Your shoulders

Rolling

Jack finally worked up the energy to drag himself from the couch at around 7:00 pm to get ready for drinks tonight with Lola.

By that time Eric had been knocked out on the couch for 45 minutes and showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. He assumed Eric would be in good hands while he was gone as Shawn agreed to stay home, so long as he get to invite Cory over.

"Uh.. yeah thats fine? Just don't wake the baby" Jack whispered, nodding his head towards Eric.

Shawn smirked at the comment.

He made his way into the bathroom, turning the water to the highest temp, before pushing the drain shut. He didn't usually take baths but the shower head in the bathroom was busted so seeing as he had no other choice, he steadily lowered himself into the near boiling water. He let out a hiss at the sweltering heat but eventually went lax. He got to work lathering thick suds into his hair and letting it sit while he succumbed to a deep placidity.

It was nice - really nice.

But eventually the steam thickened the air; stifling his lungs, and the water started to make him feel feverish, his fingers and toes pruned, and it just wasn't comfortable by the time he had to actually start cleaning himself up. He sunk lower into the water barely keeping just his eyes above like a crocodile. He let the bubbles slip out his hair and meet the water before he scrubbed his face and body down.

He arose from the tub once he was all rinsed off and pulled the plug on his way out.

He slid his jeans on, buttoned up his blue collared shirt, and pulled his arms through a jean jacket, before throwing his socks and shoes on. He walked out into the living room, checking to clock that hung on the wall next to the door. He had a solid thirty minutes to kill in front of the tv so he sat on the floor next to Shawn's recliner.

"Why'd you let Eric drink that much?" He asked maintaining eye contact with the screen ahead. "Huh?" Jack heard him the first time but needed further context.

"I mean he couldn't even walk by himself the next day." Shawn enunciated the last part in disbelief of how intense his 'hangover' was.

He looked over at his older brother to see his face red; bashful.

"I mean I'm not judging you-" "nah nah It's just that.." Shawn waited curiously for him to spill it, now turned over in the recliner facing Jack, his back to the tv for the first time that day. "Its- uGH. He wasn't drinking.. I just found him like that in the bedroom."

Shawn didn't know his 'explanation' would only raise more questions and also.. just not be an explanation? Like at all. His eyebrow raised as he tilted his head to the side, a truly perplexed expression was drawn out with his features.

"Bedroom.. Bedroom where? I thought something must've happened to car car and you like- walked to the bus stop I picked you up at what bedroom?"

Jack scoffed like the story would possibly bore Shawn in hopes that he'd buy it. "I'll spare you the details" he waved off "uh- please don't?" Shawn said, concern and confusion growing. Jack sputtered "I don't even know where to start" his brother encouraged him to just dish it all out "just start."

Jack recalled the series of events between Shawn's constant questions and comments, conveniently leaving out all the mischief he was getting into; writing himself out to be the vigilante. "And then I found him in the van's bedroom, with a few girls swarming a very shirtless Eric. Ah-bup- it gets worse." Jack held a finger to Shawn, cutting him off before even a single noise could slip out.

"Now I'm going to get drinks with one of the girls. Hopefully she can help me figure out what they gave him and what they did. I just... I want to make sure he's gonna be okay." Shawn stared at him, mouth open.