Challenge #85: drunk, high, horny
Title: Murder Mystery Author: dirtylttlescret A/N: Also, based on a request in qaf_bunnies by cryforwhat. Condoms: 6 to Hunter
“What are we doing here?” Brian said as they approached Debbie’s front door.
“It’s game night and I said we’d go. I never get to see them anymore.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Brian. “You’re in the Pitts practically every other weekend.”
“But a certain greedy someone monopolizes my time whenever I’m here,” said Justin, nuzzling the crook of his neck.
“I asked you last time if you wanted to go to Michael and Ben’s for dinner, to which you responded by sitting in my lap and shoving my dick up your ass.”
“I was horny,” said Justin unapologetically.
“Obviously,” said Brian, groping his ass as he knocked on the door. Debbie opened it.
“Sunshine!” she squealed, wrapping him in a bear hug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.”
“That’s because you haven’t,” said Justin.
“Well come in. There’s cannelloni on the stove.”
Brian followed him inside, greeting everyone and giving Michael a hug before pouring himself a double. “How was your trip to the Merry Land of the Munchers?”
“Do you really care?”
“No.”
“They’re great. Gus asked about you the whole time.”
“Ducky,” said Brian, but he couldn’t hide the grin on his face.
“Everyone ready to have some fun?” asked Emmett, holding out a fedora with paper slips inside. “Now listen up, this game is called Mafia. Everyone takes a slip from the hat, but make sure that no one else sees what’s on your paper.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “There’s not enough alcohol in the world to get me drunk enough to play this game.”
“You play nicely, and I promise to let you do that thing you want to do later tonight,” Justin whispered into his ear.
Brian drained his glass and quietly took a slip of paper from the hat.
Two hours later, Brian, Michael, and Ted were sitting off to the side, strategizing who their next choice was going to be.
“I’m going to go with Carl. The fact that he’s been extremely quiet this round is very telling,” said Ted seriously.
“Yeah, but how do we know one of us isn’t secretly in the Mafia?” asked Michael.
“Because you couldn’t keep a secret if it was hidden in your ass Mikey,” Brian laughed, slightly drunk.
“Hey!” said Debbie. “No secret alliances you three. What do you think this is? Survivor: Pittsburgh?”
“Has everyone made their decision?” asked Emmett.
Everyone gathered back in the living room for the final round. Ben, Blake, and Emmett had all been offed. Only a few people remained.
“We think that Carl and Justin are members of the Mafia,” said Michael, acting as group spokesman.
“Sorry sweetie,” said Debbie, kissing Carl on the cheek and leaving a smear of lipstick. “I say Carl and Brian.”
“It’s okay honey. I choose Brian and Justin,” said Carl.
Justin shook his head. “Are you guys high?” he said. “It’s so obvious. Debbie, Michael, the jig is up.”
“Bullshit,” laughed Brian.
“Okay everyone, lay ‘em down,” said Emmett.
Tension was high as everyone opened their palms one by one. Finally, Michael and Debbie opened their hands to reveal two slips of paper with black X’s.
“Yes!” yelled Justin, jumping up from the couch. “I win!”
“You traitor!” said Brian, pushing Michael away from him playfully. “After everything I’ve done for you Mikey, after all these years, I can’t believe you would manipulate me like that. I’m wounded.”
“Great job Deb,” said Carl, patting her on the back. “You had me fooled.”
“As for you,” Brian pointed at Justin. “Come here twat. I’m horny, and you’re going to pay.”