WHO: Alex Summers, Josh Foley and eventually Bobby Drake. WHEN: Foredated to tonight! WHERE: Virginia Beach, literally the beach and surrounding areas. WHAT: LET'S GET ARRESTED! No really.
Where. The Hell. Was Bobby?
That was the question of the night. Bobby had disappeared some time ago leaving Alex and Josh -- gasp! -- alone. It was like missing an arm. A really weird mutant third arm, but an arm nonetheless. But it seemed like unstoppable force was preventing them from actually finding Bobby. Everytime they would remember that their counterpart of the bromance trifecta was missing, Alex would get distracted -- by Lorna. By Scott. By the bathroom. By that really stupid ugly statue in the middle of Virginia Beach. Damn why anyone would want that on display was just twenty different kinds of wrong.
Oh, right. Where was Bobby?
As the day wore on into the night, Alex continually got distracted, the Iceman slipped in and out of his mind's forefront. Eventually, when the rooms had to split up into their respective genders for pajama changing, Alex was left with Josh, and now covering for the still ABSENT Bobby. Where the fuck was Bobby? Girl obviously, but hello? Wasn't he macking on Rogue? Not the Alex approved of it because leech-my-powers-girl was cool and nerdy but as his AIM nick name for her said : DO NOT WANT TO TOUCH. Besides, was it too soon? There was that Remy business, and Bobby had tried to fill them on the tingling awkward vibes they were getting from Rogue and Tabby but he never finished. Where was Bobby to finish?
Luckily, during his forgetfulness of the youngest bro, Alex had befriended some undercover Spring Beakers who shared his warranted hate for the ugly statue. And then sympathized with his situation of chaperones with 'private schools' and gave him a whole bottle -- yes, my friends -- a whole bottle of vodka. Oh man, he had stashed it immediately so one-eye demon spawn couldn't swipe it. Thank God he wasn't a telepath. So when Alex had fully decided to search for Bobby, he made up some excuse to Scott that he surprisingly bought -- swimming at the indoor pool -- dragged Josh out of the room. Only to get distracted by none other than: girls.
Vodka shared, and now subsequently plastered, Alex and Josh put their best face forward and came back into the the room, to a very asleep Scott.
Stumbling over the suitcase, Alex spun around to turn to Josh, shushing him loudly. "Be quiet, you're going to wake Alex up."
Josh, still drunk but much more intelligent in his inebriated state grabbed onto Alex's arm for balance. "You're Alex, Alex."
"Oh, right okay."
Reaching the bed, Alex climbed in on all fours, face first into the pillow, and his rear end sticking straight up. He had almost passed out too if it wasn't for-- "WHERE'S BOBBY?!" Alex asked, bolting up in the bed. Josh came at Alex with a pillow, smothering him awkwardly to shut up.
Alex shushed Josh again, and pointed to Scott, as if Josh was the one going to wake him up. " ...where's Robert?" Alex tried again, quieter. Josh shrugged, and Alex grabbed his arm. Robert was gone! Oh dearest little young boy Robert of the Drake family. Where had he gone? Alex was on a Holmes worthy mission, yes. They wouldn't leave him dying on the beach. Salt water did not ice well.
But instead of leaving through the door they had magically managed to come through without waking Scott, Alex thought the best idea was to go over the balcony. Luckily for them, they were on the first floor, and the beach was merely a two foot drop. Any more than that and drunk!Josh would have had to be working overtime. Alex somehow managed to do a James Bond worthy dive roll across the floor to end up by the sliding glass door, holding his hand together like a gun. He waved Josh over, telling him to be quiet, but if Scott wasn't awake now -- the guy must have been dead. They'd laugh about this in the morning. If either remembered.
Out the door, and over the balcony, Alex had some amazing gracefulness while plastered, but it didn't last. He was distracted by the ocean and ran towards it jumping in for good measure. Before Josh could follow, Alex ran back towards him soaked, drunk, and grinning. "Nope, he's not in theeeeere."