“We’re goung to your room to get more.” Madylin said with a smile as she exited the elevator, pulling Jay along behind her.
“Your best friend is drunk. We have to take care of his dumb ass. You’re lucky Madylin was with him because if it was anyone else they’d have taken advantage of him.” Paris said pushing in the door and pulling Brennan in beside her, putting the door stopper thing out so Madylin and Jay could get in.
“You find him some clean clothes Incase he throws up, I’m going to make sure there’s towels and stuff ready Incase we have to bathe him. Do y’all have ginger ale?” Paris asked as she walked into the bathroom.
Jay grinned again and stumbled behind Madylin, mumbling strings of words that couldn’t be deciphered in his drunken mess.
Brennan’s jaw dropped. He scrambled for words, “Drunk? No, Jay isn’t old enough to drink. Are you sure? Maybe- Maybe you misheard?” Brennan was too stunned to move. Jay just couldn’t be drunk. Brennan would have known about it.
“”He’s drunk alright” Madylin said from the door that she just walked through with Jay. She snatched the empty bottle from Jays hand and took him to the bed.
“Help me get him into bed please” Madylin said to Brennan.
Brennan looked at his friend. His eyes were drooping and a lazy smile was on his face. Jay stumbled over to him, and Brennan had no choice but to hold his best friend up, still in shock. Jay spoke with a smile on his face, “I was told there -hic- would be more drinks -hic- here.”
Brennan looked at his friend with shocked eyes and spoke with a firm voice he had never used before, “No, there are not- You are never drinking again,” Gosh… Jay drank. How many times had he done this before? All those nights when Jay had come back late and collapsed on Brennan’s bed… Brennan grabbed his friend’s forearms and hauled him into the bed. Jay collapsed his face into the pillow, and Brennan rolled him onto his side.
“I want more, Brennnnnnan,” Jay drawled, tugging on his arm.
Brennan sat down next to his friend and looked him dead in the eyes, “No.” Jay pouted, and Brennan frowned.
“Also I learned some interesting news that we’ll have to ask him about when he sobers up.” Madylin said with a mischievous smile.
“Brennan do y’all have ginger ale and Tylenol? Actually Midol might be better.” Paris called from the bathroom.
“I don’t know, I don’t think so,” Brennan called, looking helplessly at Jay, who’s eyes were drooping enough not to notice. Brennan looked over at Paris, “Can he just sleep it off?”
“Sure. But I mean for when he wakes up. He’ll have a bad hang over from the looks of him.” Paris said walking out with a cold damp wash cloth to put on his head. “I’m going to the store then. Need anything?” She asked walking to the door.
“Swedish fish please!” Madylin called from her place next to Jay on the bed. She ended up beside him on the other side of the bed, legs tucked under her.
“I think I’m good…” Brennan mumbled. He was at a loss. His friend had gotten drunk. After Paris closed the door, Jay’s eyes fluttered open more, “She’s boring. Is she getting more -hic- drinks?”
“No, Jay,” Brennan said firmly. Jay sat up.
“I like you, Brennan. I like you a -hic- lot,” Jay said, a sudden drunken seriousness washing over him. Brennan stared at him.
“You’ve always been a good friend,” Brennan said, confusion gone. Jay was just talking about how good friends they were. Brennan smiled, “Lay back down before you pass out and hurt yourself.”
It was like blinking an eye. One moment, Jay looked like he was laying back down. The next moment Jay was right next to him, his lips pressing into Brennan’s. Brennan nearly jumped back, falling off the bed with a thud. A look of shock what covering his face. Jay had… Brennan involuntarily shuddered. Jay looked at the floor, and Brennan couldn’t read his emotions, “I-“ Brennan didn’t know what to say.
Madylin snorted from her place on the bed.
“Well I guess we don’t have to ask about the news I found out.”
Paris walked back to her hotel room and grabbed her purse. She walked to the elevator and down to the car garage when she arrived on the ground floor.
Jay laid back on the bed, on his side, and said nothing. Tears lined his eyes. Brennan didn’t know what to do. What to say. He felt terrible but he couldn’t just- Brennan looked at Madylin’s hopelessly. He’s just drunk, he’s just drunk, he’s just drunk, he’s just drunk, he’s just drunk, Brennan repeated in his head. He knew the words were just a cover up. Jay tooked his head into the pillow, his shoulders shaking a bit. Brennan was supposed to be his Brest friend, and when Jay needed it the most, Brennan couldn’t comfort him.
Madylin put her hand on Jays shoulder in comfort, not being able to do much else, As he was laying down. She smiled up and Brennan who had a semi frantic look on his face.
Paris got to her Jeep in the parking garage and took off to the store to get ginger ale, midol and Swedish fish.
(Jay and Brennan: Friendship cracking, awkward moments, jay’s crying, Brennan’s panicking out of his mind
Paris: Just going out shopping, that’s all)
Brennan got up off the floor and walked next to the bed. He cautiously put a hand on his friend’s arm. Jay flinched, and Brennan withdrew, “I- I’m sorry.”
Jay looked up at him with pained eyes, “I’m just a freak.”
Those few words coming out of his best friend’s mouth was enough to start he internal wildfire of guilt inside Brennan. He caused this. And he still didn’t know what to say.
(Well in her defense, she doesn’t know what’s going on. She’s not there to see it)
Madylin gave Jay a gentle sleaze on the shoulder and got up. She walked up to Brennan and grabbed his hand, more or less dragging him out on the hotel room balcony. “This isn’t your fault. You have no reason to be mad at yourself.” She said as soon as the door closed behind them.
Paris arrived at Walmart, which was just down the road, and walked inside. She grabbed a grocery basket and hung it from her arm as she walked towards the medicine to get Midol.
(Yeah but it’s still funny when you read their perspectives side by side lol)
“I-“ Brennan started helplessly, “I hurt him. I really hurt him, Madylin.”
“No, you didn’t. He. Is. Drunk. Maybe he’s gay, and that’s okay, but you’re not and he has to respect that. Don’t you dare feel bad for him not thinking straight.” Madylin said, ands flailing and fingers pointing.
“But-“ Brennan sighed, “But I still can’t be there for him. I don’t know how,” Brennan glannced back at the apartment, “And he’s going to regret all of tonight.”
“He’s not going to remember it. He’s black out drunk. I’ve seen people get drunk like this before.” She said with a pause then looked at him, “You have to tell him that it’s okay, and that you support him 100%. You may not swing that way, but you obviously still support him. You probably know other guys that are gay right? I mean Paris has two dads. Just be there for him, and talking about girls and talking about guys can be a little different but not much.”
“Are you sure he’s not going to remember it?” Brennan asked hesitantly.
“Maybe bits and pieces at most. He won’t rememer majority of it if he remembers any at all.” She justified
“Ok. Okay,” Brennan said, nodding his head as if affirming it for himself. He looked at the sky, the stars shining down, “We should get back in. Paris will probably come back soon.”
Paris walked out of walmart, a 12 pack of ginger ale cans in one hand, swedish fish and midol in a grocery bag in the other. She stuck the groceries in the passenger seat, and got in the drivers seat and drove back towards the hotel.
"Okay" Madylin replied, and opened the door for Brennan.
Brennan walked in, Jay still in a state of half-sleep on the bed. Brennan resisted the urge to glance over at his friend. He sat down on the chair, using his peripheral vision to look at Jay.
Madylin followed him in. when he sat down she squeezed Brennans shoulder and then walked over to the bed and sat beside Jay.
Jay had his eyes closed, but his uneven breathing was proof that he was still awake. One eye fluttered open when Madylin approached, “I need another drink.” Brennan frowned from afar. Jay sounded so dejected, compared to his usual attitude.
Madylin hushed him and sat cross-cross on the bed, her head in her hands.
Paris pulled into the parking garage and parked close to an exit. She grabbed the bags and got out of her car, headed towards the building.
