BBS one-shots

Terrormoo - Drunk

He was almost regretting it, almost.

Brock held a small get-together/party for all of his friends, not exactly knowing how much alcohol each person would consume. Now he stands against the counter in his kitchen, watching his friends sway and drunkenly talk to each. Not everyone was drunk; Tyler and Anthony looked pretty stable and Scotty wasn't slurring too badly.

But there was someone who definitely caught his attention the most.

Sitting alone in a corner was Brian, slightly swaying and just staring into space.

Brock instantly got up and made his way through the different small groups of drunk adults in his front room and over to Brian.

"Hey there, Mr. Lonely," Brock started as he sat down next to Brian. Brian snapped out of his little universe and looked over to Brock, still swaying just a bit. Brock giggled. "How much have you had to drink?"

Brian sighed and looked down again while Brock adverted his attention to the laughter he heard coming from Anthony. Brock giggled more at the sight of the grown man rolling in the floor. A nearly inaudible chuckle sounded from next to him.

"Not enough apparently," Brian murmured quietly, yet still loud enough for only Brock to hear.

Brock, slightly confused, turned to look at Brian. Once he did, all his confusion melted away at the look Brian was giving him.

Brian's look was full of love and adoration, eyes soft and gentle, his lips held a small, soft smile. A light pink dusting his cheeks and nose. Brock's heart practically burst at the sight.

"Oh..."

A/N: sorry this was short, and bad. It'll get better.