For just_1_word - 18.7 Intoxicated
[Co-written with pullmysteth | Follows THIS and THIS]
Riley's watch for his pills had gone off no less than fifteen minutes earlier... and he was still trying to coordinate the bottles along the coffee table in front of him. He had a half-empty beer bottle braced between his knees and another fresh one in his left hand as he tried to open the first pill bottle one handed and gesture pointedly at his sister. "And I was 'bout to go to bed," he insisted for about the twentieth time since the twelve back of beer had been opened. "I was fucking tired I didn't bloody know what to even say!" He spilled the bottle of pills with his emphasis. "Ah shit..." He leaned over to pick the up and spilled some of the beer from between his legs. "Oh bollocks," he added clumsily.
"What happened to the pill thingy I got you, beanpole?" Tab asked as she rescued his beer to let him have both hands. "I thought it was supp-s'posed to stop the spillage." She let out a giggle and clapped her hand over her mouth. "You made me drunk! That's not nice... Fucking Mother Superior... not enough beer to make her nice."
Riley shrugged, having to reluctantly put both beer bottles on the floor to coordinate collecting the pills. "Forgot to put 'em all in." He started to put one pill at a time back into the little orange bottle, but paused to take a long drink from one of the beer bottles. "He didn't know anything. Nothing! What the fuck was I s'posed to say, just turning up and being all like a dad. S'not fucking fair."
Tab shook her head and fell back on the sofa as she made a growling noise. "S'not fair! How dare he be all like a dad. Who the hell does he think he is? Our dad?"
Riley nodded. "Yeah, that. That's what he thought and all! Just like for the first time in ever. EVER!" He nearly poked himself in the nose with his bottle trying to find his mouth. "I told him to and he did. He did, you know. He did what I said. Before Christmas, but he didn't say nothing. I didn't even tell him where I live. And you know what? It sucks. I don't even know how to be a fucking son anymore."
Tab took a large swig of her own beer and spilled some down her front when she tried to nod and swallow. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and flipped off the television, imagining it to be their dad. "Fuck him! No, no, don't fuck him! Fuck Mother Superior! He needs to go fuck someone else so he knows what sex feels like." She covered her eyes as she made a gagging noise. "Ewwwwww, I didn't need that visual! But my point, my point is this--" she said as she stabbed the air with her finger, "--you need our Dad, and I need our Dad, and we're just going to somehow deal because I sure as fuck don't remember how to be a daughter."
Riley turned to look at his sister, his face scrunched up in disgust. "I don't wanna think about Dad having sex!" he shrieked. "I don't even wanna think about sex at all 'cause I don't think I remember how to work a condom. That's sad. But those new blue ones are pretty cool. That have stripes." He put three of the pills in his mouth and washed them down with a mouthful of beer. "And I told him, you know? And I told him 'bout Evie, too. Well, not about Evie, but about the ring an' I think he apologised or something. I dunno. I shoulda been in bed. Bed, squirt. An' then he was just fuckin' here without her. An' I remember shit... shit, you know? From when we were kids and shit. I do remember that. He was good. I think..."
"I don't wanna know about your condoms," Tab whined. "I don't think I could work a condom either, and you know what? Luke never wants to fuck me when I'm drunk so maybe it's jus' as well. But he's got a really nice dick. I love his dick..." She shifted so that she had her legs up on the arm rest and her head against Riley. "I told her about me getting married. She didn't fuckin' care, but I tol' her anyways. She can put it in her fuckin' pipe and smoke it. S'why'd he apologise? It's not bad you proposing. S'good. I remember him hugging me at the hospital when you had that accident."
"Stop!" Riley shrieked. "No dicks. Please, no. I'm not drunk enough!" He moved on to the next bottle of pills. "No, he didn't 'pologise for the proposal thing. I think it was 'cause he missed out. Fuck, I hope it wasn't because I did because I wanted to and fuck him if he didn't want me to. I'm gonna get the marriage thing right. I don't ever want to fucking me like him. Ever. Because he sucks. I needed my Dad. I fucking need him. This HIV sperm shit, I could've used my Dad who actually got it and told me it was alright." He lost his wind a little, sighing and grabbing for his beer again. "I r'member him being there when I was sick at night. We were kids. He got it then. Dunno what the fuck happened after that."
Tab snickered at his shriek. It was too easy to wind up her brother. "If he doesn't want you to, then fuck him! You're gonna marry her... she's special. Just like Luke's special, and we're gonna have the marriage that they didn't because we fucking love Evie and Luke. What the fuck happened was that Barbara got to him. Fucking bitch. She's always tryin' t'control us. Pfft. She can't even control her own self. Fuck her! And if he wants to talk sperm, then you just fucking make him, okay? He's our Dad. He can do this shit."
Riley had slumped right down in the seat, his long legs spread out in front of him and his beer resting on his chest. "Said he was lost or somethin'. No... 'got lost'. That's what he said. What's that even fuckin' mean?" he asked, a frown appearing on his face. "I fuckin' needed him and he wasn't there. Lost," he snorted.
Tab raised her bottle as she tried to get the last drop of beer out of it before she tossed it on the table in disgust. "S'lost is just a fuckin' excuse. He's too weak t'say he just got whipped." Tab looked up at her brother and frowned. "We gonna see him?"
Riley sucked in a breath and let it out in a heavy sigh, nodding slowly. "Yeah... yeah, I think we have to," he mumbled.
Tab nodded, and reached for another beer. "Not t'morrow. We'll need that to recover."
"Yup," Riley agreed, probably getting out the only word he wasn't going to slur right now. "Think the only thing I'm gonna get up t'night is my dinner." He picked up his beer and reached over to tap it against the side of Tab's bottle in a toast. "T'fuck all, really," he said with a nod
"T'fuck all!" Tab repeated loudly. "I know I'm going to bring up my dinner too, but I could really go for toasted cheese right now."
Tabitha London Browne & Riley Browne
Original Character & House, MD (OC)
Words: 1249
All muses referenced with permission
Riley's watch for his pills had gone off no less than fifteen minutes earlier... and he was still trying to coordinate the bottles along the coffee table in front of him. He had a half-empty beer bottle braced between his knees and another fresh one in his left hand as he tried to open the first pill bottle one handed and gesture pointedly at his sister. "And I was 'bout to go to bed," he insisted for about the twentieth time since the twelve back of beer had been opened. "I was fucking tired I didn't bloody know what to even say!" He spilled the bottle of pills with his emphasis. "Ah shit..." He leaned over to pick the up and spilled some of the beer from between his legs. "Oh bollocks," he added clumsily.
"What happened to the pill thingy I got you, beanpole?" Tab asked as she rescued his beer to let him have both hands. "I thought it was supp-s'posed to stop the spillage." She let out a giggle and clapped her hand over her mouth. "You made me drunk! That's not nice... Fucking Mother Superior... not enough beer to make her nice."
Riley shrugged, having to reluctantly put both beer bottles on the floor to coordinate collecting the pills. "Forgot to put 'em all in." He started to put one pill at a time back into the little orange bottle, but paused to take a long drink from one of the beer bottles. "He didn't know anything. Nothing! What the fuck was I s'posed to say, just turning up and being all like a dad. S'not fucking fair."
Tab shook her head and fell back on the sofa as she made a growling noise. "S'not fair! How dare he be all like a dad. Who the hell does he think he is? Our dad?"
Riley nodded. "Yeah, that. That's what he thought and all! Just like for the first time in ever. EVER!" He nearly poked himself in the nose with his bottle trying to find his mouth. "I told him to and he did. He did, you know. He did what I said. Before Christmas, but he didn't say nothing. I didn't even tell him where I live. And you know what? It sucks. I don't even know how to be a fucking son anymore."
Tab took a large swig of her own beer and spilled some down her front when she tried to nod and swallow. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and flipped off the television, imagining it to be their dad. "Fuck him! No, no, don't fuck him! Fuck Mother Superior! He needs to go fuck someone else so he knows what sex feels like." She covered her eyes as she made a gagging noise. "Ewwwwww, I didn't need that visual! But my point, my point is this--" she said as she stabbed the air with her finger, "--you need our Dad, and I need our Dad, and we're just going to somehow deal because I sure as fuck don't remember how to be a daughter."
Riley turned to look at his sister, his face scrunched up in disgust. "I don't wanna think about Dad having sex!" he shrieked. "I don't even wanna think about sex at all 'cause I don't think I remember how to work a condom. That's sad. But those new blue ones are pretty cool. That have stripes." He put three of the pills in his mouth and washed them down with a mouthful of beer. "And I told him, you know? And I told him 'bout Evie, too. Well, not about Evie, but about the ring an' I think he apologised or something. I dunno. I shoulda been in bed. Bed, squirt. An' then he was just fuckin' here without her. An' I remember shit... shit, you know? From when we were kids and shit. I do remember that. He was good. I think..."
"I don't wanna know about your condoms," Tab whined. "I don't think I could work a condom either, and you know what? Luke never wants to fuck me when I'm drunk so maybe it's jus' as well. But he's got a really nice dick. I love his dick..." She shifted so that she had her legs up on the arm rest and her head against Riley. "I told her about me getting married. She didn't fuckin' care, but I tol' her anyways. She can put it in her fuckin' pipe and smoke it. S'why'd he apologise? It's not bad you proposing. S'good. I remember him hugging me at the hospital when you had that accident."
"Stop!" Riley shrieked. "No dicks. Please, no. I'm not drunk enough!" He moved on to the next bottle of pills. "No, he didn't 'pologise for the proposal thing. I think it was 'cause he missed out. Fuck, I hope it wasn't because I did because I wanted to and fuck him if he didn't want me to. I'm gonna get the marriage thing right. I don't ever want to fucking me like him. Ever. Because he sucks. I needed my Dad. I fucking need him. This HIV sperm shit, I could've used my Dad who actually got it and told me it was alright." He lost his wind a little, sighing and grabbing for his beer again. "I r'member him being there when I was sick at night. We were kids. He got it then. Dunno what the fuck happened after that."
Tab snickered at his shriek. It was too easy to wind up her brother. "If he doesn't want you to, then fuck him! You're gonna marry her... she's special. Just like Luke's special, and we're gonna have the marriage that they didn't because we fucking love Evie and Luke. What the fuck happened was that Barbara got to him. Fucking bitch. She's always tryin' t'control us. Pfft. She can't even control her own self. Fuck her! And if he wants to talk sperm, then you just fucking make him, okay? He's our Dad. He can do this shit."
Riley had slumped right down in the seat, his long legs spread out in front of him and his beer resting on his chest. "Said he was lost or somethin'. No... 'got lost'. That's what he said. What's that even fuckin' mean?" he asked, a frown appearing on his face. "I fuckin' needed him and he wasn't there. Lost," he snorted.
Tab raised her bottle as she tried to get the last drop of beer out of it before she tossed it on the table in disgust. "S'lost is just a fuckin' excuse. He's too weak t'say he just got whipped." Tab looked up at her brother and frowned. "We gonna see him?"
Riley sucked in a breath and let it out in a heavy sigh, nodding slowly. "Yeah... yeah, I think we have to," he mumbled.
Tab nodded, and reached for another beer. "Not t'morrow. We'll need that to recover."
"Yup," Riley agreed, probably getting out the only word he wasn't going to slur right now. "Think the only thing I'm gonna get up t'night is my dinner." He picked up his beer and reached over to tap it against the side of Tab's bottle in a toast. "T'fuck all, really," he said with a nod
"T'fuck all!" Tab repeated loudly. "I know I'm going to bring up my dinner too, but I could really go for toasted cheese right now."
Tabitha London Browne & Riley Browne
Original Character & House, MD (OC)
Words: 1249
All muses referenced with permission