Theo And Reed's Unfortunate Homecoming

Chapter Eight

Theo knew he should not have had that first whiskey. Or the next one. Or the one after that. From that point on it just became one really big alcohol enflamed blur. But he felt more relaxed. Just really relaxed. He felt like he could climb mountains. Who the hell they calling frail? He ain't frail. He was a man. He could have helped his parents. He could have saved his father. She had no right not telling him.

Suddenly he was having issues staying on his bar stool. In fact the whole bar seemed to be spinning a lot. Yeah. He grinned madly and gripped hold of the counter as he eased himself up on his feet. He almost got off balance but caught himself in time. Then it happened again and he fell against a really big wall.

A really big wall masquerading as an enormous smelly snarling man.

" Watch where you damn well going! ," he snapped tersely at the wall which squinted back at him.

The wall grumbled," You bumped into me, squirt. "

" Fuck you. My name is not Squirt. It's Thadore. No. Theo. Dore. Theodore. My name is Theodore. "

" That's not better than squirt. "

Theo braced himself on his feet , pushed back his glasses on his face and propped his hands on his hips. " Look. Thadora is a fine name. It's a tradition in my family. My father had it as his middle name. It's a good name. What is your name? Billy Bob Bubba Joe ?"

The wall looked confused. And a little amused. " Squirt , you need some coffee. Trixie Sue! Get little guy some hot coffee. "

" Thanks for the offer, pal, but he has coffee at home," they both heard from behind them. Theo and the wall both turned to see Reed looking like he wanted to shake , hug and laugh at him.
Behind Reed was Saint who was laughing so hard he was holding his sides.
Behind him was Darren who was daydreaming of a deserted island with no family. Just him and a six pack.

But Theo only had eyes for Reed. He somehow made it to him without falling down and jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around his man. Then he planted a whiskey scented kiss on his stunned lips.

Ryan came up to Saint, shook his head and said," Lil fella can not hold his liquor. "