"A little bit of alcohaulin' ass."

[multiplelove]

Who: Brett Jennings, Richie Jameson and Adrian Hewitt
What: Brotherly duties
Where: Adrian's apartment, NYC
When: Sunday night

Brett was really glad he was there that night, or Richie would have tripped out of that cab and fallen flat on his face on the sidewalk in front of Adrian's apartment block. Then that would have let to an all-out bleeding-fest and those were never pretty. Brett had all intentions of having a decent amount of drinks that night because he had a really long and hard week at school and things were still playing on his mind about Melody and the pregnancy. They were in this push/pull situation now where they weren't sure if they should date, weren't sure what their feelings were, and weren't sure how the hell to deal with the fact there was a baby on the way. Melody told him that Zoran had been distant these past couple of weeks, and Richie was basically incommunicado every time Brett tried to call him or text him. So, he dragged both of them out to a bar.

It turned out they were the ones who were both going to get totalled, and he had a few but was mostly sober. When Zoran was totalled relatively quickly, Brett called Caleb and told him to come pick Zoran up, so Brett could get Richie home safely. Richie was a mess. Brett had made it around the side of the cab just in time for Richie to try to get out. He caught his honourary brother just as he tripped on the gutter and his own foot, and stopped him smashing his face in. Richie was an uncoordinated mess in Brett's arms now. He was skinny and lanky, and it took some juggling on Brett's part to get Richie up on his feet again.

"Just don't puke on me, for fuck's sake," he said while he held Richie up and threw some cash in at the cab driver to pay for their ride. He elbowed the door shut so the cab could leave, and then held Richie up around the waste. "You were ploughing through those fucking drinks, dude. Are you going to tell me what the fuck's going on now?"

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[thankfuckforlife]

Even if he could hardly stand up, Richie was still trying to nudge Brett out of the way. He would just be sidewalk roadkill without him. He could usually be a really fun drunk. He was loud and fun, usually giggling at everything. It just wasn't like that tonight. He was still kind of amused at stupid shit, like the fact he had spent a good portion of the cab ride home asking Brett why he was wearing a purple shirt when it didn't suit him at all. He was still on his days off, and little did Brett or Zoran know, he had spent most of the either drunk or hung over. It hadn't been anything for him to agree to go out, or to get blinded again.

"Fuck off. Nothings'wrong," he threw back, his words slurring now. He was clinging to Brett to keep himself upright, but he didn't fucking want to be interrogated in the process. He wanted to go to bed. To Adrian's bed. He was fucked if he considered the apartment with Jeff home anymore. He was only waiting until he had time to move his shit out of there. Jeff wasn't a friend anymore, as far as he was concerned. They barely spoke, unless Jeff was on some sort of guilt trip, and that seemed to only be when he had a spare moment in his busy schedule. No further messages had come about making another time to meet up again, so he was done. He barely had any recognition of where they were, until they got up to the door of the apartment. He had to key in the security code... that he couldn't remember for the fucking life of him. "Fuck... shit. Wait, lemme just... I'll just text Adrian..." Which meant he had to manage to even get his phone out of his pocket, but he couldn't locate it anywhere, despite fumbling around in his jacket and jeans.

[moviesismagic]

Adrian had been in Canada filming some of his movie on location. He had been gone a few weeks now, but he had actually flown home a week early because things had gone more smoothly than expected, and he wanted to surprise Richie. He knew his boyfriend had been out of sorts. He couldn't explain how he knew, or even begin to know why, but he had started to worry it was him. He had even contacted Karla because he had been so nervous that Richie had become distant this particular trip Adrian was away. Adrian travelled with his work a lot. He was back and forth to the West Coast frequently, but they actually rocked it. Until now. Now, something was wrong. It was all the more reason for Adrian to come home early.

But Richie hadn't been here when he got here. He had been staying here while Adrian was away, and all his stuff was here, but he wasn't. He had his rostered days off, so he wouldn't be at work. He could be with his mom, being the weekend, so Adrian hadn't tried to contact him and interrupt their mother-son times. Only, now his doorman had just called up to him and told him Richie had arrived back with Brett (who was on the list of people authorised to come into the building without needing ID) and he seemed drunk. Adrian was opening the door as Richie and Brett got there, and it was obvious straight away... Richie was really drunk. "Should I be jealous you're going out on the town without me?" he joked, though there was that undercurrent of concern still bubbling away. Richie had told him himself that he didn't drink a lot.