Who: Kyle and Jonas What: Drunken tomfoolery after the Yankees win When: May 17th, 10 pm Where: Manhattan Rating: R for drinking and language
Jonas was so glad that he planned this trip for them. Neither of them had foreseen that their significant other was leaving the island, and really, it stung more than either of them cared to admit. Kyle was a mess without Spencer, and while Jonas could pick her up some at the island, it was too hard to be there. He knew how tough it was. True, he wasn't exactly dating Zoe, but the two of them had been going at it for... quite a while. He was getting in pretty serious and ever since he had turned thirty, he was thinking about his life. He could have pictured Zoe sitting in pretty comfortable... but no more daydreaming about that. She was gone, Spencer was gone, and Kyle and Jonas were left picking up the pieces.
Lucky for them that Jonas had planned this trip out. Everything was set, from the second they took off to the minute they got to Yankee stadium. Kyle seemed to be having the time of her life - and he wasn't sure if it was the excess of alcohol or the good company or just being away from stupid Seychelles... but it was good. He was feeling so much better too. America was great and he really didn't realize how much he missed it until just now. There was good beer, friendly people (okay, well maybe not that friendly, but better than guests), baseball galore, and shit, there was hot dogs. Jonas had never been so thrilled to bite down into a hot dog in his life, and as he indulged in the countless beers and greasy, disgusting baseball food he felt so much better about everything. It really was the small things that mattered.
The game got intense and left the two of them screaming into the stadium - and then the fucking Yankees won. Jonas screamed and threw his popcorn, but it was all in good fun. He laughed about it and knew that even if the Yankees won, there was another game the next day, and the Red Sox could get them back. But it put a huge ass smile on Kyle's face and that's what mattered. The two of them left the stadium and took a cab back to where they were staying, before going back out and hitting the town.
Jonas dragged her into a small hole in the wall sports bar, happily drunk from the game, and feeling quite good about himself. He led her to the bar with a big grin on his face. "So, tits, what do you want to drink? Should we go shot for shot?" he teased, smirking at her. He knew that he was already drunk, and he knew that he probably shouldn't do a shitload of shots and get black-out drunk, but oh well. It was a vacation and hell, he was going to have some well deserved fun.