One tequila, two tequila, three tequila
Characters: Will, Kevin, Andrew, and Seth Bradley
Authors: lis_lamb and keeley_lamb
Date set: Summer 2037 (Will is 26, Kevin is 25, Andrew is 23, and Seth is 18)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Some of the Bradley boys have bonding time with booze.
“Alright, princess,” Kevin put a round of tequila down in front of Seth, Will, and Andrew, “drink up.” It was time to burst the littlest brother’s cherry and get him good and drunk. Considering Robbie wasn’t around to spoil their fun, it was going to be a good night.
“What, no limes?” Will asked, brows quirked. “Think the little darling can handle it straight?”
Kevin quirked an eyebrow and pushed a shot towards Will and Andrew, keeping one for himself and passing the others towards Seth. “Drink up, princess,” he said again.
Seth shrugged and tossed the first shot back, nearly spitting the vile liquid out as it burned down his throat. “I could have used the lime,” he choked out.
“Wouldn’t have helped, you big girl,” Will replied, giving him a friendly smack on the back of the head. “Andrew, you’re meant to be documenting this for posterity. That pretty face was practically inside out just now. Would have made a nice picture.”
Andrew made a rude gesture. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to drink, too.”
Kevin glanced between the pair. “Play nice, you lot. We’re supposed to be celebrating Sethy’s initiation into manhood.”
“Our little princess is growing up,” Andrew sniffed. “I never thought this day would come.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Seth rolled his eyes good naturedly. He didn’t mind their teasing so much, having gotten over the fact that he was the youngest, and would always be the target of their jokes, right after his NEWTs. Silently, he picked up the other shot Kevin pushed his way and threw it back, happy that his eyes only watered a little.
“You know, Sethy,” Kevin looking into the four fingers of whiskey he had procured for himself as well as the tequila, “if you continue to be a good boy, we’ll get you a nice fruity cocktail to go with.”
“I don’t know, I think that might too much for our little guy. Maybe we should start off with the virgin drinks, then gradually work our way back up to the good stuff.” The needling would probably work, it usually did.
Seth looked down at the drink placed in front of him. “Not a virgin,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, sure you’re not.” Andrew patted his head. “Your lie might be more believable if you’d ever been alone with a girl you weren’t related to in one way or another.”
“Prefects’ bathroom, this last year.” Seth glowed, but drank whatever poison was placed in front of him. “Tits and arse like you wouldn’t believe.” And she had wanted him. Possibly for his arithmancy problem set, but still, there had been sex involved and at seventeen, that’s what had mattered most.
“Sethy, Sethy, Sethy,” Will tsked. “I’d believe it if I wasn’t looking at you now. Skinny as a string - not something most teenage girls find attractive. Try again, little brother.” He motioned for Kevin to pour another.
“When have you been a teenage girl?” Seth asked, playing with a leftover coaster.
“Been? Never. Been inside? More than you’ll ever know.” Though now that he was a father, the sexual escapades weren’t nearly as varied or fun.
“She sucked my cock,” Seth replied mulishly, flinging the coaster in the vague direction of Will’s head before turning back to his drink.
Kevin coughed, trying to hold back his laughter. “Alright, chaps, I think it’s time for a new conversation, because while I’m sure little Sethy is just fascinating, I don’t want to hear about it. Or Will’s willy.”
“If not mine, then whose?” Will drawled. “Andrew?”
The blonde shook his head. There was no way he wanted his brothers prying into his sex life. They would not like what they found. “Right then, Kev. What do you want to talk about? Or, I know, less talky, more drinky.”
“Zombies,” the elder brother quipped with a half shrug, “but I guess I will just have to forgo that fascinating topic for how you put it, less talky more drinky.” He wanted Seth good and sauced before they dropped him off at home to be cuddled and coddled by their mother. He would be too, because Seth just had that face that made women want to take care of him. Better than a fucking puppy, he was.
“Drinky,” Seth said with an exaggerated nod.
“So give him a real drink. Something that will finally put hair on his chest,” Will told Kevin, nodding toward the whisky.
“Your turn to purchase,” Kevin told Will. He’d gotten the last couple rounds. “Make it firewhiskey and that way we can burn off any hair that grows. Keep him nice and smooth for all his lady friends.”
Will’s mocking laughter rang out as he slid from the booth and headed over to the bar.
“I hope you’re ready to get good and smashed, Sethy my lad.” This was going to be more fun than Andrew’d had in a long time. He was going to love watching his youngest brother drink himself into a stupor.
“Smashed, not smooshed,” Seth said with another nod. “Dad’ll smoosh if we’re not careful.”
“Merlin’s hairy balls,” Will snickered as he set four more glasses on the table. “He’s already sloshed. Our baby brother has the tolerance of a twelve year old girl.” They had planned on having him out all night, but if he was already on the tipsy side they’d have him back home to mummy within the hour.
Seth grabbed his glass. “Suck it.” He glowered at Will for a moment before finding solace in the alcohol.
Snickering, Kevin picked up his glass, but did not take a drink yet. Seth’s glare didn’t even have the effectiveness of a wet kitten, let alone a twelve year old girl. “You mean you didn’t bring a sober up or two for him?” He pulled out a few vials out of his pocket, placing them on the table. “Always be prepared, mates.”
“You’re a regular boy scout,” Seth giggled.
“Nah, I thought we’d let him succumb to a little alcohol poisoning. It’d make for a memorable evening for all of us.” Especially if their parents got hold of them afterward. There would be no mercy if something happened to Ben and Hannah Bradley’s baby boy while he was in their care. “Now he sounds like a twelve year old girl, too.”
“Do you want to spend the night at Mungo’s? Thought not. Hence the Sober-Ups.” Kevin would rather not spend more time than necessary at any Hospital.
Not when he had a warm and willing woman in his bed, he didn’t. But since they were no longer on the subject of his cock, Will didn’t say so. “I vote we leave him gift wrapped on mum and dad’s doorstep once we get him nice and liquored up.”
“If you want to play ding dong ditch, you’re ringing the door bell and it’s your skinny arse that’s running.”
“Not much running involved if we Apparate.” The whole point of having their little drinking party while Robbie was deployed was that there was nothing to stop them from falling short of kind in their treatment of their littlest brother. If Kevin wanted to pamper the little princess, he wouldn’t stop him.
Kevin raised his glass in acknowledgement. “You can get the bow then.”
“Girls, play nice,” Andrew said lightly from his end of the booth. “I will get the bow.”
Seth took this moment to start paying attention to the conversation. “What color are you going to get?” he questioned. “It should be a blue bow. I like blue.” He wasn’t exactly sure why they needed a bow in the first place, but he was happy to help contribute to the conversation.
“We’ll see if we can get blue.” Personally, Andrew thought they should go with pink. After all, it was kind of a family tradition.
Seth grinned broadly and raised his glass before finishing what was left of it. “Cheers, mate.”
“Too easy,” Will told the other two, grinning.
As so the rest of the night went, with the three elder brothers making sure the littlest of them all was good and pissed. “Fuck, when did the runt get so fucking heavy?” Kevin complained as he helped drag Seth’s sorry arse out of the bar. Even with the discrete feather-light charm, his brother was a dead weight and mostly passed out. If he looked closely, Kevin could see him starting to drool. One thing for certain, while an amiable drunk, Seth certainly wasn’t pretty.
“Shit, what are they feeding this kid?” Will grunted, trying to get a better grip on Seth. “Whose bright idea was this again?”
It had seemed like such a good plan at first; ply Seth with copious amounts of alcohol, truss him up like a Christmas goose, then drop him on their parent’s doorstep and run.
“Yours,” Kevin grunted because Will was there. “Could always blame Aidan.” Of course, he wasn’t here to take part in any plot, but neither was he here to defend himself. That was as good an excuse for the Slytherin as any other.
"Blame Aidan it is." It sounded like a good plan to him, even though their dad would never buy it. But as long as Seth didn't squeal on them, he would never be able to prove it.
Under the weight of his brother, Kevin craned his neck. “Where the hell is Andrew and his pretty little bow?”
“I’m right here, laughing my arse off at the two of you. He can’t be that heavy.” Seth may have filled out a bit since school, but he wasn’t that big.
“Want to trade places then, Princess?” Kevin asked, shifting Seth’s weight across his shoulders slightly.
Andrew snorted. “Not bloody likely. I’m having far too much fun watching you struggle.”
“Well come on, Princess. We’ve got a present to deliver.” With that being said, Kevin Disaparated, taking both Seth and Will side-along.
Andrew followed moments later, a little blue bow in his hands. “We going to prop him up, or just leave him laying there?”
Kevin thought for a few moments. “Dad’s chair,” he decided. “And you can put the little bow in his hair.”
“What a sweet little present he’ll be for mum and dad when they find him.” Or Susie, depending on whether or not she decided to miss him. “Too bad he’s still afraid of the dark or we could leave him in the pantry.”
Kevin snickered. “To borrow Seth’s words we don’t want to get smooshed. Really, we’d hear the ickle thing’s scream for miles.”
“Well, I suppose we don’t want to wake the house. Dad’s chair it is, then.” A lot less fun, but safer for them all in the long run.
Nodding, the two brothers who had been hauling the great big puppy around dropped him into the chair. His limbs sprawled and flailed a bit in his stupor, but he was mostly passed out. Kevin leaned over and took a whiff. “He’s drunk. Dead drunk.”
“Dead right.” Will groaned and stretched out, wincing as his back popped. “Little bastard is heavy. Andy, put the bow on him so we can get the fuck out of here.” The longer they stayed, the greater chance of being caught.
Andrew did as he was told, patting the bow firmly into Seth’s hair. “Isn’t that just precious?”
“Take a fucking picture.” Kevin took out his wand and sent out a lazy spell that would ring the door bell. “See you princesses later.” He needed to get home, pretty sure he had a deadline fast approaching. His editors didn’t like it when he watch those oh so sacred deadlines fly by. The blond Disapparated.
Will sighed and turned to Andrew. “My girl is probably waiting up for me. You’re on your own from here on out.”
Andrew took one last snap of Seth, fast asleep in their father’s over-sized chair, and Apparated out.
Authors: lis_lamb and keeley_lamb
Date set: Summer 2037 (Will is 26, Kevin is 25, Andrew is 23, and Seth is 18)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Some of the Bradley boys have bonding time with booze.
“Alright, princess,” Kevin put a round of tequila down in front of Seth, Will, and Andrew, “drink up.” It was time to burst the littlest brother’s cherry and get him good and drunk. Considering Robbie wasn’t around to spoil their fun, it was going to be a good night.
“What, no limes?” Will asked, brows quirked. “Think the little darling can handle it straight?”
Kevin quirked an eyebrow and pushed a shot towards Will and Andrew, keeping one for himself and passing the others towards Seth. “Drink up, princess,” he said again.
Seth shrugged and tossed the first shot back, nearly spitting the vile liquid out as it burned down his throat. “I could have used the lime,” he choked out.
“Wouldn’t have helped, you big girl,” Will replied, giving him a friendly smack on the back of the head. “Andrew, you’re meant to be documenting this for posterity. That pretty face was practically inside out just now. Would have made a nice picture.”
Andrew made a rude gesture. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to drink, too.”
Kevin glanced between the pair. “Play nice, you lot. We’re supposed to be celebrating Sethy’s initiation into manhood.”
“Our little princess is growing up,” Andrew sniffed. “I never thought this day would come.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Seth rolled his eyes good naturedly. He didn’t mind their teasing so much, having gotten over the fact that he was the youngest, and would always be the target of their jokes, right after his NEWTs. Silently, he picked up the other shot Kevin pushed his way and threw it back, happy that his eyes only watered a little.
“You know, Sethy,” Kevin looking into the four fingers of whiskey he had procured for himself as well as the tequila, “if you continue to be a good boy, we’ll get you a nice fruity cocktail to go with.”
“I don’t know, I think that might too much for our little guy. Maybe we should start off with the virgin drinks, then gradually work our way back up to the good stuff.” The needling would probably work, it usually did.
Seth looked down at the drink placed in front of him. “Not a virgin,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, sure you’re not.” Andrew patted his head. “Your lie might be more believable if you’d ever been alone with a girl you weren’t related to in one way or another.”
“Prefects’ bathroom, this last year.” Seth glowed, but drank whatever poison was placed in front of him. “Tits and arse like you wouldn’t believe.” And she had wanted him. Possibly for his arithmancy problem set, but still, there had been sex involved and at seventeen, that’s what had mattered most.
“Sethy, Sethy, Sethy,” Will tsked. “I’d believe it if I wasn’t looking at you now. Skinny as a string - not something most teenage girls find attractive. Try again, little brother.” He motioned for Kevin to pour another.
“When have you been a teenage girl?” Seth asked, playing with a leftover coaster.
“Been? Never. Been inside? More than you’ll ever know.” Though now that he was a father, the sexual escapades weren’t nearly as varied or fun.
“She sucked my cock,” Seth replied mulishly, flinging the coaster in the vague direction of Will’s head before turning back to his drink.
Kevin coughed, trying to hold back his laughter. “Alright, chaps, I think it’s time for a new conversation, because while I’m sure little Sethy is just fascinating, I don’t want to hear about it. Or Will’s willy.”
“If not mine, then whose?” Will drawled. “Andrew?”
The blonde shook his head. There was no way he wanted his brothers prying into his sex life. They would not like what they found. “Right then, Kev. What do you want to talk about? Or, I know, less talky, more drinky.”
“Zombies,” the elder brother quipped with a half shrug, “but I guess I will just have to forgo that fascinating topic for how you put it, less talky more drinky.” He wanted Seth good and sauced before they dropped him off at home to be cuddled and coddled by their mother. He would be too, because Seth just had that face that made women want to take care of him. Better than a fucking puppy, he was.
“Drinky,” Seth said with an exaggerated nod.
“So give him a real drink. Something that will finally put hair on his chest,” Will told Kevin, nodding toward the whisky.
“Your turn to purchase,” Kevin told Will. He’d gotten the last couple rounds. “Make it firewhiskey and that way we can burn off any hair that grows. Keep him nice and smooth for all his lady friends.”
Will’s mocking laughter rang out as he slid from the booth and headed over to the bar.
“I hope you’re ready to get good and smashed, Sethy my lad.” This was going to be more fun than Andrew’d had in a long time. He was going to love watching his youngest brother drink himself into a stupor.
“Smashed, not smooshed,” Seth said with another nod. “Dad’ll smoosh if we’re not careful.”
“Merlin’s hairy balls,” Will snickered as he set four more glasses on the table. “He’s already sloshed. Our baby brother has the tolerance of a twelve year old girl.” They had planned on having him out all night, but if he was already on the tipsy side they’d have him back home to mummy within the hour.
Seth grabbed his glass. “Suck it.” He glowered at Will for a moment before finding solace in the alcohol.
Snickering, Kevin picked up his glass, but did not take a drink yet. Seth’s glare didn’t even have the effectiveness of a wet kitten, let alone a twelve year old girl. “You mean you didn’t bring a sober up or two for him?” He pulled out a few vials out of his pocket, placing them on the table. “Always be prepared, mates.”
“You’re a regular boy scout,” Seth giggled.
“Nah, I thought we’d let him succumb to a little alcohol poisoning. It’d make for a memorable evening for all of us.” Especially if their parents got hold of them afterward. There would be no mercy if something happened to Ben and Hannah Bradley’s baby boy while he was in their care. “Now he sounds like a twelve year old girl, too.”
“Do you want to spend the night at Mungo’s? Thought not. Hence the Sober-Ups.” Kevin would rather not spend more time than necessary at any Hospital.
Not when he had a warm and willing woman in his bed, he didn’t. But since they were no longer on the subject of his cock, Will didn’t say so. “I vote we leave him gift wrapped on mum and dad’s doorstep once we get him nice and liquored up.”
“If you want to play ding dong ditch, you’re ringing the door bell and it’s your skinny arse that’s running.”
“Not much running involved if we Apparate.” The whole point of having their little drinking party while Robbie was deployed was that there was nothing to stop them from falling short of kind in their treatment of their littlest brother. If Kevin wanted to pamper the little princess, he wouldn’t stop him.
Kevin raised his glass in acknowledgement. “You can get the bow then.”
“Girls, play nice,” Andrew said lightly from his end of the booth. “I will get the bow.”
Seth took this moment to start paying attention to the conversation. “What color are you going to get?” he questioned. “It should be a blue bow. I like blue.” He wasn’t exactly sure why they needed a bow in the first place, but he was happy to help contribute to the conversation.
“We’ll see if we can get blue.” Personally, Andrew thought they should go with pink. After all, it was kind of a family tradition.
Seth grinned broadly and raised his glass before finishing what was left of it. “Cheers, mate.”
“Too easy,” Will told the other two, grinning.
As so the rest of the night went, with the three elder brothers making sure the littlest of them all was good and pissed. “Fuck, when did the runt get so fucking heavy?” Kevin complained as he helped drag Seth’s sorry arse out of the bar. Even with the discrete feather-light charm, his brother was a dead weight and mostly passed out. If he looked closely, Kevin could see him starting to drool. One thing for certain, while an amiable drunk, Seth certainly wasn’t pretty.
“Shit, what are they feeding this kid?” Will grunted, trying to get a better grip on Seth. “Whose bright idea was this again?”
It had seemed like such a good plan at first; ply Seth with copious amounts of alcohol, truss him up like a Christmas goose, then drop him on their parent’s doorstep and run.
“Yours,” Kevin grunted because Will was there. “Could always blame Aidan.” Of course, he wasn’t here to take part in any plot, but neither was he here to defend himself. That was as good an excuse for the Slytherin as any other.
"Blame Aidan it is." It sounded like a good plan to him, even though their dad would never buy it. But as long as Seth didn't squeal on them, he would never be able to prove it.
Under the weight of his brother, Kevin craned his neck. “Where the hell is Andrew and his pretty little bow?”
“I’m right here, laughing my arse off at the two of you. He can’t be that heavy.” Seth may have filled out a bit since school, but he wasn’t that big.
“Want to trade places then, Princess?” Kevin asked, shifting Seth’s weight across his shoulders slightly.
Andrew snorted. “Not bloody likely. I’m having far too much fun watching you struggle.”
“Well come on, Princess. We’ve got a present to deliver.” With that being said, Kevin Disaparated, taking both Seth and Will side-along.
Andrew followed moments later, a little blue bow in his hands. “We going to prop him up, or just leave him laying there?”
Kevin thought for a few moments. “Dad’s chair,” he decided. “And you can put the little bow in his hair.”
“What a sweet little present he’ll be for mum and dad when they find him.” Or Susie, depending on whether or not she decided to miss him. “Too bad he’s still afraid of the dark or we could leave him in the pantry.”
Kevin snickered. “To borrow Seth’s words we don’t want to get smooshed. Really, we’d hear the ickle thing’s scream for miles.”
“Well, I suppose we don’t want to wake the house. Dad’s chair it is, then.” A lot less fun, but safer for them all in the long run.
Nodding, the two brothers who had been hauling the great big puppy around dropped him into the chair. His limbs sprawled and flailed a bit in his stupor, but he was mostly passed out. Kevin leaned over and took a whiff. “He’s drunk. Dead drunk.”
“Dead right.” Will groaned and stretched out, wincing as his back popped. “Little bastard is heavy. Andy, put the bow on him so we can get the fuck out of here.” The longer they stayed, the greater chance of being caught.
Andrew did as he was told, patting the bow firmly into Seth’s hair. “Isn’t that just precious?”
“Take a fucking picture.” Kevin took out his wand and sent out a lazy spell that would ring the door bell. “See you princesses later.” He needed to get home, pretty sure he had a deadline fast approaching. His editors didn’t like it when he watch those oh so sacred deadlines fly by. The blond Disapparated.
Will sighed and turned to Andrew. “My girl is probably waiting up for me. You’re on your own from here on out.”
Andrew took one last snap of Seth, fast asleep in their father’s over-sized chair, and Apparated out.