Our Secret Dream 2

Drunken Boys

Quinn and I have been back in the house for less than ten minutes and we are already starting to regret the decision. It's like we have entered a portal and been taken to a different world. From the relaxing, beautiful girl funday we have been transported into a universe where our men have decided to go nuts and act like lunatics. I'm not judging them if anything I am finding it hilarious the only thing is both Quinn and I are tired and just want to go to bed but that's not going to happen for a while. We have to get the boys to bed. Wish us luck.

In all seriousness though,  How on earth did the boys managed to drink so much in the space of 7 hours. By the looks of the empty bows they have emptied over two crates of Truly's and 4 bottles of Malibu/Vodka? We knew they would be drunk from their Insta posts but we couldn't have been prepared for this. I don't think I have ever seen the boys this drunk before.

To give you an idea of just how chaotic things started when we got home, we hadn't even made it fully through the front door when we saw Tristan running through the house starkers. The only thing covering his junk was his boxers and even those seemed to be slipping off his hips. Not to mention the fact that someone probably Dom or Bryan must have given him a wedgie. The back of his boxers had been pulled high and tight around his ass crack, his ass nearly swallowing the material of his boxers. To be honest if it wasn't for that his boxers would be off on the floor also. I have never been more thankful for a wedgie. I do not want to see anyone's junk in this house. Okay that's a lie, I don't want to see anyone else's junk other than Bryan's.

We walk around the house until we stumble across Dom who was the only semi-sober one left out of the boys. So he helped us catch Tristan and then get him dressed and put him to bed. From his rowdy behaviour there was no way in hell Quinn and I were going to try and get him dressed. Tristan obviously put up a fight about getting dressed and being told he had to go to bed instead of drinking anymore alcohol but he soon stopped when I threaten to bite him and call Mel.

As for the duo Chryler, they are even more infuriating when drunk. They literally take on new roles like alter egos. At the moment Tyler and Chris are acting like Bonnie and Clyde. Both of them thinking they have now become invincible and are above all rules.

Tyler is standing on the kitchen island with a half empty bottle of vodka in his hand taking large gulps straight from the bottle every couple of minutes. He's that drunk he's not even flinching or pulling a face when he drinks. Should I be concerned or impressed right now? The music is plying loud around us and Tyler has just started to grind his hips against the air. I shake my head as I watch him live in this moment and not giving too hoots who is watching.

I'm not sure what he is trying to scream or sing but whatever he is doing he is screaming some lyrics in sync with the music that's playing. I ignore him for a moment whilst I give him a careful once over checking for any injuries. He's not injured from the looks of things but he has for sure been sick at some point today. I'm pretty sure he has already been sick at least once tonight as his shirt is a mess and his hair looks like it's been dragged through a bush backwards. I snap a picture quickly to use as leverage at a later date.