Antonio yawned wide and loud enough to have a fly go into his mouth. He rolled off his couch and dragged himself over to his phone. There was a need. A need that was screaming to be satisfied. A need to hang out with his best friends, drink, and make nuisances of themselves. At least that's how he saw it.

The first one on his speed-dial was Francis. He had the phone numbers stored alphabetically. He would call Gilbert next. He pressed the Francis' number and waited for the line to pick up.

Francis was snoozing away in bed when the phone beside him rang. Scowling, he pulled the blankets over him and used all his mental willpower to make the ringing stop. The phone did not cease ringing, and he felt around for it, eventually finding it, and flipping it open without looking at who was calling.

"...Allô?" Francis muttered sleepily.

Antonio was caught yawning again when Francis answered the line. "Hola, Francis! Wanna go out tonight? We can meet at the usual hangout."

Francis blinked sleepily for a moment. "Hmm... Antonio?" Yawning, he sat up straighter. "A drink? Sure, why not. Well, I'll see you at around 7pm?"

"That time works for me then. See you later!" Antonio hung up the line and dialed Gilbert's number next.

Gilbert grumbles as he rolls over in bed to reach for his phone. With a groan he flips it open and holds it up to his ear. His voice sounds more like a drunken duck's, but it works.

"Eh? What?"

Antonio heard Gilbert's groggy voice and laughed. "Out drinking late last night? Hi, Gilbo! Wanna go out with me and Francis tonight?"

Gilbert glanced at his clock, his eyes still swimming a bit. He reached his hand out to bring the digital numbers closer to his face.

"Heh...sounds like breakfast." With an obvious grin in his voice, he responded. "Where to?"

Antonio as pleased with Gilbert's response. "We'll meet at the Ziggurat at 7PM. We'll drink, watch girls, drink some more, watch more girls, and maybe drink." He laughed at his own joke. "See ya there!"

Seven o'clock approached quickly and Antonio was waiting outside and across the street for his two friends.

Gilbert arrived a short while after Antonio. Spotting the dark-haired man, the albino headed straight in his direction--until he saw a woman in a very short skirt walk by. He stopped in his tracks, but resisted the urge to follow. Instead, he turned back to his friend.

With a crooked grin plastered to his face he nearly cooed. "Gonna be a good night. I can tell."

Francis smiled flirtatiously at a pretty red head that walked passed him as he headed towards the pub. The girl winked backed at him and he laughed, before remembering that he should be meeting with his friends. Sparing her a last glance and mimicking a kiss towards her, he picked up his pace, and spotting the mop of bright silver hair headed towards it.

"Antonio! Gilbert!" Francis called out to them.

Antonio heard Gilbert's voice and seconds later, Francis' voice. He turned around and walked up to them. "Buenas noches, guys! You're both on time!" He looked behind his friend at the departing girl. "Did you see that fine young lady? He looked ready to be devoured." He put his hands on his friends' shoulders and steered them to the front entrance of the bar. "A lot of drinks are waiting inside for us, gentlemen. Let's partake of those drinks."

Gilbert allowed his friend to steer him to the entrance as he watched yet another lady walk by with an even shorter skirt--if that were even physically possible. He eyed her from the ankles up and startled at the youth on her face.

"Good God. She can't be legal." He laughed it off and turned his attention back to what was important: beer and friends. "Men, I may be in jail this time tomorrow."

Antonio looked in the direction that Gilbert was looking and noticed the ... girl. If that skirt went any higher, she'd be wearing it as a thong. Or maybe there was nothing underneath. "Gilbo, just for looking at her, we could all wind up in jail. She does look like jailbait." He stopped and bent at the waist to get a better look at her assets.

Jumping out of the taxi, Sadiq grabbed his mobile and scrolled down till his saw Antonio's number. Pressing dial, he hoped he could catch him and see if he was up for night out. He was in need of a drink but drinking alone wasn't as fun as drinking with friends.