his inquiry about the food was just a buffer, uncertain on how to feel about being trapped in an enclosed space with noah.

his thoughts break as he shrinks to his side when noah decides to sit right beside him. "t-there's more space over there, you know?" he stammers. he was too near for his comfort, finding himself staring at him, unable to concentrate.

kyle watches him intently as he flips through the pages. he gets nervous, fidgety even, as he turns around and catch his eyes. quickly averting his gaze to the screen, he rubs the back of his neck.

"uh..." a title of a song he is familiar with flashes on the screen at an opportune time. the anxious expression shifts, if not to appear attentive. "there! it flashed on the screen! i guess i just haven't seen it on the book."

and then the list of songs displayed on the screen shifts.

"oh. looks like you're singing first."

the arm over his shoulder makes him shudder, freezing as confidence oozes out of noah. he was too much for him and kyle doesn't know if he can ever get used to it.

"please don't disappoint me-"

and then he sings.

kyle is unable to do anything but to listen to everything. his hand helplessly goes around noah's arms, trying to free himself, when the employee enters the room. he gives in after he sees how much noah has ordered. each tug noah makes doesn't meet an equivalent resistance as kyle tries to think what went in noah's mind.

when it ends and the employee exits the room after bringing everything, kyle opens his mouth. "why? you don't even look like the type of person to drink."

he breaks free from his grasp without waiting for an answer and takes a shot glass, drinking its contents in one gulp, and then slamming it at the table.

"i need more of this if you're going to sing more..."

he suddenly feels bad about what he just said. "i guess that's true..." he stops, stares at the shot glass in his hand, and then back to noah. "you look like the kind of person that needs protecting, but here you are."

clumsy, careless and easily distracted, he wonders why he decided being a bodyguard was a good career for him. kyle finds himself staring longer than intended, only jerking back to reality when noah offers him another shot.

"o-okay."

with a glass in hand, he clinks it against noah's. he downs the shot quick, feeling lightheaded as soon as he clears its content. his vision starts to blur, though he regains clarity when the sound of his shot glass slamming on the table wakes him up.

"you know what?" he takes the song book and quickly looks for one specific song in mind: songbird's latest single. he quickly selects it and takes the mic from noah.

"just because you asked, you get this." he clears his throat and sings.

his singing voice was husky, and the tone of his words were a few notes lower than the original song's was. it was composed though, and was less shout-y than noah's. singing along with eve did get him here, somehow.

kyle tried his best to concentrate on the song. he gets nervous with his touch, which was too much for his comfort. while it doesn't reflect to his singing, it does reflect in his fidgeting within his embrace.

the song ends and he suddenly hears noah's voice in his ears, reminded once again by the lack of space between them. he shudders with his words. kyle eyes the shot glass as noah explains before readily snatching one of them up and drinking another in one go.

"i haven't heard those rules before," he breaks mid sentence as he swipes his lips clean with his tongue, "but i'll humor you."

his hands start to shake as kyle starts to lose focus from his third shot. he manages to return the glass back to the table without much trouble though, before he offers the microphone to noah.

"at least choose a better song than the last one, okay?"

he grabs a tambourine this time, holding it with both his hands, as he anticipates the next song.

kyle moves in to take the fry, only to stare disappointingly when noah takes it back. the temptation to chase after it was there, though he has the self-control to just take his own.

he takes his own, grabbing one after the other, but stops from gorging himself with fries when noah finally starts to sing. he remains expectant, until he sings the first few lyrics of the song, prompting him to turn his head to him.

"it's party rock is."

kyle stares at noah afterwards, waiting for him to recognize the mistake and let that sink in. knowing him though, he probably wouldn't do anything about it.

"k-kanpai..."

he returns the toast and downs his shot. that makes it four.

"why does everything have to end up with me taking a shot?" he asks. he starts to glow red from the alcohol, though the shade is conveniently hidden among the colorful lights in the room.

as soon as he returns the glass on the table, he takes another. "you know what?" he downs another shot. "let me just take another one in advance cause i know you'll just ask me to take a shot anyways."

five.

kyle quickly slumps towards noah, his arm slinging around his shoulders. he leans forward and settles his mouth into the microphone, joining noah when he finally gets to the next line of the song.

"party rock is in the house tonight!" he shouts.