There’s a stranger in my bed, there’s a pounding in my head ...
Characters: Alex, Gabe & Gigi Pritchard
Authors: elle_lamb and kate_lamb
Date set: 2032 (Alex is 21, Gabe is 20, Gigi is 18)
Rating: R (for language and themes)
Summary: Alex and Gabe have a hell of a morning after. So do several girls. Gigi comes to distribute the ‘skank away’.
“Goddammit,” Alex muttered as sunlight washed over his face. He felt blindly for his wand on the wood floor as he threw an arm across his eyes, desperate to keep the light out and the world still.
The night before was hazy. There were drinks at the club and dancing, Gabe and women. Somehow they all ended up back here, on his brothers floor - and sofa, bed, and countertop if the fuzzy images his brain supplied were to be believed - for more drinks and fucking. Lots of fucking. Lots of drinking. Then probably more fucking.
It was a good night. The morning, however, was currently sucking balls.
“Aha,” he murmured in triumph when his fingers clasped the slender length of wood that was his wand. Or Gabe’s. Who the fuck knew? Either would work in a pinch. With a silent spell, the window coverings closed and blessed shadow fell over him.
“Fucking tits,” Gabe groaned as wakefulness prodded at him. Only when he stirred, though, did he realize there was a body haphazardly twined with his own. Despite the train of a headache behind his eyes, one corner of his mouth inched up as his hand came into contact with something soft and pliable.
He didn’t have much energy to do more than flick the blonde’s nipple - moving more would turn the room upside down - but it was enough to stir her to wakefulness. As he blearily watched her, he couldn’t help but smirk as she stirred another girl - this one ginger - on her other side. He thought there’d been more limbs than was proper for two.
“How many you got, sparkles?” he asked, head dropping back to the floor as a wave of nausea washed over him. With his eyes shut, he finally recalled some of the night prior. Dancing. Alcohol. And Fucking. Lots of fucking. He liked fucking. He might have even tried again if his head didn’t hurt so damn much, and if the girls hadn’t found a sense of modesty with the dawn of a new day. He could hear them moving around and whispering softly about their lost clothing.
Alex’s brow furrowed as he tried to understand what Gabe was asking. “Many?” Finally it dawned on him, and he slowly swiveled his head to the right, trying to ignore the way it made his stomach lurch. A brunette was sprawled beside him, snoring quietly face down on the bare floor. “Just the one, I think,” he said. The door to the loo opened and another brunette with fucking fantastic tits emerged. “Oh wait, no, there’s the other one.”
“Lisa,” the one with the nice tits corrected him, looking rather annoyed to have to share the information. Fuck, it wasn’t as if they were long lost mates. Why did the ones with nice bristols always have to be so fucking prissy?
“O’ course, darlin’,” Alex returned in the most charming voice he could muster. Shifting to look at his brother, he gestured to the woman. “It’s Lisa, princess.”
Gabe cracked his eyes open with some effort and was very glad he did. “Lisa, dove, you’ve fucking fantastic tits.”
All he got in response was a an indignant ‘hmph’. Gabe was alright with that. He got to watch her fucking fantastic tits as she moved around trying to find her lost clothing. He wasn’t really sure how the girls - save the one he could hear snoring on the floor - were moving, though. He felt like he’d had a run-in with a fucking Norwegian Ridgeback, Veela hybrid. Fucking hell.
When Lisa’s tits disappeared from view, Gabe slowly turned his head. Alex wasn’t too far, and the snoring bird was between them. He winced when she seemed to hiccup mid-snore, the sound hitting a nerve in his temple. “Fuck,” he hissed, “she’s like a fucking Banshee gone ass over tits.”
Alex had just started to reach for the brunette Banshee when a loud crack filled the air, making all of them cringe. Except the Banshee. Apparently she was still thoroughly passed out. Craning his neck toward the door, he was unsurprised to find his sister standing just inside the flat, surveying the scene with distaste.
It wasn’t so much that Gigi minded their whoring around, she just didn’t care much for ‘skanks’.
“Morning, Geeg. You’re up bright an’ early.” It was bright at least, and it felt early.
“It’s nearly three in the afternoon, Alex,” Gigi replied, glaring in turn at each woman scampering to put on clothes. “Good thing I stocked up on the Skank Away.”
“You’re so fucking good to us,” Gabe supplied he rolled his eyes up to Gigi. He squinted and tried to bring her into focus, but then the banshee shook the floor again with her snoring and his eyes snapped shut as it wrung through his head. “FUCK. Put a fucking stopper in it for shite’s sake, sparkles. She’s yours.”
Tapping the brunette’s cheek lightly, Alex murmured, “Wake up, darlin’, before you shake the house down with that noise.”
When her oldest brother’s attempt at being nice didn’t get the bint to do more than snort and swipe at him, Gigi stomped over, ignoring the winces and protestations each footstep earned. Uncorking one of the vials she’d brought, she shook the liquid over Alex’s banshee’s face, and smirking as the naked woman sputtered and cursed.
“What the fuck was that for?” the brunette who was not Lisa asked indignantly, glaring up at the petite witch who’d roused her.
“It’s time for you to leave now. All of you,” Gigi announced, her tone brooking no refusal. Shoving a scrap of fabric that looked like it belonged on one of the sluts her brothers had brought home in the direction of the brunette, she nudged her toward the door as the other three women scampered out.
“Hey!” the woman complained, “I’ve got to give him my floo.”
As Gigi shoved her out the door, she offered a sickly sweet smile. “He doesn’t want it, sweetheart. Leg spreaders are a knut a dozen.” With that she shut the door. A muffled ‘bitch’ immediately came from the other side.
“Maybe more like a sickle,” Gabe offered, venturing to crack his eyes open again now that the snoring banshee was gone. He still hadn’t moved from his nude sprawl on the floor, but did roll his head back towards Alex. “Could have been a handful of fucking galleons though, yeah? We probably funded the shitefest.” Could have, though Gabe couldn’t really remember. The patches of memory he did have from the night prior had nothing to do with the money spent or even the location of his pants. For all he knew, they could be on the stairwell of his building again.
“Still not a bad bargain,” Alex returned, attempting to push himself into a seated position and failing miserably, “as I’m fairly sure I had a bloody fucking good time last night.” Giving up, he slumped back on the floor and raised the wand still in his hand. “Accio pants!”
A silky pair of teal knickers flew from the top of the icebox, twirling around the tip of Alex’s wand a moment before dropping to his chest. With a heavy sigh, he grumbled, “Fucking hell. Accio MY pants!”
The icebox shook, shuddered and Gabe managed to rise to his elbows to eye it warily. “It’s fucking alive.” Moments later the door flew open and Alex’s pants flew across the room to smack him wetly in the face.
Laughter shook Gabe’s shoulders, but his head spun and he fell back to the floor. “Gidge, you happen to see my pants on the way up here?” Because now that he was thinking on it, he was almost sure they were somewhere down on the stoop.
“Those would be the ones hanging jauntily from the outside lamp, I presume,” she returned dryly. It was her job as their sister to act as though she was offended by her brothers’ antics. They all knew the truth, though. If she’d gone clubbing with them the night before, chances were she’d be passed out in another corner of the room. “I don’t know why you have to put them so high up if you want me to collect them for you.”
Wandering over to where Gabe and Alex were still laid out on the floor, Gigi did her best to avoid looking at the bits that were not meant for a sister to see. Pulling out four vials from her bag, she handed two of them to each of her brothers. “Drink up and tell me who the best sister in the world is.”
Alex made sure he’d drunk them both before turning a cheeky grin on her. “Cornfoot’s sister is definitely in the running. Those legs...”
“... go on for fucking days,” Gabe finished for him after he’d tossed both vials back. His head felt clearer and his limbs didn’t feel so much like lead, and he moved to get up, grabbing what looked like one of his shirts as he stood and holding it over his bits.
“No sister treats us as fucking good as you do, Gidge,” he added, smirk curling his lips at her sniff as he tugged her to him. He wrapped his arm around her neck and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Best in the fucking world. Who else would make sure we could stand on Sunday mornings?”
“Couldn’t ask for better,” Alex chimed in, a disgusted noise following a moment later as he pulled on his damp, cold pants. “You’re the only one who loves us enough to run off the sketchy women we run around with.”
Allowing herself to be placated, Gigi gave a firm nod. “Damn right I am.” Quick as a flash, she yanked the shirt from Gabe’s hands, winding it up and using it to snap him in the arse. “Now go get cleaned up. Practice is in an hour, you fucking reprobates.”
Gabe collected another piece of clothing to snap back at Gigi, eyed his brother half-in, half-out of his trou, and pushed him over before finding his way to the window and hanging out. “Fuck. They really are on the fucking streetlamp,” he said when he spotted his pants, waving jauntily in the breeze.
Authors: elle_lamb and kate_lamb
Date set: 2032 (Alex is 21, Gabe is 20, Gigi is 18)
Rating: R (for language and themes)
Summary: Alex and Gabe have a hell of a morning after. So do several girls. Gigi comes to distribute the ‘skank away’.
“Goddammit,” Alex muttered as sunlight washed over his face. He felt blindly for his wand on the wood floor as he threw an arm across his eyes, desperate to keep the light out and the world still.
The night before was hazy. There were drinks at the club and dancing, Gabe and women. Somehow they all ended up back here, on his brothers floor - and sofa, bed, and countertop if the fuzzy images his brain supplied were to be believed - for more drinks and fucking. Lots of fucking. Lots of drinking. Then probably more fucking.
It was a good night. The morning, however, was currently sucking balls.
“Aha,” he murmured in triumph when his fingers clasped the slender length of wood that was his wand. Or Gabe’s. Who the fuck knew? Either would work in a pinch. With a silent spell, the window coverings closed and blessed shadow fell over him.
“Fucking tits,” Gabe groaned as wakefulness prodded at him. Only when he stirred, though, did he realize there was a body haphazardly twined with his own. Despite the train of a headache behind his eyes, one corner of his mouth inched up as his hand came into contact with something soft and pliable.
He didn’t have much energy to do more than flick the blonde’s nipple - moving more would turn the room upside down - but it was enough to stir her to wakefulness. As he blearily watched her, he couldn’t help but smirk as she stirred another girl - this one ginger - on her other side. He thought there’d been more limbs than was proper for two.
“How many you got, sparkles?” he asked, head dropping back to the floor as a wave of nausea washed over him. With his eyes shut, he finally recalled some of the night prior. Dancing. Alcohol. And Fucking. Lots of fucking. He liked fucking. He might have even tried again if his head didn’t hurt so damn much, and if the girls hadn’t found a sense of modesty with the dawn of a new day. He could hear them moving around and whispering softly about their lost clothing.
Alex’s brow furrowed as he tried to understand what Gabe was asking. “Many?” Finally it dawned on him, and he slowly swiveled his head to the right, trying to ignore the way it made his stomach lurch. A brunette was sprawled beside him, snoring quietly face down on the bare floor. “Just the one, I think,” he said. The door to the loo opened and another brunette with fucking fantastic tits emerged. “Oh wait, no, there’s the other one.”
“Lisa,” the one with the nice tits corrected him, looking rather annoyed to have to share the information. Fuck, it wasn’t as if they were long lost mates. Why did the ones with nice bristols always have to be so fucking prissy?
“O’ course, darlin’,” Alex returned in the most charming voice he could muster. Shifting to look at his brother, he gestured to the woman. “It’s Lisa, princess.”
Gabe cracked his eyes open with some effort and was very glad he did. “Lisa, dove, you’ve fucking fantastic tits.”
All he got in response was a an indignant ‘hmph’. Gabe was alright with that. He got to watch her fucking fantastic tits as she moved around trying to find her lost clothing. He wasn’t really sure how the girls - save the one he could hear snoring on the floor - were moving, though. He felt like he’d had a run-in with a fucking Norwegian Ridgeback, Veela hybrid. Fucking hell.
When Lisa’s tits disappeared from view, Gabe slowly turned his head. Alex wasn’t too far, and the snoring bird was between them. He winced when she seemed to hiccup mid-snore, the sound hitting a nerve in his temple. “Fuck,” he hissed, “she’s like a fucking Banshee gone ass over tits.”
Alex had just started to reach for the brunette Banshee when a loud crack filled the air, making all of them cringe. Except the Banshee. Apparently she was still thoroughly passed out. Craning his neck toward the door, he was unsurprised to find his sister standing just inside the flat, surveying the scene with distaste.
It wasn’t so much that Gigi minded their whoring around, she just didn’t care much for ‘skanks’.
“Morning, Geeg. You’re up bright an’ early.” It was bright at least, and it felt early.
“It’s nearly three in the afternoon, Alex,” Gigi replied, glaring in turn at each woman scampering to put on clothes. “Good thing I stocked up on the Skank Away.”
“You’re so fucking good to us,” Gabe supplied he rolled his eyes up to Gigi. He squinted and tried to bring her into focus, but then the banshee shook the floor again with her snoring and his eyes snapped shut as it wrung through his head. “FUCK. Put a fucking stopper in it for shite’s sake, sparkles. She’s yours.”
Tapping the brunette’s cheek lightly, Alex murmured, “Wake up, darlin’, before you shake the house down with that noise.”
When her oldest brother’s attempt at being nice didn’t get the bint to do more than snort and swipe at him, Gigi stomped over, ignoring the winces and protestations each footstep earned. Uncorking one of the vials she’d brought, she shook the liquid over Alex’s banshee’s face, and smirking as the naked woman sputtered and cursed.
“What the fuck was that for?” the brunette who was not Lisa asked indignantly, glaring up at the petite witch who’d roused her.
“It’s time for you to leave now. All of you,” Gigi announced, her tone brooking no refusal. Shoving a scrap of fabric that looked like it belonged on one of the sluts her brothers had brought home in the direction of the brunette, she nudged her toward the door as the other three women scampered out.
“Hey!” the woman complained, “I’ve got to give him my floo.”
As Gigi shoved her out the door, she offered a sickly sweet smile. “He doesn’t want it, sweetheart. Leg spreaders are a knut a dozen.” With that she shut the door. A muffled ‘bitch’ immediately came from the other side.
“Maybe more like a sickle,” Gabe offered, venturing to crack his eyes open again now that the snoring banshee was gone. He still hadn’t moved from his nude sprawl on the floor, but did roll his head back towards Alex. “Could have been a handful of fucking galleons though, yeah? We probably funded the shitefest.” Could have, though Gabe couldn’t really remember. The patches of memory he did have from the night prior had nothing to do with the money spent or even the location of his pants. For all he knew, they could be on the stairwell of his building again.
“Still not a bad bargain,” Alex returned, attempting to push himself into a seated position and failing miserably, “as I’m fairly sure I had a bloody fucking good time last night.” Giving up, he slumped back on the floor and raised the wand still in his hand. “Accio pants!”
A silky pair of teal knickers flew from the top of the icebox, twirling around the tip of Alex’s wand a moment before dropping to his chest. With a heavy sigh, he grumbled, “Fucking hell. Accio MY pants!”
The icebox shook, shuddered and Gabe managed to rise to his elbows to eye it warily. “It’s fucking alive.” Moments later the door flew open and Alex’s pants flew across the room to smack him wetly in the face.
Laughter shook Gabe’s shoulders, but his head spun and he fell back to the floor. “Gidge, you happen to see my pants on the way up here?” Because now that he was thinking on it, he was almost sure they were somewhere down on the stoop.
“Those would be the ones hanging jauntily from the outside lamp, I presume,” she returned dryly. It was her job as their sister to act as though she was offended by her brothers’ antics. They all knew the truth, though. If she’d gone clubbing with them the night before, chances were she’d be passed out in another corner of the room. “I don’t know why you have to put them so high up if you want me to collect them for you.”
Wandering over to where Gabe and Alex were still laid out on the floor, Gigi did her best to avoid looking at the bits that were not meant for a sister to see. Pulling out four vials from her bag, she handed two of them to each of her brothers. “Drink up and tell me who the best sister in the world is.”
Alex made sure he’d drunk them both before turning a cheeky grin on her. “Cornfoot’s sister is definitely in the running. Those legs...”
“... go on for fucking days,” Gabe finished for him after he’d tossed both vials back. His head felt clearer and his limbs didn’t feel so much like lead, and he moved to get up, grabbing what looked like one of his shirts as he stood and holding it over his bits.
“No sister treats us as fucking good as you do, Gidge,” he added, smirk curling his lips at her sniff as he tugged her to him. He wrapped his arm around her neck and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Best in the fucking world. Who else would make sure we could stand on Sunday mornings?”
“Couldn’t ask for better,” Alex chimed in, a disgusted noise following a moment later as he pulled on his damp, cold pants. “You’re the only one who loves us enough to run off the sketchy women we run around with.”
Allowing herself to be placated, Gigi gave a firm nod. “Damn right I am.” Quick as a flash, she yanked the shirt from Gabe’s hands, winding it up and using it to snap him in the arse. “Now go get cleaned up. Practice is in an hour, you fucking reprobates.”
Gabe collected another piece of clothing to snap back at Gigi, eyed his brother half-in, half-out of his trou, and pushed him over before finding his way to the window and hanging out. “Fuck. They really are on the fucking streetlamp,” he said when he spotted his pants, waving jauntily in the breeze.