Monday April 27th 2009
Who: Garret, Rorie, Lily and Finn What: A dinner party and debauchery Where: Rorie's house When: Tuesday Evening Rating: TBD
Finn and his lady friend were coming over, and it was a little exciting. Garret hadn't bothered to tell Mal about the evening, because he had a hunch (which wasn't a hunch so much as it was Finn telling him) that Mal didn't like Finn. But Finn needed socializing, and his girl person probably needed to get out and see other people, so they were coming over for food and drink and talking, and maybe some drunken board games. Who knew? The night was young!
Finn was excited. At least on the inside. He could take Lily with him to his brother's and they could all hang out and eat and be merry and normal and something he had always wanted for so long! If he remembered to breath that is. "Garret said he was buying the Chinese place out, so there's probably something you'll like there. Hopefully at least," he said to Lily as he pulled into the driveway. The drive itself was possibly five minutes, not including the walk to the car. "It'll be fun and they don't know who you really are, so they'll be fine. I promise," Finn said, getting out of the truck and waited for Lily before going to the door.
It wasn't that Lily was nervous. It was just that they were going to a place with people, and Lily didn't do well in places or with people. She was curled up in the passenger's seat the entire ride over, hiding in Rez's old sweatshirt and chewing on the sleeve anxiously. Garret and Rorie might not know who she was, but she would know them. And she would think about laying in Garret's bed after crashing into the display at the liquor store, and seeing Rorie as "that younger Fisher".
"You promised I could drink," she reminded Finn as they pulled up to the house. "And I'm gonna. A lot."
Rorie wasn't sure what was up with the sudden dinner party, but he wasn't going to say no. That would make Garret do even more and then there would be neighbors over and an orgy, he just knew it. So, he didn't argue, he helped clean up what there was and helped get the Chinese ordered. "When did Finn get a roommate?" He asked as he looked at Garret curiously. Apparently there were things happening with Finn and he was in the dark. As usual anymore.
Garret had noticed Rorie and Finn growing apart, and to be honest he was a little glad for it. They had been too dependent on one another for too long, but now they had their own lives and they were growing as people. Still, maybe they could be in touch a little more...
"She's Rez's ex," Garret told Rorie with a shrug, peeking out the window and seeing the truck pull up. "He's one of her only friends I guess so she's staying with him because she and Rez split. She's kinda on suicide watch or whatever, something. Anyway don't talk about it." Pecking a kiss on his younger husband's cheek, Garret opened the door just as Finn was about to open it. "Hello cutie," he said with a grin. "And you too, Finn. Get in the house."
"Yes, I did promise. Just don't be rude about it though," Finn chuckled before he was greeted by Garret. "Oh thanks. You know, I feel so awesome." Letting Lily by first, he followed in and closed the door. "So when's food supposed to get here?" He asked as he slipped his jacket off. "Want me to take that?" Finn held his hand out to Lily so he could take her coat and hang it up for her.
Despite popular belief, Finn could be a perfect gentleman. When he wanted to be of course. Since Lily was having a rough time, he figured being a big, fluffy cushion to land on couldn't hurt her at all. "Did you ask for extra duck sauce?"
Lily was a cutie. Garret took an appreciatve glance as she entered, but tried not to be leery about it. Finn was gonna be in a world of hurt with this girl, he could already tell. She looked just like the kind of girl he went for- small, meek looking but obviously feisty. "Yes, dear, I got your stupid duck sauce to drown your spring rolls in," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "I know how my girls take their food. No offense, only female in a five mile radius of the house," he grinned, giving an apologetic nod to Lily. She seemed both flustered and unimpressed somehow.
"Food should only take about half an hour, I thought we could play cards or something in the meantime. I could steal all your money in poker."
"I'm not allowed to play poker with Finn if I'm against him," Rorie said as he came in from the kitchen. "He won't let me. Says I cheat."
"You do cheat!" Garret interjected. "Bad."
"He counts the cards! You leave him alone with a deck long enough he'll be able to tell you what cards are coming," Finn said pointing at Rorie who just stood there with a frown.
"I don't count them all the time," he grumbled.
"You do too! You caused a bar fight last time we were in Ireland and we had to make like weasels and sneak out to keep from getting pummled!" Finn said making a face. "Stop using your brains for evil, Rorie."
Scoffing a little, Lily hung around the edge of the kitchen, listening to the boys argue and rolling her eyes. "Finn, you read minds, you probably cheat worse than anybody in the entire world. And I can still beat you."
"I was making him focus on Rorie cheating. . . Not me. You ruined my plan!" Finn huffed. "You can. You have. She'd beat the world champion of poker if she could play whoever it is." Lily was good and Finn had learned already not to take her thoughts on her cards seriously.
Smirking, Garret sided up beside Rorie and slipped an arm around him. "I like her," he murmured in his husband's ear, nipping it playfully. "She's funny. And she makes your brother look like an ass, which is a bonus, I think."
Rorie grinned, feeling Garret's arm go around him. "She's. . . Different. Well, different that the last few girls he's been hanging out with. I think they'll be good for each other," he said softly. "It's not hard to make him look like an ass when he does it very well on his own." Rorie chuckled as he leaned back into Garret.
"For one, this girl can actually hear when idiots are talking about her from four feet away," Lily pointed out, twirling a strand of long, black hair in her fingers. It was down to her tits tonight. "And we're not 'together' so can you stop acting like we're a couple?" Looking at Finn, she frowned at him. "You promised me booze, O'Bannon. Worst boyfriend ever."
"Talk to the gossiping home owners. They're the ones with the booze and food," Finn said as he pointed a thumb at Rorie and Garret. "Besides, I don't remember to agreeing to any boyfriend status. Should I have seen paper work or something like that?" He snickered as Rorie rolled his eyes and went to the cabinets and started to dig out half filled and full and nearly empty bottle of rum, tequila, whiskey and the like.
"I don't want you as a boyfriend," Lily told Finn flatly, joining Rorie in the cabinets and "helping" him take things down. "You smell like bleach and you snore too much. Oh, and one time, you told me I had huge knockers while you were sleeping." That last part was made up, but it seemed plausible and she hoped Finn would get flustered a little.
"He once told me I have huge knockers," Garret chuckled, hopping up to sit on the counter. "He was awake though. Dickface."
"I clean for a living! I'm sorry that I'm not fresh smelling like other people!" Finn huffed, getting grumpy a bit. Why did everyone have to jump on him about his smell? He couldn't help it! "I did not! I know I didn't because I don't say knockers." Which was what gave him some reprieve before Garret joined in. "I don't say knockers!" He cried, getting high pitched as Rorie just snickered in the corner.
Grabbing the bottle of rum (which was mostly empty anyway), Lily sought out a glass from the cabinet and poured it in straight. She would have chugged right from the bottle, but she was a guest here. "You just said 'knockers' twice," she pointed out before taking a sip. Coconut. Not bad.
Grabbing the bottle of rum (which was mostly empty anyway), Lily sought out a glass from the cabinet and poured it in straight. She would have chugged right from the bottle, but she was a guest here. "You just said 'knockers' twice," she pointed out before taking a sip. Coconut. Not bad.
"Not in everyday conversation!" Finn squeaked, taking a bottle of whiskey and a glass as well. "I mean, I say titties and boobs, but not the 'k' word," he said, making sure to not actually say it.
Meanwhile Rorie was making his phone of use and filming the conversation. He never knew when he'd use it for blackmailing purposes.
"The K Word?" Garret asked, an eyebrow raised. "Are you kidding me?" Crossing his arms, Garret leaned back against the cabinets and got himself mighty comfortable. "Please, Finn, explain to us all how titties is less of a dirty word than knockers." Oh this was too good. He was grinning from ear to ear, watching Finn with twinkling eyes.
"It's not dirtier, just less classy," Finn said making a face at them before downing his small bit of whiskey. "I like to think I'm a classy guy." To this Rorie burst into a fit of giggles.
"Since when are you classy?" Rorie asked his older brother as he watched him and Lily and Garret. Oh this was going to be so much fun the next day. Maybe he could catch him dancing with Garret or Pete.
"Finn has lots of class," Lily said softly, swirling her drink in the glass. "Just this morning he stopped scratching his balls when he noticed I'd walked into the kitchen. I felt like a princess." Raising her glass to Finn in a toast, she drank it all down.
"See! I can be classy," Finn said, toasting with Lily. "I make my friends feel like royalty." He poured some more whiskey before getting another two glasses out. "We're not the only one's drinking. You two light weights get over here and help us demolish this stash," he said, pouring them a bit before handing out the glasses, realizing Rorie was filming. "You sneak!" He cried, setting the glass down going after his brother, whe was quite faster and more limber than he.
"Ah!" Rorie squealed before he managed to avoid Finn till he could slip behind Garret and use him as a human shield. "Defend my honor, husband!"
Ah, boys. The art of brotherhood had always been lost on Garret, the onliest child one could ever hope to meet. So watching Rorie and Finn was both entertaining and educational. Sliding off the counter when the chase began, because he had a feeling he would either need to act as goalie or gatekeeper. Or human shield.
"Okay, Rorie's honor," he said in an authoritative voice, holding up his hands to halt Finn. "Consider yourself defended." After a pause, making sure both brothers understood the terms, Garret slipped his iPhone out of his pocket and handed it over to Finn, pushing the camera button on the screen. "But Rorie's dignity is on its own I'm afraid. Yeah, just hit the icon that looks like a video camera, that'll start recording..."
"If you boneheads are gonna make a porno, can I go home?" Lily asked, grabbing another bottle of liquor and pouring herself another glass. "I don't need to see this."
"Nooooo! Don't help him!" Rorie pouted as he kept his camera trained on Finn's camera and vice versa. "Bah! Traitor!" Taking the glass from Garret he drank it before setting it down. "No booze for the traitors," he huffed before turning to Lily. "Believe me, porno's at the very bottom of the list of things to do. Like. . . maybe above genocide." That's about as far down and you could get on Rorie's list.
"I claim no sides," Garret said innocently. The kids could get drunk tonight, he should probably stay sober. Someone needed to keep a clear head and make sure nobody burned the place down. But then again... he had just gotten that beautiful new bottle of Johnny Walker Black. It was calling to him, begging. Pleading. "This is my house and I'll drink if I want. And I'm not gonna share my good stuff because you're both stupid." Stepping away, he headed to the cabinet above the fridge, grabbing his shiny new bottle of whiskey.
"I live here too!" Rorie whined. "Fine, I'll put the camera up," he sighed before turning his phone off and putting it in his pocket. "Truce." Holding out his hand, Rorie looked at Finn who was still filming. "I will break that phone and Garret can buy a new one," he threatened before the phone was put down.
"Fine truce," Finn sighed before shaking Rorie's hand. "No more blackmail cameras. Cross my heart."
"Hur hur," Rorie rolled his eyes before going over to Garret and wrapping his arms around him from behind. "Love you."
"Love you too," Garretv said dismissively. "Now get off me, lemur. You're not gettin' any." He knew Rorie wouldn't be the problem. If anyone was going to go chasing after his pretty whiskey, it would be Finn. And he knew he could take Finn. Unscrewing the cap, Garret sniffed it, smiled, and took a sip. "Mmmm," he purred. "Perfection."
"Pleeeeeeeeease?" Rorie whined, trying to snake his ridiculously long arms around to grab the bottle. He could reach it if he really tried. Just a bit further. . .
Finn himself was already plotting as he moved next to Lily who was being quiet and taking care of herself with her drink. "If we're lucky, they'll skip the mating ritual tonight and forget they can have sex," he said, taking a drink of his own glass.
Lily had been keeping to herself, fingers gripping the glass in her hands. Johnny Walker Black. Jon. She felt pathetic even being reminded of Rez from something so stupid. But it made her miss him even more, and that made her wish she was already completely hammered. "Maybe," she said sadly, taking a sip. Ninety-nine bananas? How had she managed to pour this into a glass and not notice? Oh well. It tasted like bananas.
"You okay?" Finn asked a bit quieter, ignoring Rorie and Garret. Lily just. . . Looked and felt down and low. "Do you wanna just go back to the apartment? I'll go grab some stuff and we'll take it back," he offered. It would kinda be rude to just leave after all the food had been ordered, but it'd be more rude to just have Lily sit there miserable while he was having a blast with friends. Besides, Garret and Rorie would understand.
Shaking her head, Lily chewed her bottom lip a minute. "No," she said, sniffing and then taking a long, forced drink. "No. I wanna stay here. They were nice enough to invite us, we should stay. I'll be okay." Plastering a smile on her face, she looked at Finn. "I'm good. Here, try some. It tastes like bananas."
"Okay. I'm just making sure," Finn said as he gave her wrist a squeeze. It was less familiar than the knee and more personal than a pat on the back and not as weird as a squeeze of the hand. Taking the glass, he smelt it before tasting it. "Mmm, good. Should make pina coladas with it," he said. "Or do you not like mixed drinks? Just like your liquor straight?"
Lily and Finn were obviously having a moment. When depressed people had moments with the person who was caring for them, it usually meant something sad was going on. And since Garret had invited Finn and his lady friend over, it was his job to keep them happy. Putting a hand on Rorie's chest and pushing him away, Garret went over to Finn and Lily and wedged himself right in between them. "Mixed drinks? I can mix the fuck out of a... drink... are you straight up chugging my banana schnapps?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Getting bumped aside, Lily frowned, looking past Garret at Finn. This guy had no concept of personal space, obviously. "I am," she admitted. "Not my finest move, but then again I didn't claim to be classy." Handing her host the glass, she added "Mix away, if you want. I'll drink just about anything."
"A quality I look for in a girl," Garret winked, giving Finn a 'she's a keeper' look.
"Just go mix the drink," Finn said rolling his eyes as he pushed Garret out from between him and Lily, partially because he got the annoyance from her and partially because he had his own spacial issues. Lily was like a cat. You didn't go up to her and act all friendly or you'd get scratched. Lily had to come up to you. That was how Finn did it anyways. It made her comfortable because she had control over it and he was giving her as much as he could within reason.
Sighing a little, Lily nudged Finn with her shoulder. "Thanks," she said softly. "That guy is like a cat, just wedges himself in wherever he can fit. It's like trying to watch Thing sleep in that Mcdonalds bag." Despite being far too large, Thing was determined to sleep in a place that smelled like old french fries. And Garret was apparently determined to just be in everywhere.
"Yeah. Usually he takes the bags under the bed to sleep on them. Garret, not Thing," Finn chuckled. "Though you gotta admit it, he can be interesting to watch. Remember the fish bowel? I didn't even notice for like five minutes." Thing had decided to get into the fish bowel that Finn kept spare change in. The cat only managed to get in his front half and his tail was left out while everything else was smooshed down. "My God. . . Garret's a cat," he snickered. "I should get him a furry butt plug."
"No you shouldn't!" Rorie piped in from across the room, looking up at them wide eyed. Finn just looked back at him.
"How did you hear that? We're just above whispering?"
"Ears," Rorie said, pointing to his own. "I'm like a bat."
Rifling through the fridge, Garret had found a few interesting things. Apparently there was yogurt in there, and someone had snuck banana popsicles into the freezer! Score. "And just like all the bats I've met," Garret piped in, "I'm gonna shoo you out of the house with a tennis racket and try to hit you with my car." He was definitely not a fan of bats. "Anyway. I found those banana popsicles, so I'm gonna grind 'em in the blender and add some schnapps and make really cheap margaritas. Does that suit the lady?"
Garret was a cat. And Lily could picture him with a furry butt plug, and he didn't look half bad. Head cocked slightly, she pondered this a moment. "Sounds good to me," she replied with a shrug. "I like cheap stuff. And banana popsicles."
"Don't you dare come near me with a tennis racket," Rorie huffed, giving Garret warning. "My Popsicles! Don't use them all!" He cried, rushing to the fridge to make sure that Garret didn't take them all. Those were some of the things that he got to eat if Mal watched him on the full and he loved them!
"You are the strangest boy I've ever met," Finn said shaking his head as Rorie double checked to make sure there were some left.
"Do you know how hard it is to find banana popsicles this time of year?" Rorie huffed.
"Do you realize how neurotic you sound right now?" Finn grinned before turning to Garret and Lily. "Hence her staying with me. I'm cheap all around. Even my cat's cheap."
Rolling his eyes with exaggeration, Garret sighed. "Baby, they're popsicles. I will buy you more popsicles. I will get them shipped in from China to get you more popsicles. Don't get your boy panties in a complicated little knot." Sliding them off their sticks, Garret dropped a crapload of popsicles into the blender, then poured in a good healthy dose of schnapps. "Finn your brother is spoiled. I blame you. And I blame you because I don't wanna blame myself." Kicking on the blender, Garret shouted over the noise "Rorie! Is food here yet??"
"I do not have my boy panties in a knot, I just. . . Like my popsicles," Rorie sighed. "Besides, the ones from China are kinda eh. The ones from Canada rock."
"He's liked them a long time. It was like this when he was 5," Finn sighed rolling his eyes as Rorie went to the door right as the delivery man was coming up the driveway. He paid for the food and brought it to the kitchen.
"There! Food! Pick out what you like. I'll get plates and forks," Rorie said as he went about bustling in the kitchen.
Rorie and Garret were funny. Lily was almost glad that Finn had dragged her out of the house tonight. The two guys sounded like an old married couple, and they looked really happy together. She sighed a little, sadly. Two happy people who didn't have kids. Why couldn't things stay simple like this?
"I'll help," she offered to Rorie, letting Garret and Finn make fun of the little guy while they poured out popsicle margaritas. "Thanks for inviting us over. And sorry you're related to Finn."
"Thanks," Rorie said as he let Lily help him unpack the food. "No problem. Sorry you're living with him." It wasn't genuine condolences. He loved his brother and knew he was a real good guy. "And the cat. The cat's my fault too. I picked it up one day before Christmas. It was in a box outside a grocery store and I couldn't just leave it, so I brought it home and gave it to Finn."
Frowning, Lily shot Rorie a look. "Gee thanks," she said sarcastically. "I sure do love that cat. Who I think has been stealing my underwear." At least, she hoped it was Thing. Because if it was Finn, there would be problems.
Coming up behind Rorie with a glass of concoction for Lily, Garret gave the boy a hearty squeeze on his flat little butt. "Drinks are done. I saved you one popsicle to tide you over."
"Probably. It did that while it lived here first," Rorie said. "It would get into mine and Garret's!" He cried when Garret grabbed his bum unexpectedly. "Oh, thank you. I'll be sure to cherish it."
"Whiner," Finn said as he came over and picked out a spring roll and chomped down on it while holding a glass of the concoction. "It's really good, actually. Might even put in a bit of coconut rum and make it a pina colada margarita thing."
"You drink like a bitch!" Lily declared, sipping her own beverage. Damn, Finn was right. The rum would've made it totally awesome. "And you eat like a bitch. Put some meat in your mouth, Finn, I know you like it."
"You've never seen me drink and I don't like meat," Finn said rolling his eyes. "I choose not to eat it due to a traumatizing experience of my school health class showing how animals are butchered. As for the other meat, I don't like it either."
"Biiiiiiiiiitch," Lily piped up, and Garret had to join in too. "I have seen you drink," he said, "And you are always a bitch when you do it." Taking the same stance as Finn, Garret put on his best Mocking Face and set on an Irish accent. "I cannae handle how a cow gets smashed in the 'ead with a 'ammer t'make me burgers, buh thinkin' 'bout how barley and oat decomposes t'make me bitter don't twitch me stomach none." Breaking into a grin, he added "An' now I'm gonna glare atche cuz yer mockin' meh. Waaaaah."
"What accent is that? Was that even English?" Rorie asked making a face before piling his plate with food. "We don't sound anything like that. I'm a little insulted." Grabbing some duck sauce and loading up another plate with only veggie stuffs, he handed it to Finn. "Besides, the biggest bitch is the one I married. I wanted you to do laundry the other day and instead of doing it, you hid it under the bed. It took more effort to do that than it does to do laundry." Finn did appreciate the back up since it seemed he was the one that was getting ganged up on.
"You sound like that," Garret informed his husband. "Only worse. Half the time it's garbled and so stereotypical I'm pretty sure you're completely faking it. And I told you, I don't do laundry. You seperate them like it's the 1960s and I refuse to be a part of your segregation." Besides, Garret just hated doing laundry. He would have rather just sent it all out to be done, but Rorie insisted on doing it at the house because he was particular and blah blah. Garret had kind of stopped listening to the reason when he wasn't getting his own way from it.
"You're lazy," Rorie said giving Garret a look. "E tu hai i segni più grandi pattino in mutande. Non parlare non credo che sarai sempre un divertimento virtuale a mezzanotte più. Jerk."
Finn sat there and stared at his brother for a moment before giving Garret a look. "You're disgusting. . ."
Scoffing, Garret grabbed a pint of the shrimp and sat down in one of the dining room chairs. "I've got Rosetta Stone," he said haughtily. "E tu sei pieno di merda e non hai culo. E tuo fratello un aspetto migliore di te nudo. You wanna get petty, I can get petty, baby."
Rorie ignored Lily and just stared at Garret. He didn't say anything. Sometimes when they joked around things went a bit far and Rori thought things went right there. Instead of commenting or arguing or even acknowledging anything, he just silently ate his food while wondering when Garret saw his brother naked and why and if he was just saying that. Of course with Garret he probably wasn't.
Finn sat there feeling very awkward about the whole situation. "I think there done," he said, picking at his food a moment before eating a few bites quietly and sipping his drink, not looking at Garret or Rorie.
This had gotten awkward very fast. And that look on Rorie's face... ugh. There were a few things Rorie was entirely too sensitive about, and things regarding his brother was one of those things. "I've never seen Finn naked," Garret said after a minute, which was half a lie. He had seen the vital parts of Finn's nudity, but he had never seen him fully unclothed. Which was what naked was.
"Oh my God, is that what you guys were talking about??" Lily asked, looking between the three of them. "Why the hell are we talking about Finn being naked? What brought that up?" Turning to Finn, she stared at him a minute, then snorted in laughter. "Who the hell hasn't seen you naked, dude? What are you, some kind of nudist?"
"Doesn't matter. You win. Like always," Rorie said, continuing to eat. Garret always had to be the one on top. Always the best. It didn't bother Rorie so much, but in these instances, with the teasing, it did.
"I have no idea why they're talking about me being naked and no, he has not seen me naked," Finn said rolling his eyes. "You haven't seen me naked. You don't wanna see me naked. Might make you pass out," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Couples. They were cute, but they always ended up fighting, and that was annoying to be caught in the middle of. "I've seen you naked," Lily shrugged, stabbing a boneless rib with her fork. "Like... three times in the past two days. Once you were coming out of the shower and I was brushing my hair, and once when you were changing with the door open, and once when you came home from work and you got undressed and you thought I was asleep but I wasn't." Giving Finn a wink, she took a bite. The booze was kicking in finally and the iciness coming from Rorie was not affecting her. "You know you got a cat scratch on your ass cheek?"
Mouth full, Garret looked up at Finn. "Why the hell is your cat getting that close to your ass?"
"Oh yeah," Finn said, pausing and actually thinking. "I don't realize it. I forget you're there sometimes because you're just pretty chilled out there." At the mention of the cat scratch, he chuckled. "I was just out of the shower and I was changing and I went to sit on the bed for a second without realizing that Thing was there and I sat on his tail. So, he scratched my ass. Hurt like a mother fucker."
"I hate your cat," Garret grumbled, shaking his head. "That thing is horrible and I rue the day Rorie brought it back from the bowels of hell."
"Well, my cat hates you too, so I think it's even ground," Finn said, glancing at Rorie who was cooling off a bit while he ate. "My cat hates everyone. Well, except for me and apparently Lily, but Lily doesn't mess with him and lets him go about sleeping in small McDonald's sacks."
"Your cat likes me because everyone likes me. It's my curse. Totally ironic because I really don't like anyone. Present company kind of excluded." She glanced over at Garret and Rorie, then smirked at Finn.
"Kind of? I'll remember that next time you want back tickles," Finn said giving her a playful look. "Or a foot massage. In fact, I'll take your drink while I'm thinking about it and then we'll talk about how much you like the present company," he said grabbing her drink and holding it out of her reach with a grin.
Whining a little, Lily pouted, then turned her pout to Rorie. "Can I have Garret's whiskey?" she asked pitifully. "Your brother took my drink."
"Sure," Rorie said, using his powers to give Lily the entire bottle. Garret wanted to say he liked Finn naked better than his husband? Okay. He gets to share his precious whiskey then.
Reaching futilly for his whiskey, Garret's expression fell. "But!" he protested, grasping for it in longing but not reaching it. "But... but..." His bottom lip wibbled a minute, and then he sighed. "My booze... but it's brand new..." And Lily was a guest. And she was a girl, and a cute one at that, and if that pout had been turned on him he would have given it to her. Hell, she could have gotten his watch if she's pouted like that. "Fine," he grumbled.
Rorie didn't say anything. Just had a small smirk on his face. It made him a little happy, when it probably shouldn't, but he wasn't going to say anything else and envoke the wrath of Garret even more because the whiskey was gone.
Garret didn't blame Rorie for smirking. There were so few times when Rorie could get away with making Garret unhappy without getting some kind of repercussion. With a little pouty grunt, Garret rubbed his leg against Rorie's under the table. "Meanie," he brooded, though there was a smile obvious in his tone.
"Thank you, Rorie," Lily smiled, uncapping the bottle and taking a defiant drink right from it. As she swallowed, a look of triumph was shot at Finn.
"No problem," Rorie said as rubbed Garret's leg back. They were even. No more teasing though. Last thing he wanted was to feel grumbly again so soon. "You like it when I'm mean though," he smirked, looking at Garret and puckering his lips together.
"But-but-but-" Finn whimpered as Lily took a drink of the whiskey. "Roommates?" He offered, hoping it would get him something.
Mulling it over for a moment, Lily took another drink and grimmaced as it burned its way down. "Well....... okay. But only because you've been totally awesome since... well y'know." Clearing her throat slightly, she handed over the bottle and looked back down at her plate. She needed to force herself to stop thinking about Jon.
"Mmm, I do," Garret purred to Rorie, leaning closer to him to steal a kiss before seeing his whiskey being handed over to Finn. "Augh!" he cried out, "Damnit!" Well this was just completely unfair. Because of course, he couldn't take it away from Finn either, because... well because. "I guess I'm sharing," he sighed, his turn to pout now.
"Since ever," Finn said, giving Lily a quick wink before taking a bit swing of it. "Whoo! That's the good stuff," he grinned, grimacing at the burning. "I think I might throw up with that batch."
"No throwing up! Go to the bathroom or outside. I refuse to have that stink in the house, it takes forever and an arsenal to get it out," Rorie frowned. "Pete threw up once. On the tile. It stank for three weeks," he huffed, scooting closer to Garret.
Putting an arm around Rorie, Garret had to note "To be fair, Pete had just eaten the contents of the kitchen trash can, so it was small wonder that whatever had come out of him didn't smell like roses." Pointing at Finn, he added "And there is no puking up my whiskey. It is a treasure and you will treat it as such. And give it back!"
Rorie laughed as he leaned against Garret, but took the whiskey that was handed towards them and took his own drink. Of course, despite Garret's protests, the bottle was quickly emptied with a few others that were only partially full before anything else was tapped. Finn was feeling really good and Rorie was finally getting buzzed.
"Truth or dare!" Finn cried as he got out shot glasses, with the help of the giggling Rorie as well as Rorie's special Irish whiskey he'd gotten for Christmas. Giving it a quick kiss, he broke the seal and took the first swig before taking it over to the table for them.
As the meal went on, the alcohol seemed to evaporate from the bottles and everyone stopped talking as much as they started laughing. Everything was funny. Lily even had to admit to herself that this evening was really fun. Rorie and Garret were funny when they were drunk, and Finn was just... Finn. Fuckin' weird as usual. Like thinking truth or dare was the kind of thing drunk adults should be playing. "No!' Lily protested, swaying a little as she stood up. "We're not fifteen, are we?"