I acknowledge that this wasn't the best piece I wrote, but I just started online school and it's definitely not the best schedule wise.

     This. Is. Ridiculous.

     Who knew this day would come?!

     A double date, and seeing his idol with… him.

     They were all sat together on the dining room table, each couple sitting side by side, opposites sitting across. Error sent daggers over to Template and Template glanced away, staring at Ink who had his hands were cupped over the table and who was completely oblivious of any tension.

     “Sooooooo… Where are we going to go?” Ink asked the group. “I thought we could go to Outertale maybe? Me and Error love going there to just hang around and talk and I heard you found the universe just as-”

     “No,” Template immediately answered, not caring how harsh it sounded. “It’s very chilly over there and… Not really in the mood for it…” Template murmured under his breath, trying to give a pleasant smile despite the unbearable urge to keep his gaze away from him as well. Ink smiled and nodded in understanding. “How about watching a universe instead, there’s this one universe I think is very enticing is just like watching a movie! I’m certain you have seen Undernovela?” Both Ink and Error perk up.

     “Yeah, Error loves watching that universe! We can go make some popcorn and-”

     “No.” Ink looked over at Error and gave him a quizzical glance. “I’m am not going to do something I enjoy with a lunatic.” Ink huffed at him.

     “Don’t say that! You have to at least get out of earshot!” Pale, who was still as happy as anyone could be, piped up with a sweet little idea that he assumed everyone would agree to.

     “Let’s just go out and just go out for a drink!” All of them looked over at Pale, who was way too smiley and confident for just spewing such an idea. Template hesitated with an odd look on his face.

     “Pale, I know how you are with alcohol, I don’t thi-”

     “Sure, at least then something fun might actually happen with these clones,” Error shrugged, a small smirk showing his yellow teeth as he leaned back against the chair he sat. Ink nodded with some sort of agreement.

     “Yeah, I don’t think a drink or two could be a bit exciting and a great way to loosen things up a bit. Now come on, let’s get going!” Before Template could do anything to object, they all got up and left the house almost immediately.

     An hour had passed; only sixty minutes, three-thousand six hundred seconds. And everything went to shit.

     Things between Error and Ink were getting hot and heavy, the artist sat upon the destroyer’s lap while he pressed up against his chest and leaned close to his lips. They were both shitface drunk, hands slid under any layer of clothes that dared to separate the two from something more intimate. Delicate fingers trailed up Error’s spine, bold ones gripping on tattooed ribs, and in the background was Template bawling his eyes out at the scene while Pale was beside him tipsier than a top spinner losing its momentum.

     “I can’t, I just can’t,” Template sobbed out, placing his face in his hands. “I try so hard to face  my problems and face them head-on, but this, this.” Template wiped the many tears on his face and grabbing his shot, tipping his head back and let the liquid burn his throat as he let it slip down. He slammed the empty shot glass, barely grabbing a very happy Pale’s attention. “I know that when I’m looking up at them, I would see someone else. But… But I only see myself! I see myself in someone I hate and do everything and anything to separate myself from! And he’s seducing Ink in front of me! My idol, my role model, the person who I strive to be only to be looking at him with bedroom eyes! I just… why? Why does the world hate me?” he ranted and sobbed with a passion, Pale leaned up close up against him with a drink in hand before placing kisses on the side of his skull. Template snatched Pale’s drink and swigged it.

     Pale glanced over at the rowdy couple, seeing his boyfriend’s look-alike take a drink and pour it in his mouth. Both him and Ink smirked at each other before their lips locked, a drink tinted brown steaming down their chins as they both shared a drink and a kiss. He looked back over at Template who was still an emotional intoxicated mess. And in his drunken stupor, he decided that the best course of action was to beet the crap out of Error!

     To cut the whole altercation short; the bar had been destroyed with no structure left to support itself, Error and Pale were pretty bruised up, Template was completely ashamed and embarrassed even with Ink not giving two shits about this, and everyone woke up with the wrong partners and a nasty hangover not remembering a single thing.