rock-on sign with both paws... Then promptly fell off stage, causing everyone to laugh. His two friends jumped after him, and he looked sheepishly up at them.
  "Was I awesome?" He slurred. Jordan bust out with helpless laughter, clutching his side with one paw. The Birthday Boy shook his head, smiling, and helped Char up, starting to carry him back to the table, their German Shepherd pal tailing behind. They sat him down gently, and he grinned at everyone.
  Itchy was still passed out at the table totally out cold, Will was flirting with a few females, showing his muscles from boxing while Joey and Zak were wrestling like pups, growling playfully and drunkenly while other dogs laughed and watched, and Charlie was dozing with muzzle on his right paw, his left paw slowly sliding off the table.
  "Well, now that our crazy, drunk guests have seated themselves the show can actually start!"  They heard a voice say from the speakers. The trio turned so fast they nearly fell off their seats, especially Charmyte, and saw a black Labrador with a white tail, which was wagging in amusement. The rest of the band members slowly ambled up on stage, checking the floor as they went. The Lab turned to look at them and rolled his brown eyes.
  "It's not like he peed on the stage or something." He said, and everyone laughed, Char grinning sheepishly. "Come on guys, let's get this show on the road!" He looked at the crowd and grinned, flashing his canine fangs in the spotlight. "You guys join when you know one!"
  The members got to their instruments and at a stomp of the Lab's hind paw the music kicked up. The lights flashed different colors as the beat rolled out, the main spotlight going off. The music was a pop-ish beat, and many dogs cheered. When the spotlight came on, the Lab was sitting on the side stairs, tapping his paw to the beat. The wild-looking Lab wasted no time kicking up his singing.

"You run away from everything that you fear
So afraid don't wanna be a part of it
You see the fake in every thing that is real
You hate the paradox
You put us in the box."

  They couldn't hear anything after that as the cheers overcame the speakers and his voice, and the best they could hear was the music. Someone happened to bump into Charlie as they danced wildly, making him spill his beer. With a quick growl of "Why you..." he pounced on the dog and they started to fight. Nobody was bothered, knowing they were both drunk off their tails and couldn't do much to each other besides rolling around.
  Charmyte started to laugh so hard at Charlie's reaction to being merely bumped that he fell out of his chair, and a mere moment later he was out cold snoring. Nav chuckled as he heard Joey, Zak, and Will baying to the music, holding up their glasses and beer splattered on the ground as they swayed. Jordan figured it was time to go, with three of their party drunk out of their minds, one fighting, and two passed out. Molly saw his nod for them to go and went up to Zak, grabbing his paw and leading him away, swaying and chuckling with a grin on his face. Joey, seeing his brother being towed away, followed tiredly, eyes drooping.
  Nav saw what his friend was doing and he and Zero picked up their two passed out friends and started to carry them out. Jordan stayed behind, grabbing Will by his scruff and dragging him away from two girls.
  "Come on Romeo, party's over." He growled as he dragged him away. Duncan went to get Charlie, biting his ankle to get his attention. After a yelp, he saw his grandson waving to the door. Understanding, he nodded and allowed Duncan onto his back, running out after everyone else.
  Everyone was soon home, happily drunk and laughing helplessly. Zero led the thoroughly intoxicated Dobermans to their room, Duncan trailing behind laughing. Charlie dragged Itchy up to their upstairs room, and Molly went home after making sure Zak got to bed. After saying their goodbyes to the semi-sane members of the apartment, Jordan and Navrex carried Charmyte back to their alley. When they made it and put their young friend down on a heap of blankets, they looked at each other.
  "How much do you wanna bet our heads hurt tomorrow?" Jordan asked.
  "Better question, how much do you wanna bet we hear those Dobermans baying at the pain in their heads simultaneously all the way over here?" Nav countered. After looking at each other a moment longer, the two bust out laughing. They didn't even care that their heads were going to be sore next morning.

  Hello everyone! The craziness in this fic MAY seem forced, but I am being totally honest when all this came up on the fly as I sat here writing it. I do not promote underage drinking, I only used it for the hilarity factor, especially from my Kenbro Charmyte, AKA the lunatic of our trio. I hope it worked and my readers enjoy it. Especially the main man this was made for, Navrex. Happy 18th birthday Shepbro, love ya like a brother, and happy early, now, or belated birthdays to you all!
  Also, with all the insanity, I hope you didn't forget the caffeinated drinking game. Cause I hope you all would enjoy a sugar rush!  Credit Charmyte for the cover, he did a wonderful job. Love ya bros. ~ The Writer's Shepherd, Jordan