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Drinking Games

((Alright, alright, I get it. You want an update with plenty of drama and sexual tension. I get it.Jokes aside, guys, thank you so very much for bearing with me while I went through my exams. I think I did really well! I find out some results in June and others in October, so we'll see. ✌️ I'm so so so so sososososososo soso so sorry it took so long for me to update, but here I am :) 

I actually added a translation for the Spanish at the bottom of the chapter~~ but don't look at it until you've finished the chapter. ))

The drive to the club was tense. Well. It was tense for Vincent, anyway. He was really put out by the whole arrangement of Ollie and Scott being anywhere near each other.

Scott shifted in his seat and peered at Ollie in the back seat.

Ollie gave him a wink and a flirtatious smile. He was lying stretched out in the back, taking up all three of the seats. He didn't seem too worried by having to stay at a certain distance from Scott.

Scott shifted back around and looked at Vincent. "Hon, you need to relax a little, okay? I wanna have a really good time with you tonight, not have you all uptight just because I invited an acquaintance along."

Vincent glanced at Scott, then looked back at the road. He shrugged slightly.

Scott rolled his eyes and chuckled, "You are super cute when you're jealous. This is our date, Vin. I'm sure Oliver understands that. Right, Oliver?" Scott turned to face him.

"Of course, mi querido. Wouldn't dream of getting in the way," He grinned charmingly, then paused. "However, tonight might be a good trial of... how do you say it in English? I don't know. Conjunto de tres... Poliamoroso... Having two boyfriends, if you catch my drift."

Vincent glanced over at Scott again now. He didn't look entirely peeved by that notion. "Well..."

Oliver's grin positively doubled, "You like that idea, hombre?"

"Don't get any ideas," Vincent growled. "He's still my boyfriend, not yours. Now or ever."

Oliver whistled, brows raising, "Calm down, amigo. You're acting like some German Shepard dog. I'm cool with being the third wheel, here. I don't mind fading in and out of the relationship. I'll be there when you need me, though."

Vincent nodded slightly, seeming to have decided that Ollie wasn't too dangerous a threat. "Good."

"Great!" Ollie looked over at Scott slyly. "Maybe we'll have some fun tonight after all, hm?"

Scott blinked, then laughed nervously. "Sorry. I guess I'm kind of floating on top of the conversation, here... having two boyfriends... uh, conjunctivitis in tres? Fun tonight? I, uh...?"

Oliver and Vincent both turned to look at Scott. Vincent almost ran the car off of the road and had to whip around to look back at the street again.

"You've never heard of conjunto de tres?" Oliver's sparkling green eyes seemed absolutely shocked.

"Well, it being in Spanish doesn't help..." Scott frowned slightly, feeling rather embarrassed that he seemed to be missing out on one big piece of information.

"Um... um..." Oliver put his hands to his head, "Um..." He snapped his fingers suddenly, "Set of three! Conjunto de tres? Does that make sense?"

"What, like a trilogy...?" Scott trailed off, feeling like he was just embarrassing himself further.

"We're here," Vincent said quickly, the car turning left into a parking lot and finding a spare parking place. "Everybody out. That means you, Mexico."

"With pleasure," Oliver sat up, undoing his seat-belt and hopping out of the car, followed by Scott and Vincent.

"You still don't know what set of three is?" Oliver asked as soon as they were standing out of the car, his clear, accented voice echoing through the empty night air.

"No..." Scott admitted meekly, shrugging. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Oliver waved it off. "It's probably just my bad English. We'll show you later~"

"Uhh... alright?" Scott pulled out his wallet and grabbed forty dollars. He subtly passed a twenty-dollar note to Oliver, "Here you go, by the way. That's how much the ticket costs."

"Twenty dollars? This is an expensive club, amigo," Oliver reluctantly took the money from Scott, frowning slightly, "Are you really sure you want to pay for me?"

"Well, we're not going to just leave you sitting out here in the carpark, right?" Scott said.

"I guess not," Oliver shrugged. "Well, thank you. I'll make it up to you, one way or another."

Vincent locked the car and walked over to the two of them. Together, they walked to the front of the club. After standing around for a while in the line, they made it to the front, where a burly, broad-shouldered bouncer stood in the way. Scott and Vincent paid their twenty dollars each to get in. Oliver followed behind them.

The bouncer stopped him, "Twenty dollars or no entry."

Oliver blinked at him, his green eyes blank and distant, "Lo siento, no entiendo lo que estás diciendo. ¿Puedes dejarme ir con mis amigos, por favor?" He pointed at Scott and Vincent, and then shrugged helplessly.

The bouncer wasn't impressed, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Veinte dólares e ir dentro."

Oliver brightened up instantly, "¿Tu hablas español? ¡Eso es genial! Usted habla muy bien, que suena como un verdadero mexicano! ¿Toma pesos? ¿Sabe usted si tienen alcohol en allí? ¿Me puede decir el número del servicio de taxi, por favor? Me pregunto cuánto española Voy a tener que hablar antes tu de convertirse en aburrido de mi ocupando todo su tiempo y dejar que me vaya en forma gratuita. Le doy unos treinta segundos."

The bouncer blinked; obviously his limited Spanish vocabulary didn't stretch that far.

"C'mon, man, hurry up!" Someone behind Oliver shouted, which started a long chain of complaints down the line.

Oliver looked at the line and then back at the bouncer, "Ellos no gusta mucho te."

The bouncer gave a silencing glare to the line, then shoved Oliver harshly towards Scott and Vincent, "You have five seconds to get inside, or I'll call the immigration deparment."

Oliver grinned, "Thanks, man. Keep up the great work. Best bouncer I've met." He shot finger guns at the mortified-looking bouncer, and then walked inside, Scott and Vincent following.

((Sorry. This isn't very good but I was really lacking in motivation so I just had to force this chapter out so that I can move onto the interesting stuff.))

**TRANSLATION FOR OLIVER'S SPANISH!**

The bouncer stopped him, "Twenty dollars or no entry."

Oliver blinked at him, his green eyes blank and distant, "Sorry, I do not understand what you're saying. Can you let me go with my friends, please?"  he pointed at Scott and Vincent, and then a shrugged helplessly.

The bouncer was not impressed, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Twenty dollars and go inside."

Oliver brightened up Instantly, "You speak Spanish? That's great! You speak very well, it sounds like a true Mexican! Do you take pesos? Do you know if they have alcohol in there? Can you tell me the number of service taxi, please? I wonder how much Spanish I'll have to talk before you become bored of my taking up all your time and let me go free. I give you thirty seconds. "