TOUCH | F. Hargreeves

08

Beau and Klaus were known to drink together, even as young teens, sometimes found in Beau's room completely passed out or in the attic having themselves a very animated conversation. Five usually found them - looking for Beau and wanting to make sure he wasn't off trying to harm himself again - and had Luther carry Beau to the bathroom first where Five would turn the shower on the coldest setting and let it wash over Beau's intoxicated form. Five was the one to make sure Beau didn't choke on his own puke and Five was the one to make sure Beau was tucked in bed each night.

Beau, thinking he had miraculously found himself clean, changed and asleep in his bed, didn't think anything of it. Though he did frown when he would find Klaus unconscious beside his bed - almost standing on him multiple times - or left soaking wet in the bathtub down the hall. It was odd but Beau just assumed he had dragged a very drunken Klaus along with him.

So when Beau woke to freezing cold water falling over him as he lay in the bathtub, he wondered if he really was the one to look after himself when he went on those drunken benders. 

Blearily opening his eyes, Beau saw Five standing over him with furrowed eyebrows and a hand on the shower nob while Klaus came stumbling in, holding onto the wall. The next thing he knew, a body fell on top of him with a thud and Beau let out a surprised and pained groan.

"Klaus, you're gonna suffocate him!" Five yelled at the man now lying diagonally across Beau.

Klaus laughed, "You were the one trying to drown him!" He retorted loudly.

Beau, doing his best to get his arms out from under the weight on top of him, blinked rapidly, "Why are you two trying to kill me?" He uttered as he finally got control of his arms, resting them over Klaus' chest who lazily grinned.

Five scoffed, "I'm trying to sober you up. It's not my fault you two decided to get drunk at four in the morning." He mumbled, turning the shower off abruptly as he watched the pair with what they knew to be disappointment.

Beau hummed, "Never said it was." He sourly spoke and Klaus instantly agreed as he yelled suddenly causing another groan from Beau as he held his head. "Why so loud, man?"

Klaus looked down at him, "You just need another dose of medicine," He held out his hand to Five who was glaring down at them, "Where's the bourbon, my good Sir?"

Five smacked the hand away with what looked to be a good amount of force, "You two are not drinking anymore. I told you I needed your help with something."

Klaus whined as he held his hand to his chest, "So mean."

"Why would you need our help?" Beau asked, "We're a little busy, you see." The two laughed and it only made Five visibly angrier and Klaus was soon dragged from his legs to the bathroom floor. It was silent for a moment, Beau peering over the side of the bath to see the man laying on the floor before they began laughing hysterically. 

"Would you two shut up and get yourselves together!" Five yelled over their incessant giggling, stepping over Klaus to grab a much taller Beau from the tub, using all of his effort to tug him into a sitting position. "This is serious." Those green eyes pierced into Beau almost black ones, silently begging him to get his act together and do as he promised.

Beau sighed heavily, his head rolling to the side as he felt his weightless mind begin to focus little by little, "Fine." He conceded, pulling himself up and stumbling onto his feet, "Come on, Klaus, we have to be adults for a few hours." There was a loud groan and Beau left to head to his room, Five following close behind. "Rosie is not going to be happy."

Entering the room, the pair found the woman still laying on the bed, the blanket that Beau put over her now underneath her and her hair still perfectly straight. Rosie seemed to never move in her sleep and if she did her body remained stiff and her hair remained immaculate.