The Carsons

Chapter 1

Axel was tired of stupid exes. 

"Woah. Woah. Slow down, baby. We don't need you puking in the bathroom tonight. That's my thing."

The brunette on Axel's lap giggled and went back to her drink. He absent-mindedly stroked her hair as she prattled on about some new dress store she'd found. He glanced around the club and caught the eye of a guy in a purple shirt in one of the booths. Axel winked at him and turned back to, Bethany was it? Does it matter? He excused himself from underneath her and strutted over to the booth.

"Hey, handsome." He smirked as the man chuckled. He ran his hand through his short blonde hair in the way Damon said was "incredibly sexy".

"Oh, sorry, I'm here with my partner." Axel's eyes flashed downwards in defeat and he shot the man's friends a quick grin before backing off. He heads back to the table his best friend Damon is laughing with his wife Courtney.

"So I take it that went well." Axel glared at Damon who laughed even harder. 

"I'm sure you'll get 'em next time." Courtney's sympathetic gaze barely covering up the laughter in her eyes. 

"You're the worst friends ever. I'm never inviting you again." His feigned anger made Courtney raise an eyebrow at him. She and Damon had been married for over five years and were probably the most in-love people Axel had ever meet. Axel, on the other hand, was single going on two years. The whole "no sex" thing seemed to be such a turn-off for people. 

"You love us." Damon smiled at him and wrapped an arm around Courtney.

"I love something, you, however-" Axel mumbled.

"Wow, someone's grumpy. Let's get you home before you try beating up a light pole again." Damon came over to Axel's side of the table and hoisted him up. Courtney left a twenty-dollar bill on the table, gathered up her things, and followed the boys out of the club. 

"He deserved it. He was looking at me funny." Damon shook his head and gave the valet their car ticket. Axel shook Damon off and tried to chat up the ticket booth guy. The guy looked really uncomfortable until Damon dragged Axel away from him. Turns out "you look like a butterfly" isn't a good conversation starter. 

Damon took the keys from the valet and shoved Axel in the back seat. On the drive home, Axel almost threw up twice and then drifted off to sleep. 

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Doman stopped the car and looked back at his friend. Poor guy. Good luck at the office tomorrow. Damon shook his head and smiled. Axel had a remarkable talent for getting over hangovers overnight. 

"Stay here, I'll be right back." He kissed Courtney on the cheek and got out of the car. Had he not caught him, Axel would have fallen when Damon opened the door. Axel startled awake and seemed to be a lot soberer than at the club. He stumbled to the door of his apartment complex and started to fumble with his keys.

"Okay, buddy. Let me do that." Damon unlocked the door, guided his friend to the elevator, and hit the "P" button. The elevator shot up and opened at Axel's penthouse apartment. Fortunately, his bed was on the first floor and Axel collapsed, clothes and all. 

Damon turned to go but not before Axel mumbled, "Do you think I'm sexy?" Damon chuckled, "You're the sexiest." 

On the way back down, Damon mulled over the events of the day. How did we end up here from celebrating a case? I'm never allowing him to have his phone when he's drunk. Ex's Instagrams should be forbidden.

"He okay?" Courtney asked when he got back into their car.

"He'll have an awful headache tomorrow, but he's fine." Damon turned out of the building's parking lot and headed back home.