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IT'S THEIR FINAL NIGHT BEING ABLE TO DRINK BEFORE THEY CUT THEMSELVES OFF OF DRINKING.

None of them know that.

Yet.

These next couple of weeks consist of constantly training in the air, figuring out the perfect camera angles and if they were able to manage simultaneously acting and adjusting their shots, plus on the ground, where they'd work on their bodies more.

Yes, they'd been on lenient diets since training began, but now they were planning on cutting off the alcohol, which had become a constant way to shake their warm nerves off after being on the hot tarmac, and they all found themselves at the Falling Leaf frequently.

Too frequently.

So, as Glen and Taylor pick up the two trays after flashing thankful smiles to one Mama Mae, she tells him honestly, rather, blurts it out when they begin walking beside one another towards the table where everyone had sat down.

"You do know we can't keep up with the weekly drinks, right?"

Glen looks at her with worry on his face.

She'd caught him completely off guard, and at a complete random time.

They were literally getting drinks right this very moment.

"What?!" Taylor tries to hold back the snort that threatened to escape her at the way his word came out, stabling the tray in her hand as they navigate themselves through the bustling crowd.

"Yeah, man, we're gonna cut off on the liquor. Completely, might I add, we've been having too much fun.." Glen only groans in response, looking off to the side, muttering something about how he was Texan, and how giving up the spirit was practically a crime.

"Hey, man, come on, you think I wanna handle hungover actors on set? Plus, you guys need to look extra good for the montages." Taylor gives him a motherly look, and his face falls blank before he just agrees.

Montages do last forever.

And then, come the complaints.

"But I'm Texan! I can't cut off alcohol, because," He pauses in an attempt to convince her to do otherwise as they near the table and do not notice the several sets of eyes set on them.

Glen blurts out, face contorted in yearning, "Tequila, Tay, tequila!"

Taylor places the tray down and Glen follows, making her turn towards him with his hand on her forearm.

She looks down at his grip on her hand, before looking back up with raised brows.

Glen raises his hand in surrender, and Taylor tries to make him understand, "Dude. It's just a matter of three months, okay? Trust me when I say we'll get shit-faced drunk the very day we can do so."

Glen doesn't respond, with the exception of a dejected sigh, leaning his forehead on her shoulder, muttering something in sadness, and attempting to hide his pout.

"Hey, hey, what's he groaning on about?" Jay asks, grabbing his beer from the tray and handing off two to Lewis and Monica by his side.

The table remains silent, though conversations outside of them all seem to be lively.

Taylor tries to explain to them all, but Glen's jumping back from her, opening his mouth, pointing in her direction with raised brows and a yell, "Lor's making us cut off on alcohol!"

"Oh my god, Glen!" Taylor looks at him in exasperation.

He just gives her a jerk of his head to the side and crosses his hands as literally everyone by the table begins yelling in protest.

"What?!"

"How dare you!?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Aw, come on!"

"Hey! Come on, don't give me that shit, guys..." Taylor's words make them simmer down the tiniest bit, the Knights listen in silence as they suddenly find the floor interesting.

"Listen, even if it's just for a montage, and completely not for the sake of your safety against G's, which, trust me when I say, each and every one of us have to go through with this," And the groaning and moaning returns.

"You guys do wanna look your best, right? I mean, come on, this could be your big break. What's three months without some drinks?"

She knew it was probably a bad idea to bring them all to the Falling Leaf in the first instance, but they deserved to know what crazy shit the Red Knights would get themselves into almost eleven years ago. Besides, Mae was always happy to see them all together.

"All I'm gonna say is, montages last forever. The next time you think about cribbing, think about that."

That shuts them up.

Taylor gives them all a knowing look, before they nod at her in silence, accepting the cut-off.

"So, for right now.." Taylor uncrosses her hands, placing one by the waist as she picks up one of the Tennessee Whiskey shots, hoisting it up with a large grin on her face,  "Let's party!"

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IT SEEMS THE ADVICER TOOK THE ADVICE BETTER.

Taylor was, unfortunately, the most drunk of them all after the night's worth of activities at and around the bar.

Said activities may or may not have included singing a few songs together horribly, almost slapping the absolute shit out of a man who kept getting handsy with Monica, trying her best to stay away from Miles because she knew he was probably in love love with his girlfriend, so maybe she was jealous of him having someone to go home to, and the fact that she didn't have someone to call hers', more than simple jealousy at seeing how really infatuated he was with her.

She had a few doubts about that still, but that's a story for some other time-

"And, we're gonna hop on down to this step here- Okay, good!" Miles is slowly helping her down the what seemed to be 'confusing' steps down the porch of the bar, as Taylor called it right after stepping out of there.

His hand is around her waist, oh my god, her hand gripped by his over his shoulder, oh MY GOD, as he helps her level her feet before stepping towards where Glen stood before his car to drive them home.

She was the last one to leave, no, get pulled out of the bar. Mae had declared the no-more on everyone's quota.

Taylor stumbles the tiniest bit over her own foot, and Miles is quick to pull her back onto her feet, pulling her even closer to his side.

BUTTERFLIES, the voice in her mind goes, but her brain is too affected by the spirit she'd consumed to let her acknowledge any of the drunken, true, thoughts.

"But he's so cute, Miles! So cute!" Taylor is yelling in his ear almost the entire way to Glen's car.

Miles was stuck listening to her rant about how cute Goose was, when he slept, ate, cuddled, even pooped.

He tried holding his snorts back at the last cute quality of the pup, instead nodding her on and giving her a soft smile.

"Alright, I'll take her.." Glen catches Taylor's hands as they fall in his palm when Miles untangles himself from her, not before making her feel goosebumps and setting off an alarm in her mind, by placing a quick, yet, somehow lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Glenny!" Taylor exclaims, practically throwing her weight at the blonde who stumbles off guard, leaning against his car to stable himself before standing back up with her hugging him.

"Hey, Tay.." Glen chuckles, shaking his head down at her sleepy face, almost drooling on his shirt.

"Go home.. to Goosh..." She whispers, cheek pressed against the crook of his neck, eyes drooping down and almost sleeping.

"Yeah, Lori, let's get you home to Goose," Glen helps her get in the passenger seat, buckling her seat belt and trying his best not to break into laughter after seeing her fast asleep already.

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