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Pop music blared from the high priced stereo system in the living room. On any other day, Danny would have flinched as his overly sensitive ears picked up the sound of the base reverbrating off the walls and the excited shouts of the students crowding into the large house. But tonight was different. Tonight, with the lack of ghost activity he, Sam and Tucker were in a hyper mood with energy to spare.

There was word of a party going on and what better way for some bored ghost huntering teenagers to blow off steam than to crash a party they weren't even invited to. Sam whooped excitedly as a song she liked turned on, her fist pump almost knocking the drink right out of Tuckers hands. The two teenagers looked at each other with knowing grins as they watched their female friend sway to the melody.

Contrary to popular belief, while Sam was not excited or even remotely interested in most things, give her a good tune and a dance floor and the black clad goth would dominate the dance floor as much as she does enviromental debates.

Avioding bumping into anyone too bad the two boys made their way to Sam, she wrapped her arms around their necks with a wicked grin.

"I got to say, I think this was my best idea yet!" she shouted over the loud beat as students of varying grades danced around them.

"I think you're punch drunk happy Sam!" Tucker jibbed.

"Maybe I am, I'm pretty sure to punch was drunk before I got a hold of it; got a problem with that?" she barked happily.

"Got to be honest, when you bust out a move it kinda scares me." Tucker shrugged as Danny snickered.

"Any idea whose house this is again?" Danny spoke up and lead them to a mostly unused couch. Sam kicked of the couple that had been glued to each other off and told them to get a room before the trio fell onto in in one big pile.

"Dunno, does it matter, we shouldn't even be here in the first place. Not really our usual cup of tea, ya know?." Tucker sipped the punch in his plastic cup before making a face. Danny raised a brow.

"Someone definatly gave the punch too much to drink...I thought that only happened in movies." Tucker pushed the drink into the halfa's hands. He shrugged before taking his own sip of the fruity drink before quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, it doesn't taste that bad." he commented before the drink was taken from his own hands and into Sams'.

"You know, your system would probably burn through the alcohol so fast you wouldn't even get drunk." Sam sipped the spiked punch. Danny took a moment to contemplate that with a tilt of his head.

The three passed along the cup of punch as the songs changed and teenagers danced. At one point, three half naked guys from the football team ran past them holding what looked to be someones autographed football. Dash ran by shortly after and the trio snickered at the jocks.

Eventually, the cup of punch was finished off and it was coming close to midnight. The crowed home was a lot less rowdy and Paulina came in with Dash at her arm. He finally noted the fact that the three loseres were in his house and he frowned, displeased. Amused, Danny waggled his fingers in greetings.

The blond jock took a step and opened his mouth to shout something rude at the giddy trio, but Paulina beat him to it.

"Hey! Who wants to play spine the bottle with Dash and me?" Paulina called out with a half drunk grin as she lead the quarterback into his trashed living room.

"Sure, why not." Kwan peer over the coffee table from where he and some dark skined girl, who Danny recalled whose name was Rebecca, where they were laying down watching TV. A few others nodded their concent. Danny wasn't too sure and was thinking of just watching the left over party goers have at it when Tucker jabbed his ribs and gave him a troublemaking grin. Danny, not one to be left out of the trouble Tucker could stir, grinned back. They both glanced at Sam, like children asking for permission to reak havvok. The goth girl raised her brow and crossed her legs in the skinny jeans with little studs running up the sides of her outer leg.

"Why the hell not, we're already here." she nodded. The trio stood to join the rest of their classmates in the circle on the floor.

"How did you even get into my house Fenton?" Dash furrowed his brow in annoyance. Danny smirked.

"I used the door, duh. So, who goes first"

"Oh, I will! It was my idea after all." Paulina squealed, Sam rolled her eyes. "So, who ever it lands on you have to kiss, no eceptions." the hispanic teenager said cheerfully and grasped the empty beer bottle that probably belonged to someone from the party before the buzzed cheerleader got a hold of it. She flicked her wrist and the bottle went spinning. A few boys amongst them in the circle leaned in close as if that would help the bottle stop at them. Danny was in the middle of making a snide remark to Sam when from beside him Tucker started smacking his arm.

Danny turned an annoyed glowwer over to his best friend. Tucker made a garbled noise as he grasped Danny's arm in a vise-like grip. Danny peered down to see the bottle pointed at Tuck. Danny gave a shmarmy grin and raised his brow. Tucker's eyes wavered from him to Paulina whose lips twitched impatiently.

"Dude, just go for it." Danny whispered, Sam made a face at them while Tucker just sort of grimaced before letting go of his friend to wave over the dark skinned girl who rolled her eyes. They leaned into each other as the the teenagers in the circled ooh'd and awed.

"Why do I think this will-uugimph!" Tucker's nervous chuckle was interrupted by Paulina snatching him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to her level.

Tucker waved his hands around numbly before they settled of either side of the girls' face.

They pulled back with an audible sound, Tucker, blushing up a storm and Paulina oddly glassy eyed and quiet.

The game continued after that, Sam had been roped into kissing both Kwan, Paulina, and Dash at one point. She now nursed a bottle of mouthwash curtesy of Dash's downstairs bathroom. Danny had the misfortune of getting his face attacked by the Rebecca girl. Kwan took pity on the skinny boy and pulled her off him while Danny wipped away he saliva around his mouth. He was pretty sure Paulina had mentioned nothing about the use of tongue. There was one other girl who got him as a kissing partner and one dude. It was a bit awkward and Dash had the nerve to throw in some unnecessary gay jokes.

Dash, as is customary for all arrogant jocks of his ilk, grinned triumphantly after every kiss and boasted how amazing it must feel to kiss him. Sam begged to differ.

It was Danny's turn again and it landed on Sam. The two looked at each other with an amused expression.

"Fake out make out?" Danny waggled his eyebrows.

"Yup!" Sam poked fun at the questionable stares the others that weren't Tucker were giving them. The two friends leaned over in front of Tucker, who at this point just rolled his eyes. Danny cupped Sam's face with a crooked grin before their lips connected in a familiar way. Sam smiled into the kiss, her own hands gripping the colar of his shirt until the two decided that was as good a show as any an parted ways.

They settled back into their seats as the rest of the group gave them weird stares.

"Why do I get the feeling that happens more times than just now?" Kwan spoke up. Dash crossed his arms and muttered something about losers getting more lip than him.

Sam snickered, while Danny just shrugged.

"Probably since we've gotten ourselves out of more trouble than not when these two pretend to be a couple locked in a passionate embrace in the middle of the street." Tucker pointed out.

"It was one time!" Danny chided. Someone tried to ask about it, they were shot down.

"That's like, kinda weird don't you think?" Paulina muttered. "Are you two dating yet?"

"Nah, we know how to not make kissing weird is all." Danny shrugged again.

"Being good at it helps." Sam shot back with a smirk. Paulina blinked through her tipsy mind.

"Good kisser? Who you?" she squinted her eyes at the goth, who in turn shook her head and pointed towards Danny. The blue eyed dork blushed a little and scratched the back of his neck.

"I am?" The clueless boy blinked the same time Dash and a few others asked "He is?"

"I don't believe it." Dash sneered. "A loser, better at kissing than me? Yeah right!"

A few girls who had kissed Danny during this little game cast each other interesting glances.

"He's not the one thats making me drink the mouth wash." Sam raised her brow. "If your so confident in your skills why not try it out now?"

"Wait, are we still taking about kissing me?" Danny looked between Dash and Sam before scooting a tad outside of the circle. He wasn't sure, but this may not end well for him.

"Maybe I will, Fenton, get over here!" Dash made grabby hands towards the dark haired boy who looked at him incredulously. Danny shook his head, he was far too sober to deal with this right now.

Paulina grinned and clapped her hands excitedly as the other girls looked at Danny expectantly.

"Oh, oh, I want to see this!" the Hispanic queen bee giggled with Rebecca whose cheeks were a curious shade of pink. She leaned over close to Paulina to whisper something. Whatever it was, made the girls giggle together as they stared up at Danny who was started to edge a little farther from his place in the circle and Dash.

"Uhh, don't I get a say in this?" he squeaked.

"Danny, when have you ever?" Tucker gave his friend a dull look before patting him on the shoulder heavily. "Just get it over with and I'll hand you Sam's mouth wash."

With that, Tucker shoved Danny into Dash's grabby hands, they gripped his collar as Danny sent a withering glare towards Tuck.

"You traitor yo-Mmph!?" Dash crashed his lips roughly into Danny's. It was painful enough to hurt his teeth. Bringing his own hands to latch themselves onto Dash's upper arms Danny rolled his eyes and moved his head to the side so their lips touched in a more comfortable way.

Off to the side, Sam and Tucker had burst out into a fit of laughter while Paulina and Rebecca had taken to squealing like little girls with a new toy. Danny wasn't sure how Kwan was taking this, but he would remind himself to apologize to the jock for any lasting damage seeing his best friend kissing another dude might cause.

Danny pulled away after a time and was about to say something when Dash, the blond moron, pulled him back for more and adding a tongue down his throat for good measure. The jock tasted like the spiked punch and he had to wonder how much the jerk actually had to actually be doing this right now. Danny made a strangled, surprised noise at the feeling of another tongue on his. The two more popular girls squealed louder as Danny decided to just get it over with and tangled his own tongue with Dash's in a sloppy French kiss that had the jocks tight grasp on his shirt waver before moving up to his face. His hands were hot and calloused and warmed Danny's cheeks that were normally so cool to the touch. Danny's own fingers buried into Dash's arms and pulled the jock's face closer, lips locked in a heated, open mouthed kiss. The halfa's tongue forced it's way into Dash's mouth this time and a part of him, the more competitive side, couldn't help the inner smirk as he felt his partner in this little game shiver as his tongue ran over the blond's in a suddenly slow, teasing way.

There were a few cat calls from some of the players and someone commented about why they needed a bottle at all if this is what was going to happen in the first place. He could heat Star gasp about seeing Danny nip at Dash's swollen lower lip before they got an eyeful of the dark haired boy's tongue sliding its way back into Dash's mouth and back to business. The jocks shoulder's hitched then just as an unrestrained moan escaped Dash's trapped mouth. Danny wasn't sure, but more than one person was blushing, he would bet on it.

Thinking this was enough, and senses coming back to him, Danny shoved Dash away for him to land on his back side, dazed and flushed with a string of spit at the corner of his mouth. Danny, who still stood on his knees, made an unconscious action in darting out his tongue to lick his lips and wiping the residual saliva from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Someone shifted a jacket over their lap. Dash watched in apt attention, his adam's apple moving to his nervous gulp.

Dash gapped like a fish as Danny cleared his throat, straightened out his shirt and sat back down like nothing happened.

"H-holy shit..." Dash stuttered. Through the silence the group could hear someone whisper 'When can I try that!'.

The decidedly adorably flustered blush all the way to Danny's ears was ignored by said boy as he turned to Tucker and Sam and held out a hand.

"Mouth wash, please..." He pleaded in a nervously high voice.