Ross You're What?!

Hungover

Jin POV

"Brain... feels... dead..." Adam groaned rubbing his temple laying on the ground like he was dying dramatically I closed the fridge door rolling my eyes. Adam, Barney, Red, and TimTim all were sprawled out in random places in the living room, they all winced as the sound of the sound of the refrigerator door closing.

"Good" I said popping the lid off an ibuprofen container and shaking out a few of the orange pills, I heard Barney grunt presumably when Red shifted his body to get more comfortable. TimTim was groaning halfway on the couch with KP sleeping on his head, flicking his nose with her tail.

"Why would wish to inflict pain upon us?" Red mumbled barley awake as Barney rubbed his back, I rolled my eyes again and placed a small bowl of mushed sweet potatoes in front of Mason who took to painting his tray with them right away.

"Because you all got drunk last night, so wasted that Ross had to carry three of you while me and Max had to carry TimTim's big wasted carcass home" I said balancing four cans of ginger ale on my arm, slowly walking out into the living room making sure not to step on any soul killers, A.K.A Legos.

"I'm sorry but I had to defend my title" TimTim whined taking the ginger ale I handed him trying to drink it upside down most of the contents poured onto his face missing his mouth completely. I wanted to laugh but it was just sad at this point. Four fully grown men reduced to incoherent blobs that have an IQ lower that Matthew's.

"And I didn't know I was trying to threaten his title, I was just celebrating a ship sailing" Adam said siting up before drinking his ginger ale with the ibuprofen, I patted his back briefly before I full out Gibbs smacked him. He grunted and plopped back down on the floor his spine popping several times.

"You're lucky Max and Ross even helped drag you guys home, they did have a flight that they could have missed this morning" I said placing two ginger ale's on the coffee tabled next to Barney and the sleeping Red. They really are an adorable ship, an adorable couple.

"I thought that was next week" Adam said rolling over only making it halfway before he gave up and just stayed on his side, I half expected him to say paint me like one of your French girls. Pregnant men love their sob love stories okay, I practically memorized six renditions of Romeo and Juliet.

"And I thought you could hold your liquor, we both were mistaken" I snapped making them all wince in sync, almost like it was a new dance fad. Apparently they didn't think so as they all groaned like a weird chorus of men that were hung over horribly.

"Turns down the volumes Jins" Barney said from underneath of Red, who nodded sluggishly in agreement. I felt my shoulders twitch, apparently from what everybody told me that's a nervous twitch that I have when I go over protective mode.

"You turn down the alcohol consumption next time or I'll let Ross get to you next time" I threatened walking back to the kitchen ready to let Milton and Rascel run all over them. You don't make me, Max, Cory, Alesa and Ross panic about where your drunken asses are without consequences.  I heard Adam wince so voiletly he hit his knee on the couch .

"Why does everybody get threatened with Ross?" Adam asked rubbing his knee that was forming a large ugly bruise. I felt a moment of confusion, why did we threaten each other when we did something stupid with Ross?

"Because he's the only one that could make us all spontaneously combust into tears at the drop of a hat." TimTim offered from his soda soaked corner, KP was licking his face. I rubbed my face, why did TimTim have to be so right about it? That was exactly why, and goddamn it I wish I could say that Ross couldn't, to hold all that delicate information inside him all the time, that has to be hard.

"For a bunch of wasted teenagers you guys are surprisingly coherent" I said grabbing a wet wash cloth and wiping Mason down, he made a beautiful sunrise consisting of orange, orange, orange, a hint of orange, and what color is that? Oh right.

Orange.

"I am of legal age to be hungover that you very much" Adam called from the living room, I rolled my eyes and Mason had the brilliant idea to pick up the nearly empty bowl of mashed sweet potato and dump the chunky mush in my fabulous hair. I had a feeling he would take after his father, why did he and Matt have to be so cute together I don't want him to rub off on her. She's so innocent and naïve its almost sad, to have the same simple thoughts of food going through her head all the time must get tiring.

"Your son thinks he's very funny" I yelled making TimTim wince so badly he fell of the couch, I saw Adam army crawl so he could see into the kitchen. He looked at Mason then at me, Mason, me, Mason, me, Mason, potato, tomato, cat, dog, mushed, chunky, food, water, Redney, Mithross, Septiplier, Merome. Sorry got carried away there. Adam then proceeded to laugh, then wince, then laugh again.

"I think so too" He yelled back his face red from laughing, I rolled my eyes and picked Mason up he clapped his hands happily making gurgling noises. I ruffled up his rapidly growing dark brown hair, he lightly smacked me in the face with his sweet potato covered hands.

"I'm taking a shower, and then I'm going to give Mason a bath" I yelled Barney winced so violently he and Red fell off the couch in a surprisingly comfortable looking heap, they didn't even attempt to move from the pile I don't even think Red woke up.

"Just turns off the lights woulds yous?" Barney asked in the most kicked puppy voice I've ever heard in my entire life, Ross included. I sighed and flicked the light switch engulfing them in darkness, I rolled my eyes and carried Mason up the stairs.

This is going to be a fun week.