Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 28: Feeling Good

As soon as they got to BJ's, Greg was out of the car, pushing through the various other teenagers already there. He went straight to the kitchen to get himself a beer, BJ appearing before him.

'Hey, Lestrade,' BJ said.

Greg blinked, looking up at him. 'Uh... hi, BJ.'

BJ smirked. 'Not so bitchy when Mikey ain't around, huh?'

'Um... well...'

BJ clapped him on the shoulder. 'Hey, I get it; you wanted to impress Mikey.'

Greg felt colour rush to his face, skin burning as he stared at BJ. 'N-No I didn't.' BJ just stared at him. 'No, serious; I don't fancy him, alright?'

'Uh-huh,' BJ said as he collected money from other people walking in.

Usually you had to pay five or ten quid when you walked in. Stewart, BJ's older brother, worked in the family brewery and could get all kinds of alcohol for free, but the Masters brothers still liked to make some money.

'Look, Lestrade,' BJ finally said after pocketing about forty quid, 'I've seen you stalk plenty of guys at parties, alright? You're not exactly subtle when you're lookin' for somethin' to root.' Greg blushed again. 'But I saw you and Mikey together, you can't lie to me.'

'I ain't lying!' Greg insisted.

BJ snorted. 'Whatever you say, Lestrade. You and Mikey will make it official soon enough. Invite me to the wedding, yeah? I did technically introduce you.'

Greg scowled and the other teenager chuckled, sipped his drink, and walked into the living room. Greg downed his beer before quickly pouring another and heading outside to have a smoke.

{oOo}

After two cigarettes Greg went back inside, grabbing another drink before joining Dimmock, Molly, Joe and Dylan. The latter two had shown up about ten minutes earlier and Greg was thankful for their presence. With Joe and Dylan around, Dimmock and Molly wouldn't say anything about Mycroft.

That didn't stop them from giggling and whispering to each other whenever Greg checked his phone or glanced up when the front door opened.

Dimmock was leaning against the wall with one arm wrapped around Molly, the other circled around a plastic cup. Molly was drinking her usual lemonade and kept smiling over the bottle at Greg.

'What?' Greg growled when Joe and Dylan started chatting about football.

'Nothing, nothing,' Molly shrugged, but she was still smiling.

'I'm gettin' sick of you two,' Greg sighed.

'Now, let's not be nasty,' Dimmock said, Greg flipping him off.

'What are you two bitching about?' Dylan asked.

Greg stared at Dimmock, who smirked a bit before saying, 'Nothing.'

Joe and Dylan looked between them before going back to their football discussion, leaving Greg to glare at Dimmock and his girlfriend.

{oOo}

Greg was on his fifth beer when he spotted Mycroft. He cut himself off halfway through his sentence, making both Dimmock and Molly turn to see what had his attention.

Mycroft was getting a beer from the keg and smiled when he saw Greg. He had those tight black leather trousers on that Greg loved so much, with a white-and-black checked belt. His white shirt, that had open buttons about halfway down, was tucked into his trousers, and a midnight blue velvet jacket wrapped around his torso perfectly.