more and more everytime someone offered her some, which was quite often. She always politely refused, though, knowing that if she woke up the next day without knowing if she had made any bad decisions or not, she'd probably drive herself completely insane.

She was still extremely curious though, and one day, the idea had sort of formed in her mind while she was talking to Bly. Mercy knew very well that he was a drinker, and so she subtly started to bring up the subject of drinking to him until finally asking him to watch her while she got drunk for a night. This was an extremely rare thing seeing as, one, never in her life had she been completely wasted before, and two, she was generally the one that had favors asked of her; not the other way around. Mercy really wanted this experience before, and it wasn't something that she could do with just any random person. That was why she had asked Bly. He was one of the few that had her complete and total trust, and her instincts told her that he would never in a million years try to take advantage of her. He had a lot of respect inside of him, which was something that she highly respected of him. It was the reason why she had decided to ask him about this, and also the reason why she was so relieved when he agreed to do it.

Of course, she hadn't expected it to be anything like this. She figured that she would fork him over whatever money was needed for the alcohol and they'd do it on one of the buses or something, but apparently, Bly had went all out and gotten a hotel room for the two. Not just any hotel room, but one that would have to had cost a decent amount of money. Mercy didn't exactly see why it was necessary, and wished that he hadn't wasted his money on her, but she was appreciative, nonetheless. Mercy knew she would just have to find a way to pay him back, even if it resulted in doing sixty million favors for him. She really didn't care.

Mercy had just finished throwing some clothes and over night stuff into a bag when her phone started ringing. Looking at the caller id, she realized it was Bly and picked it up. "What's up?" she asked, and listened as he told her everything was all set for the night. "Thanks sunshine. I'll be there soon," she replied before flipping her phone closed, not thinking about the nickname. She knew that Bly was probably used to it by now, seeing as she always ended up calling her friends weird little names like that. Picking up her bag, she headed out of the bus and onto the streets of the city, hailing a can and telling them what hotel she was going to, seeing as she wasn't exactly sure where it was herself.

When the cab pulled up in front of it, she paid the guy what she owed, along with an extra tip and style before getting out of the vehicle and heading to the front desk to get the extra key that was left for her there. After conversing with the manager for a moment, she received her key and headed to the elevator, waiting patiently for the ding that signified that she had reached her floor. Commencing on to her room, she stuck the key in and turned the handle that led to a rather decent sized room. She looked around, the first thought hitting her mind consisted of finding something to make this all up to Bly. Speaking of Bly, where is he? she thought suddenly, though the thought left her a mind a second later when the familiar smell of weed hit her nose, instantly making her think that he was outside having a smoke.

Sure enough, sitting there smoking a bowl was her dear friend. Now that she was entering the area where he was smoking, the smell was a lot stronger, but it didn't bother her at all. After going on a tour or two with a few different bands, you kind of get used to the smell. Are you looking for jail time or something?" she asked with a teasing tone and smirk, hoping that Bly got what she was saying. Not only was he smoking off a balcony of a hotel, which was illegal, he was going to let her consume alcohol underage. Obviously, if someone decided to send some hate there way that night, the two would get in a decent amount of trouble, but hopefully that wouldn't be the case. Mercy went and sat on the ground next to him and giving him her usual, cheerful smile that was said to bring cheer into almost anyones day.

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notes; hope this doesn't suck as much as i think it does, D:
tag; bly
words; 946
muse; cute is what we aim for