Elliot couldn't stop grinning. This was just like old times, teasing David mercilessly, and it became all the more amusing when the younger man got fed up with it all. Between sips of his fourth glass of brandy, Elliot watched as David crawled unsteadily over to his sleeping bag and climbed in.
"He's fine," he replied to Rae, reclining against the wall. "By morning, he won't remember a thing. And then we can tease him some more."
Elliot nudged David's sleeping bag with his foot and snorted. He really would feel bad about making fun of his brother in front of Rae. For now, though, it was far too amusing.