[Kengkla x Techno] Unfinished Business (Love by Chance Fanfic)

Chapter 9 - Part 2

"Really, Ai' No," Type drawls from where he sprawls across the couch, injured foot wrapped and propped up on the coffee table.. "You're not going to drink...anything?"

"Come on, Ai' No," Champ slurs next to Type as he cracks open the lid on his fifth beer and takes a sip. "It's just beer. You don't have to babysit us."

"P'No....is being responsible," Good says from the floor where he has apparently decided to collapse after his first drink. He has a second in his hand but hasn't opened it, staring at it lazily.

"You talk more with some alcohol in you, Ai' Good," Type laughs. "But you do have a point I guess."

"P'No, drink with us!" Can wails, his voice cracking on emotion. He's on what Kengkla thinks is Can's fourth drink, but he's already very tipsy, sitting sideways in a chair with his legs propped up on the armrest.

Techno shoots them all an exasperated look from where he stands, cleaning up their beer bottles from the coffee table. He's holding a trash bag in one hand, rolling his eyes at Can. "I think at least one of you needs a baby sitter, " Techno mumbles to himself while shaking his head.

Kengkla's grinning, sitting between Type and Can on a chair Techno brought from the living room. Although he's working on his fourth beer, none of it has been alcohol. Once he realized Techno wasn't drinking --to his displeasure -- he came up with a plan. He picked out his drinks and emptied them in the kitchen when Techno was distracted. Kengkla replaced the beer with soda, but the bottles still smelt like alcohol. This way no one would know if he acted carefully.

He considers his bottle for a moment then takes a swig of it, holding the bottle in a loose grip to seem drunk then leans forward, stumbling purposefully until he has to catch himself on the coffee table. Techno's watching him with a concerned expression from where he leans down to pick up a bottle. "Ai' Kla," He gasps and reaches out to grip Kengkla's shoulder, pushing back on him gently to steady him.

"Are you okay?" Techno asks, mouth tensing on a frown. "I've never seen you act like this." He mumbles the last statement and steps back from Kengkla, shaking his head and turning back around to pick up the last bottle.

Kengkla stares at Techno's back and takes a breath, ready to respond, but someone beats him to it. "Ai' Kla is a lightweight," Technic lies as he walks into the living room with two beers and grinning at Kengkla. He 's never even seen Kengkla drunk. "That's why he doesn't drink."

Even though Kengkla didn't plan on telling his friend, Technic caught him dumping the beers when he came back to the house. But with a promise to pay him later, Technic became a co-conspirator, so it's likely the "beers" in his hands aren't beers at all.

"Ai' Nic, don't tell them," Kengkla slurs with a frown, pretending to be ashamed. Technic gives him another look at that, but Kengkla just ignores him, watching Techno turn to face his brother.

"Hey! Ai' Nic, don't be a brat," Techno scolds then marches over to Technic, ripping the beers away from his brother. "As your older brother...I'm cutting you off."

"P'No, I've only had two beers," Technic argues.

A rush of adrenaline shoots up Kengkla's spine at the threat of being caught. But Techno doesn't examine the bottles, just tosses them into the trash with the rest. He spares his brother a glance then pushes past him to the kitchen with the trash.

Once Techno is out of earshot, Champ snickers and leans into Type, bumping shoulders. "What's up his butt?" He whispers. There's a pause. Then Type grins at Champ before they both break into a fit of drunk laughter, tipping their heads back against the couch.