I'm sorry if any of the drunken speech is this is difficult to understand, please let me know if I should change any of it to be more understandable. Thank you! ^_^
Dedicated to Cuppie because she's an amazing and inspirational writer who makes me want to try harder and strive to be half as good as she is! If you haven't yet, you should definintely read her stories when you finish here! ^_^ <3
Also, this does involve underage drinking, if you're offended by such a thing, I apologize.
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"Youu're 'n arse, Brrrendaan." Slurred a handsome, broad-shouldered young man. His olive eyes were slightly glazed and glaring at his friend.
Brendan laughed and brushed his long blonde hair back from his face. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Yer good, Bro, just be quiet. It's past eleven, she's probably asleep in bed anyway."
"Sh's g'nna muurrderr me 'f sh's-not." He gave his friend one last, pleading look as he scrubbed a hand through his own chocolate colored tufts, trying to revive more of his consciousness. "I c'n suckh y' offf 'f ya lemme stay wi' you."
"Jeez, Nik, don't be an ass. Ya know I'm not drunk, 'n' yer not a slut. We had this talk when we came out to each other, right? Yer my bro, I got none o' those feelin's fer ya, and you got none fer me." Brendan spoke slowly, like he was explaining something complicated to a child.
Nik shook his head. "I'm rrrreeally good, 'n' 's'got nothin' ta do wi' that kinna feelin's s'metimes."
"We both know that ain't happenin', yer too good fer that, 'n' I'm gonna pretend I am, 'cause I'm the sober one."
He got only a glare in return.
"I'm sorry, man. Blame Taran 'n' Lita, they're the one's that got ya drunk, I know you din't think that was booze, least 'til you were feelin' it. Plus if they weren't so insistent on 'private time', you woul'n't have to worry about yer mom. Coulda just stayed with them."
The drunk boy shuddered, clutching the seatbelt that he still refused to unhook, even though they'd been parked on the street outside his house for several minutes. "Ugh, ewwwwww. Bren, whyyyyyy? Schtraight sexxx."
"Oy, I only said 'private time'. B'sides, Lita's awesome, 'n' some guys like tits." He chuckled when his friend shuddered again.
"Don' tellll me 'boout girlsss righ' now, Bren. Don't care'f you likche 'em, I'mma be sicchhk." The brunette groaned.
Brendan lurched over him and flung the passenger door open. "Get out! Nik, please don't puke in my car!" He shoved the shoulder that was closer to him so the boy was turned with his face toward the opening.
Shoving the hand from his shoulder, the boy turned back from the sidewalk to glare at his friend once again. "I wassbein' meloodr'maticcchh! Sshheesssch!"
The blonde grinned sheepishly at him. "Sorry... Fer real, though, I can't take you home with me. Ya know, either Mom or Johnny're waitin' ta "make sure I got home alright" which really means ta make sure I'm back before two, sober, 'n' alone; they don't want me bangin' dudes too close-by, pretty sure that goes for chicks, too, but I don't take anyone home. If you go home with me, my mom'll be on the phone with yers in, like, four seconds." He raised his pitch and started flailing a bit, imitating his own mother while the other boy stared at him. "I'm so sorry to call, but your Nikos has come home with my Brendan and I'm afraid he's highly intoxicated! Would you like me to bring him home to you, so you can beat him senseless now, or wait until he's sober so that he knows he's being beaten?"
