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 Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:54 am
He was lying on his stomach on his bed flipping through a book. Kay was lurking...somewhere in the house but thankfully it was the quiet kind of lurking. Everyone else had gone out for some reason or another. Tek had gone elsewhere wishing to do something, Quint hadn't really caught it all and simply told the boy to come to him if anyone gave him any s**t he couldn't handle, especially after the one time Tek left and came back with a bloodied nose. Once Tek left it seemed that Switch and Kale decided to take advantage and went out for a date night. It felt like everyone tiptoed around each other. It was mildly annoying in his eyes but it wasn't like anyone was going to listen to him.
The teenaged shark flipped the page quietly and stared at the letters but not really reading them. He was more distracted with keeping an ear out for a certain annoyance. Quint grudgingly liked Kay but the fellow teen had various annoying habits. Like taunting him or trying to catch him unawares.
Kay had gleefully waved to Tek as he departed; Quint seemed to Mother Hen over the boy, but personally Kay thought the brat deserved everything he got. He of course found out how Tek's nose ended up the way it did, and, naturally, he laughed about it. It was a lesson really; don't piss off Faris. Switch and Kale's leaving didn't surprise him, since everything they did they seemed to do based on Tek, which he supposed he understood; no amount of discipline could stop him, and he seemed to have a serious grudge against Kale. However, with the brother and parents gone...it meant he had the house to himself. Well, to be specific, to himself and Quint, but it might as well have been to himself. Stroking his chin thoughtfully and staring up towards the light that flooded from their room, Kay slunk into the fridge, grabbing a couple of the coolers he'd convinced Switch to let him keep there.
For once, Kay made his way to the room without the Bratty Brother motive...but he did balance one of the two coolers on Quint's head. "Party time~" He announced happily, his index finger the only thing keeping the bottle grounded on Quint's Crown.
If Kay had left him alone all evening that would have been just fine by him but alas it seemed that wishes weren't meant to come true at least not this wish. He closed his eyes as he felt the bottle resting on top of his head, "What party?" he mumbled his hands moving to cover the pages for no real reason other than to protect it from potentially getting spilled on depending on what happened. After a few moments, however, he let a hand reach up to grasp the bottle and bring it down to eyelevel.
"Was wondering where you were slinking around," he said while he was still reaching for the bottle.
"The epically wild party downstairs. Buffet, Food, Hookers, Booze, loud music." The Shaman teased, releasing his hold on the bottle to let Quint take it. His own wasn't even opened yet, but he sat down on the end of his Brother's bed, stretching out to lean against the wall. As always, his idea of personal space was failing, but thanks to the book Quint had in front of him, it kept Kay from getting obnoxiously close. "Old Man Must be getting deaf." He added to his tease, reaching out to flick a bit of Quint's blue-gray hair. "But seriously, you can read and you DO read all the time, we got the house to ourselves for once, let's do s**t."
Quint looked over the bottle but didn't move to open. He didn't really care as much as he used to that Kay touched him or leaned on him, the Shark had gotten used to it and accepted it as a fate that he couldn't escape. He rolled his eyes a bit at Kay's words and grumbled when he got his hear flicked. He reached up and rubbed the ear that was offended and gazed at Kay out from the corner of his eye, "Like what s**t? Not like I find the same stuff fun that you do," he pointed out this particular flaw in their relationship. Though, generally, sometimes Quint would humor his brother if he wanted to go out and do something, unless it was totally and completely stupid and beneath the Shark somehow.
Kay grinned at his irritable sibling, opening his bottle in such a way that it made an obnoxiously loud noise. The cap was tossed somewhere in the room - eh he'd find it later - and he took a swig, pondering over the question. "Eh, I guess. Last time we were left alone you got yerself a tatt." Chuckling, he reached out and poked the shoulder that had the evidence. "So I kinda don't believe you. You just need to loosen up...s'like you gotta stick up your a**~" As always he seemed good natured in his teasing, though he really believed what he was saying - Quint was too serious.
He half-heartedly reached out and swatted at his brother's hand that did the poking not really bothering to open his bottle as he lazily said, "You're picking that up later or I'm putting my boot up your a**," he pointed out lazily not really looking to do so right now. The room was messy enough as it was, especially on Kay's side of the room. Siiigh! Quint rolled his eyes as Kay pointed out that he was too serious and then shifted his shoulders as he closed the book and set it off to the side pretty much giving up on reading for now. "Yeah, well it was also based on a bet or whatever," not that he was sorry that he got it. The mermaid figure was a very lovely little thing and he treasured it...not that he'd tell Kay any such thing.
"I'm not that bad," Quint huffed lightly as his blue-gray fingertips gripped the neck of the bottle just holding onto it. He wasn't sure what Kay expected him to do with it. Beat his brother to death when he got to the maximum rage point? He had no plans to drink from the bottle currently.
Quint's threat was met and brushed aside with a wave of dismissal, and there was a vague feeling of victory when the book was set aside for now. Hah, take that! "I dunno Buddy, I think you secretly like doing that sorta thing, I mean, you convinced Chit to get some piercings after that!" He argued, determined to win this. No brother of his was allowed to be so uptight! Not a one. Tek was uptight, but for an entirely different reason...or so he thought. The little Criminal was just that, little...Quint had no excuse. "You ARE that bad. You need to get out more." His bottle received another long swig...and then a brilliant idea hit him. The grin suggested he had decided he was brilliant, and he turned to look fully at Quint, his red eye wide in excitement. "In fact, let's get outta here, and go somewhere!"
"Yeah, well, I actually wanted the piercings. Just felt right," he said quietly as he moved to sit up taking the bottle in his hands so that he wouldn't drop or otherwise damage it and get liquid all over his bed. It would suck to have his sheets smell like booze. "I get out plenty," he pointed out with an eyebrow raised as he stared over at Kay. Then suddenly ... Kay got excited like he had an idea. This can't be good...
Quint raised an eyebrow and shifted his shoulders, "Sure I guess. Where did you have in mind?"
"You don't get out, you go wandering but don't DO anything." Kay clarified, rolling his eye. If he noticed that Quint wasn't drinking anything, he didn't mention it. Oh well, more for him. Though it was disappointing. He honestly didn't expect Quint to agree that fast, and at first it threw him off guard. "...Uh." He brilliantly said, shuffling to the edge of the bed to put his bare and scarred feet on the ground. "Somewhere you wouldn't go normally; Bar or Club." Those were really the only choices that Quint had, and he held out his hands one after the other as though they symbolized the options.
"What? Just because I don't go out and get phone numbers or whatever?" Quint had a rather jaded view as to what Kay wandered out to do and why. He rolled the bottles between the palms of his hand as watched Kay with a small smirk. He liked to throw his brother off by agreeing to do things or just generally doing the unexpected just to make sure his Brother didn't know 'everything' there was about him. Granted Quint would never go out to seek some sort of action with a young woman. He sighed a bit at his options, "Both of those places have a bunch of noises and smell bad," he muttered his only complaint.
"Whaaaaat but those are your only two options!" Kay protested, turning on the bed to fold his legs in front of him, and to stare at his (albeit adopted) sibling with a look that just screamed disappointment. "And yes it's because you don't go out like that, hell even just mingling with people would be nice." He didn't know what Quint did when he went out, but knowing Quint, he assumed it was a solo act. "Ugh, fine, Bar, Club, or we're breaking into something." While he had yet to trespass it sounded like fun, and if they were going the route of shoving Quint out of his comfort zone, that's how it had to be done. "And if yer gonna whine about that too, drink THAT and you'll be more agreeable." He huffed, motioning to Quint's unopened bottle.
"I mingle!" Quint insisted defensively as he moved to get off of his bed with a bit of a huff, "I talk to people and s**t. What the ******** you think I do all day? Sit on a bench and stare at everyone like a creeper?" Well, he did that sometimes but he wasn't going to lose his highly valid point! He refused to. He snorted quietly as he moved to straighten out his clothes and put on his boots, "So you want to go from going to a socializing to trespassing on someone's property."
He moved to hold the bottle out of reach, "And if I don't?"
When Quint moved off the bed, Kay stretched out, claiming it as his own. His cooler bottle was placed on his stomach, one hand holding it so it wouldn't spill. It would have been a shame to loose the dr---err...to stain Quint's sheets. Yes, that was it. His brow lifted, and he found himself chuckling. "Yeah, actually. I never see you bring friends home, you never really talk about the same person more than once, I figured you just sat there like a grumpy assed lump on a log." Now he sat up, realizing that Quint was putting his boots on, and stood up to stretch his arms above his head. "Or like a puppy irritated that nobody asks it to play." A poor comparison, but hey, he wasn't going for clever. With one final, long swig his bottle was emptied and set on his own desk for later clean up.
Gaze turning back to Quint as he wiped his mouth, the Shaman grinned. "Let's put it this way; you either humor me now, or I'll harass you relentlessly for the rest of the night until you cave and humor me anyway. Why not save us both the trouble and just agree to something?"
He lowered the bottle and stared at Kay, "Seriously. I'm not that god damn pathetic," he mumbled a bit and then moved to hug the bottle to his chest. The bottle was his only friend in the world at the moment. This bottle really understood him. Such a good bottle, nice bottle. Yes. This bottle wouldn't call him a shut-in. Maybe it would but still. Quint grunted and moved to set the bottle down for a moment as he unbound his hair only to brush it and put the black hair-tie back into his hair. He certainly was a vain thing though he never admitted it.
Quint stared at Kay and simply said, "I agreed to go out with you, I just don't agree with you on where we should go out," as a counter argument it actually was rather well put.
"How'm I s'posed to know that? S'not like you make it easy to get to know you." Kay grumbled back, watching him put the bottle down, then to watch him play with his hair. Despite Quint so eloquently tossing out his demands on their going-outs, Kay was still determined to win, one way or another. So far, it seemed his irritable brother was determined to go the 'Harass until giving in' route. Okay, fine. Putting his hands on his hips, Kay tilted his head. "Alright Princess, Where do YOU want to go then?"
"Psssh, whatever," he mumbled under his breath as he finished getting his hair ready. Quint took up the bottle again and began to wander out though he paused at the doorway and blinked a little. Augh. It seemed like Kay was going to win based on the fact that it was evening now and most of the places that interested Quint were now closed. He turned and leaned his forehead against the doorway for along moment letting out a soft, "Ffffuuuuuuuuuuck."
He quietly beat his head against the doorway and sighed, "Fine. Let's break into the ******** aquarium or something," if he was going to be a miscreant he would do it on his own terms.
Kay folded his arms across his chest this time, frowning a little bit...right up until Quint started to beat the poor door. The moment Quint gave up, Kay laughed, walking forward and unfolding his arms to clap his Brother's back with a heavy one-handed pat. "Glad you see things my way, Brother Dearest!" Laughing still, the dark skinned teen headed out the door, past his thinly built sibling and into the hallway. He was heading to the door when he suddenly stopped, looking over his shoulder at Quint, that crooked grin back on his lips. "Pity though, nobody but me gets to appreciate all that hard work you put into lookin' pretty." He teased loudly, since there was nobody in the house to hear them.
Quint froze when he felt his brother clap him on the back and grumbled something under his breath that was barely understood though most of it was obscenities, so perhaps it was better not repeated. He let Kay past him first before he stalked after his brother still holding the bottle and upon hearing the words he simply snapped back, "Shut the ******** up and put on a ******** shirt for once," as he stormed past and yanked open the door so he could go somewhere not so contained and close to Kay for a few minutes.
The hand that held the bottle trembled the moment he hit the pavement and the temptation to just smash the damn bottle was very great and yet he did not. For whatever reason he was saving it, probably still trying to decide if he even wanted to drink it or not.
Kay, being true to his nature, found Quint's anger amusing. He stepped back with his hands raised to let him pass, and once the angry one was outside he reached out to grab a set of keys from the ring and to stuff it in one of his pockets. His little detour to get the keys did give Quint a few seconds alone, but that all ended when he slammed the door shut behind him, having locked it from the inside. Switch usually took her keys everywhere, so he really didn't worry about them not being able to get in. "In not wearing shoes either." He pointed out, having to glance up at his obnoxiously tall brother, especially when he wore his obnoxiously high boots. "And I'm not gonna." After all, they were just going to do some breaking and entering, who cared what he wore.
"Why don't you drink that, instead of cradling it like your first born? It'll make ya feel better. Hell, might make dealing with me easier." Sure he was taking a shot at himself; but to his knowledge Quint didn't drink, and he was curious. Tonight was apparently mess Quint up night.
Quint uttered a grunt in response to Kay's sass. Even if they were going somewhere where someone would see them Kay still wouldn't wear anything so really it made no difference. Quint was just trying to find things to shoot back at his shorter brother as he continued to walk forward and staring ahead instead of looking at his brother until something else got beat into his consciousness. Right the bottle of drink. He turned his head and stared at Kay.
"No, I need something to protect myself from your lecherous advances, since you seem so hot on complimenting me tonight," Quint said in serious deadpan voice before he turned his head away and continued forward. Stupid Kay and his stupid entrapment and his stupid stupidness with the stupid face and chin fuzz.
Kay headed towards the Aquarium; he knew where it was, he'd been there before. He wasn't going to admit it flat out, especially not to his uptight brother, but he had been there. Snorting with a laugh, Kay waved his hands in front of him as though protecting himself, then made a face of disgust. "Ew, nah, luckily for you I like 'em shorter than me." There was a little pause and he made a big show of looking the lanky one up and down, and then added to his comment. "And I'd also prefer to be the one biting." Probably too much info, but hey, Quint started it. One hand dropped to his waist and the other scratched at the soul patch on his chin. "So, Brilliant one, why pick the Aquarium?"
He continued in a deadpan tone, "That instills me with ******** confidence, keep moving."
Quint pretty much outright ignored the biting comment as he walked along with quiet purpose now that they were out and about. Maybe if he walked faster he could lose Kay or even better he could make Kay not pay attention and get him to smack up against a upcoming tree or a stop sign. That would be glorious and even make him feel better. He glanced over at Kay and shrugged a bit, "Visiting a friend," he muttered, though the tone held the emotion of a vendetta behind it. He remembered that Shark and its uppance has come.
"You know what else instills confidence? That drink." Kay offered helpfully, that ever-present chuckle in his voice. He moved his pace to try and keep up with Quint, his hands swaying lightly at his sides. Poor Quint had no idea how much self restraint it took for Kay to not jump on the bit about friends - hah, Quint had friends?! - and, sadly, Quint never would know. Clearing his throat lightly, he tilted his head, looking up at the shark. "I thought real sharks weren't social types." The weight on the word real was intended; Quint wasn't a real shark, just a humanoid one...and there was that whole argument earlier about Quint going out and meeting people.
He stopped and stared at Kay and then stared down at the bottle, "What the hell is your obsession with me actually drinking the damn thing?" Quint honestly was starting to formulate other plans for the object. Deadly, harmful plans.
Quint started walking after his question and simply shrugged, "If you want a real shark you're about to see a s**t load of them so shut your trap," the teen muttered as he moved forward at a brisk pace. He was moving with much more intent and will than he had prior and there was even a certain look in his eye. For some reason that Shark had taken a forefront in his mind and now he just wanted to kill it. Murder it. It had become a symbol of him somehow, the fear he felt when confronted with a situation with another person. He hated feeling that way and he was going to show it who was boss...
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:46 am
"I just can't think up another reason why you'd still have it with you, so I'm trying to encourage it?" Kay shrugged, reaching up to hold Nahual in one hand, and to pet his feathers lightly with the other. "You're clinging to it like it's a life line, so you might as well drink it before it gets warm." His eye rolled at the grumping, and moved to try and catch up, letting go of Nahual. "Whoa, dude, what's gotten into you?" The surprise was evident in his voice, and he had yet to realize that their destination was looming in the distance, steadily getting closer.
The teen uttered a small growl as he forcefully gripped the cap and tore it open with a small wince. He took a small moment to suck on his thumb to get the blood off of it which was a bad idea in hindsight but at least he had enough self-awareness not to chomp down on his own chomp when his eyes widened and he gave a shiver. The cap clattered to the ground and was left behind as he strode forward and after a moment removed his still bleeding thumb and began to chug the drink down. He was done talking and once they were at the entrance of the aquarium he stared at the chains and lock blocking their way. <******** cockblocking piece of s**t," Quint grumbled as he held onto the already half empty bottle. There was a bit of a sway to him as he stood. Drinking it so fast went straight to his head.
Kay's eye widened a bit when Quint started bleeding; it wasn't a large bleed, but...it was enough to make him mildly uncomfortable. Swallowing hard he looked away from his Brother, reciting the alphabet mentally, both forwards and backwards. Soon enough the odd feeling was over, and he stared down at the chains and lock, then dragging his gaze upwards to the top of the gate. It didn't have barbed wire, but it DID have decorative little spikes at the top. Hmph, Cockblocking piece of s**t indeed. Taking out the keyring in his pocket, he fiddled with one of the easily bent rings, attempting to pick the lock, and when that failed, he puffed out his cheeks and stepped back, tilting his head. "Whelp, either we climb the fence and possibly hurt ourselves, or we wander around and try to find another way in."
Quint didn't notice his brother's discomfort at this point.
He watched as Kay he stood feeling a little woozy from all the alcohol suddenly rushing through his system, he was feeling rather good but the anger wasn't quite gone yet. It still seethed in his blood waiting to be released. When Kay failed to open the door he grunted as he stared up at the gate and then leaned as if to try to see if there was an accessible door in view but found nothing. <******** it," Quint grumbled as he stormed closer lifted a leg and kicked it. The gate gave a shutter and the lock broke apart from all the fiddling that Kay had done earlier and then the kick making the final killing blow. Quint stood to the side and took a victory swig and finished off the booze. He took the bottle by the neck and bashed it against the bar giving him a jagged weapon.
Kay stepped back a bit, putting his hands on his waist again, watching his brother with a mild tilt of his head. While most people wouldn't consider goading a sibling into drinking on top of breaking and entering, he actually thought this was pretty fun. Quint was certainly different now; but he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the apparently grudge that was backing this...rather odd change. "Woo, good job!" He'd cheered when the door burst open; hey, he loosened it already! His hands did lift in somewhat of a defense when the bottle became a weapon. "Whoa whoa! Are you nuts? What the hell'd this 'friend' of yours do to you?" Kay demanded, torn between not wanting anyone really hurt...and waiting to see where this went anyway.
He stared at Kay for a long moment and decided not to answer as he made his way inside weaving a bit as he moved. Quint was very certain that the floor was playing tricks on him and it should stop it right this instant, "He ******** challenged me. Now I'm gonna take him up on it," Quint grumbled in a low tone as he moved onward, "Not letting that ******** get away with it."
Quint stared at the ceiling where a shark swam by and he noted it was the one. He pointed toward it, "That one. He's going to ******** get it," he murmured as he began to try and find a way into the waters of the aquarium.
The Shaman picked up after Quint, wandering inside now that the gate was open. He? The place was closed. How could they possibly go after someone who challenged Qui---- Oh. Some semblance of a conscience piped up then, telling Kay that this was a horrible idea; Quint was supposed to be the one to stop them from doing stupid things. But, currently...that wasn't the real case. Besides, again unsure if it was the alcohol or some hidden rage or both, Quint seemed honestly determined to do this shark in. "Uhh...Okay. What'd he do to you?" He asked again, moving until he found a door marked 'employees only'. Quickly scampering in front of it, he leaned his Weight back against it, more or less blocking it from Quint. "And how the hell are you planning on doing to..him?"
He wasn't seven sheets to the wind just yet but he wasn't exactly sober and in his right mind. Not anymore. All the anger he felt and then the alcohol he might as well have been drinking heavy liquor. He absently gazed upward again when Kay questioned him, "He was there when I ran away from someone. I never run away. Never. He swam there and mocked me. I was planning on just kicking his a** before I ran into her but she just killed the mood," he grumbled as he gripped a hold of the broken bottle's neck a little tighter.
"Then he mocked me for runnin' away from a God damn stupid a** girl," he continued as he stared up at the circling shark above them and then moved closer to where he saw Kay scamper. "If that's the way in you better ********' move," he said firmly.
Well, that was true. Quint never ran away, and when he did, it was because he won or the argument came to a standstill. Kay knew that. He knew that all too well, actually. It was one of the many upsides of having Quint as a Brother; he didn't back down, though that did on occassion make him want to beat this particular, humanoid shark. Oh, hey, he could relate to Quint now! He wanted to beat a shark too. Hurray, they were bonding now. "What an a*****e." Kay agreed with a nod, looking back up at the tank, his back still square to the employee only door. "Aaaand it might be, but it's locked and I doubt you can kick it in on your own, scrawny b*****d." It was partially a tease, partially the truth. Getting up from his lean, he moved to stand beside his Brother; while he was shorter in comparison, he was definitely thicker; more muscle to him. "I'll help. On three, then?"
He was staring as Kay took a moment to consider things or so it seemed he gave a small grunt and waited for a moment until Kay talked again, "No ******** s**t, right?" he slurred a little in his reply. Later Quint would regret at least a few things mostly being a lightweight but other than that he was fine. Really. Other than the unhealthy vendetta against a shark that had probably forgotten him.
"Psssh. I could do it but thanks for the help," Quint mumbled quietly as he moved to a crouch to get ready, "Ooo....On three," he felt something welling up in him suddenly. The irrational anger was becoming something else entirely. Quint shook out his head, "One...Two," the shark tried to concentrate only on the numbers as he recited them instead of the weird emotion that was trying to creep it's way in making him want to laugh and giggle for no reason at all. Making him want to just suddenly hug Kay and call him the greatest brother EVER.
Kay was surpressing a laugh at this point; Oh Quint, you ******** lightweight. He managed to hold back the chuckles, but the s**t disturbing grin couldn't be stopped and shone full force. His earlier conscience had been beaten back in lieu of these events because hey, that stick seemed to be gone from Quint's a**, this was awesome! He'd enjoy as much as he could now, before his Brother sobered up enough to beat the s**t out of /him/ instead of the shark. One way or another though, a shark was going to end up beaten. Mwaha. Kay had crouched back as well, waiting for Quint to count. Without really knowing any better, Kay assumed the counting was going well and Quint just forgot the word - it happened, no big deal. So he, being the awesome brother he was, helped. "Three!" He called out, shifting his weight to throw the heel of his foot at the heavy employee door.
Oh right! He was counting. Though he didn't waste much more time thinking and he also kicked out with Kay at the door only to find the damn thing was unyielding though it did creak and shudder at the force behind the combined forces, "Comin' for ya, you a*****e," he muttered as he resumed stance and went about counting again, "One...Two...Three!" this time he managed to regain a bit of his focus for the moment now that he was getting himself to set on the task at hand. At the mention of 'three' he kicked outward again quite determinedly.
His intention wasn't only to beat the shark but to tear it apart and kill it.
The shudder from the door was felt throughout his entire leg. It was the downside to not wearing shoes. Still, he recovered pretty quickly and settled in to another stance beside Quint. Again, on the count of three, he pushed another kick against the creaked door; this time, with their combined and apparently relentless force, the lock gave in and the door loudly shrieked open. Did Kay think about the security in this place? No, no he did not. Did he think about it now? Nope. Once more recovering from the kick, he slipped into the employee room and looked around; there had to be access points to get above and into the tanks, right? He found them; or at least a ladder. "There, we could probably get to the feeding and scuba area up there." He pointed Quint in the direction of them, completely intending on staying behind his brother should he stumble or do something else that was stupid.
He didn't feel a damn thing right now at least physically. He'd feel it later rest assured. Quint thought even less about whether or not there was an alarm set in this area or anywhere in the Aquarium, that or he was confident they'd get away, or even worse he just forgot about the possibility of such a thing.
...Quint forgot. He was too hyped up on ... emotions.
"WOO! ******** yeah," he cheered as he shifted to stand up right and walked right in as if he owned the place letting his brother do the thinking for him which may have been a bad idea but the other teen was totally talking sense. The drunken teen nodded as he moved forward where Kay directed, "We ain't wearin' no ********' scuba gear and the only thing we're feedin' is an a** kickin'," he slurred with a small giggle. Oh s**t. Quint giggled...
It was getting harder and harder to not laugh, and that grin of his was pretty damn near close to splitting his face. He gave a whooping cheer to match Quint's, trailing after the monochrome drunk. He'd been about to push Quint up the ladder when he thought he heard something. A /happy/ noise. He was pretty sure it came from Quint. Quint can make happy noises? Okay, that was the drawing point. Kay started laughing; a sudden bark of one from having bottled it up so long. Ffff...Ohgod, Quint was going to kill him later. And it would be totally worth it. Totally, completely worth it. "Yeahyeah" He laughed out, shaking his head and scrubbing a hand through his dreads. "Scuba gear makes us totally less impressive." The Shaman snorted a bit, chuckling low. "Gettcher a** up there, I think I hear it taunting you." His shoulders shook with another snort, rubbing his red eye with a palm. Ohgod this was the greatest day in his entire life.
Now that Kay was laughing Quint let out another giggle of his own. What was so funny? He didn't know! He was just laughing because his brother was laughing. What a good time they were having, yepyep! He clambered on up and stood a bit off to the side as his eyes flicked across what was to be found here. As predicted there was some scuba gear as well as a couple of lockers. The teen swayed in his spot for a moment, "I'm thirs'y," he mumbled as he ambled toward the lockers which were apparently without locks and found nothing but ...a stash of honey roasted peanut packets.
"Damn it," he mumbled disappointedly and looked back, "Kaaaaaaaay huurrrrry up."
Kay climbed after Quint, trying not to let go himself. He was laughing now because Quint was laughing at his laughing; this was the most fun he'd ever had with his brother, he was going to remember it forever. ********. If they ever settled down, he'd tell his own kids and his nieces or nephews about this. Well, if Quint didn't kill him first. But yes, people and family will know. Maybe not Na, but everyone else. He hopped onto the pathway shortly after Quint whined. "Alriiight Princess, geez, I'm here. Let's go find that Shark b*****d's tank, eh?" Apparently he didn't hear how Quint was thirsty, and instead started to wander, looking at the coves and cubbies with various species and set names on them. This was all well and good, until... "...Hey wait. I don't know what shark we're here for, and they've got lots of them. You look."
"Your a** is a princess," he mumbled softly as he stared at the useless lockers yet again and then wandered after Kay and started to look at the names and the tank. He paused a bit his eyes going wide. Quint forgotten what the shark even looked like by now but he didn't want Kay to know that. Not one bit. Kay wouldn't let him live it down ever! Maintain Quint, maintain...
He cleared his throat as he swayed in his spot and studied the tank as if he were a scholar of some sort before he pointed at the 'GREAT WHITE' and declared, "THAT'S THE ONE. He touched me inappropriately," he declared with a laugh.
...He'd stopped taking this seriously a while ago.
"Hm. You think?" Kay twisted for a moment to look back at his own a**, or at least tried to. With a shrug he gave up, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Well, I guess if anyone would know it'd be you, Queenie." Blinking at the nickname, he snorted again; how fitting! A nice, childish mispronounce of a name! It was perfect. Quint now had a new nickname. Go Quint. He gazed at some of the specie names while waiting to hear which shark they were going after. It was taking too long! Luckily he didn't have to wait for much longer, and the Shaman chuckled again, rolling his eyes and taking a long look at the name of the shark. "s**t man, you don't play nice with the older kids, do you?" He'd seen TV shows on Great Whites. They were ******** scary. He couldn't breath underwater. The good news was, Quint wouldn't have to kill him, but a Shark sure would. "Alright Queenie, let's go teach him to show the proper respect to a woman of your status."
There was a little pause, and he pointed down at Quint's feet. "Take off your boots or you'll be shark bait." He was already emptying his pockets, and his bandana was taken off and set aside.
If he caught on about the new nickname he didn't seem to make note of it or dignify it with a response. That or somewhere in the semi-drunken haze he totally heard 'Quint' each time. Whatever the reason he just said nothing about it and he nodded as he started to pull off his boots and almost fell over a few time with a fit of giggles, "******** the older kids, man. We're here to kick a**!" he called out as he threw one boot off to the side hitting something that fell over and shattered.
He paused and put his hands to his mouth, "Shhhhh, we'll wake mom and dad..."
Apparently he forgot they weren't home for a split second.
The nickname wasn't rebuked or ignored; it was so staying in use now! Back to grinning like a prideful idiot, Kay sat down on the ledge of the tank, splashing his feet around to hopefully get some attention...and to hopefully not have to dive too far in. He couldn't breathe under water! It still hadn't yet crossed his mind that this could be a really very hugely bad idea. Pfffft they'd be fine. He'd seen a row of hooks and whatnot for any fish that got frisky. They could totally do this. Laughing again, he shook his head. "Don't worry, they're not home. You be as loud as your little heart desires, Queenie."
"Oh s**t, right," he laughed after a moment he stared down at himself and then stripped down to his boxers and he moved to settle next to Kay also dipping his feet in and humming a bit. That felt nice! He didn't give a moment's thought as to whether or not he could breathe in water. If he could that'd be fantastic if not ... Well he'd find out the hard way. He stared over at the hooks and things, "********. Think we should grab a hook...Yeah we better grab a hook if we're gonna kill the ********," he mumbled thoughtfully.
"I'm still thirsty damn it, but we shouldn't drink salt water or whatever they put in this s**t, could be baaaaaaad," he advised thoughtfully with a sigh.
Kay hummed, considering taking off his cargo pants; but he decided against it, opting to keep them on. They were pretty much wet already with the water he was splashing! "Geeez you're a whiny thing. C'mon Queenie, let's get some hooks and get you some water or something. There's bound to be some." Sighing, Kay took his legs out of the water and grabbed Quint's arm to drag him away as well. Luckily there was a little water station nearby for the workers; just in case, of course. Shoving Quint towards it, Kay moved to stare at the various hooks, prods and nets that were on the walls.
"Your face is whiny," he sassed back none-too-intellectually. Quint got up with Kay's dragging him along and then ambled toward the water station that Kay showed him to. Well then! This was awesome. Kay was magic and he made things like this appear! Best. Brother. Ever. He leaned and took a few healthy drinks of the water before he wandered over toward Kay and moved to drape an arm over his brother's shoulder. Totally invading his personal space.
"So which of these ******** you think we should take with us?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 11:53 am
"Rush me to the burn ward." Kay drawled, rolling his eyes. While Quint got his drink (and with Kay glancing over every now and then to make sure he didn't drown himself by accident - What? Drunks were stupid, and Quint was no exception despite his smartypants status while sober. He looked surprised when Quint draped on him, and without thinking slid an arm around his back. Purely to keep him from losing grip and falling, yes. He was in fact an awesome brother! "Those ones. They look easy enough to carry and if the b*****d is anything like you, a good jab to the nose outta help us out too. You sure you wanna do this, Queenie?"
"Damn straight," he mumbled in reply.
He leaned a bit on Kay as he blearily stared at the array of things hung up on the wall. Geeze his eyes felt heavy and he was cold, nevermind that he was only in his boxers right now. He was getting tired now and all his energy was soaked up by the breaking in process amongst other things and now they were looking at fighting a shark and ....
That seemed like way too much effort, "Y'know what...Let's go home and get sleep," he mumbled and then looked at Kay before he turned a bit and flung arms around Kay and gave him a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "I love you Kay, you're a kickass brother. Thanks for lookin' out for me, man, really." he rambled in a drunken heartfelt tone.
WHAT.
All of this work, all the pestering, and that was it? He was done? Kay had half a mind to poke Quint for being stupid and giving up so early...but he was thoroughly distracted by the sudden hug, and even worse -
Holy CRAP was Quint ever drunk.
But he was right though. He was a kickass brother.
"Love you too man, but if you really wanna go home an' sleep, yer doin it in yer own effin bed." It was awkward, horribly awkward, to be hugged by his brother. He wished he had a camera though. Patting Quint's back, he tried to untangle the lanky limbs from him. "Gettcher clothes, Queenie."
He disentangled himself after a couple of attempts and wandered away from Kay and paused a moment as the Shark he was actually after swam by in the tank nearby. He saw it just under the surface of the water and suddenly, he swore he heard it call him a 'p***y'. Suddenly his good nature was gone once more replaced by the same rage that he had felt prior, "********! GET BACK HERE," it was back in full force and he was angry and he was talking toward the tank but ended up tripping over something and fell unto his knees in the least graceless manner ever. It looked kind of comical all things considered...
But now Quint was mostly sober and blustering and trying to stumble his way onto his uneven feet, "GOD DAMN IT. IT IS GONE!" he cursed as the Targeted Shark swam out of view into another part of the tank as if taunting him. Apparently Quint would make a very good Ahab.
Kay was oblivious to the shark speak, but what he did see was Quint taking off towards the water and failing miserably. "What the ********? Get back here, asshat, you just said we were going home!" Besides they didn't have hooks, and the shark was gone again. He laughed, but it was a tired one; he didn't realize it, but a Drunken Brother was a lot of work.
Reaching out, he grabbed Quint's arm and helped him to his feet, but tried dragging him back away from the tank edge. "Yeah yeah that Shark is an a**. Let's just put something sharp in a piece of fish and let him choke. How's that sound?"
Calling him an asshat seemed to make him bristle that much more as he tried to pull away from Kay before realizing all this action was making him feel odd and dizzy so he didn't struggle for long as he got to his feet. He grunted after a moment, "******** hell," he muttered softly dejected as he was dragged away. "Can't believe the ******** is getting away again," he muttered softly as he turned and pulled away from Kay so he could go get his clothes it was pointless to swim after the damn thing. He didn't know its territories very well.
"Rather do it myself, by hand," he muttered lowly as he began to pick up pieces of his wardrobe and place it back on. Seriously his head felt like it was swimming now...
He released Quint when Quint pulled away from him, stuffing his hands into his pockets and watching the Shark Curio. Now he was confused. Quint was gungho, then he wasn't, now he was just getting snippy again. Was he sobering up? That had to be it.
"You know, we can still go after it is you REALLY want to." He hummed, wandering over to Quint and watching him dress back up, that was probably a good idea; it was a little chilly in here, but that could also be from the creeps that Quint was given to him. "Just sayin, it was your idea to go home in the first place."
He continued to get dressed no longer smiling and giggling if anything he just wanted to...Oh lord...The room spun oddly and suddenly he stumbled over to the ledge of a tank and let out a nice healthy retching sound or two unleashing the (mostly) empty content of his stomach. He had dropped his boot in the process as he numbly stared at what had come up before shambling backward to reclaim his boot uttering a final, "No. ******** it. Let's just go home," he was sobering and it wasn't pretty. That or being sick didn't agree with him at all.
Quint wanted to go to bed and sleep off whatever was left of his buzz in hopes that the dizziness would disappear. He pulled on his boots and didn't bother buckling them up. He looked suddenly as if he didn't feel so well after all this rage, happy, and then rage again. Bouncing on all these emotions and alcohol had done a number on him.
Yeah, Quint was definitely sobering up.
To be honest, he was a little disappointed.
But only a little.
The Shaman flinched when Quint started retching, and once he was finished, he wandered over to help the poor teen to his feet. There was a lot of suggestions he could give; luckily Kay was used to this, and he had everything prepared. All Quint needed was some bread, some gatorade, and some B12 and he'd be fairly alright the next day. But for now he kept that information to himself, offering his arm to his poor, nearly hungover sibling.
"Alright man, c'mon let's get you home, and getcha something to drink." Quint was lead back to the ladder, and this time Kay went down first, just in case.
Quint was pissy but he wasn't too proud to avoid help. Thus once he was ready and all dressed he followed his brother down to the lower grounds where they could make their way home when he showed his (pained) grin next, however, it was unexpected but it seemed as if a sudden revelation struck, "We might not of done damage to the b*****d but we sure as hell did damage to the aquarium," he cackled a bit and then lifted a hand up to his forehead.
..Ohh how even just laughing hurt.
Needless to say he was looking forward to going home and getting more fluids inside of him.
"We sure as hell did." Kay agreed, walking past the kicked in door, heading out through the kicked in gate. "But he knows that we can get in, and I think your little gift in the tank'll remind him to not mess with a Gear." He laughed, shaking his head a bit. They clammered outside, and headed home.
Once home, Kay dragged Quint right to the fridge, digging out a small bun and a bottle of gatorade, handing them over right away. He could shove the B12 at him in the room; he needed to get something in his stomach, replace the electrolytes and get his energy back! Plus, sleep.
"Here ya go lightweight, bottoms up."
"Damn straight," he muttered and was pretty much silent on the way home. He had nothing to say and nothing to add about what had just happened. What could he say? Kay had been there and saw the entire thing and for whatever it was worth he didn't really feel like talking in fear that doing so made him sicker than he already was. Ugh he hated this queasy feeling.
Once home he shuffled after Kay and took the bun and gatorade and stared at them numbly until he heard his brother talk and gave him an even and quiet stare as if to protest that particular nickname. If he did this again, a big 'if', he won't be such a lightweight next time. He was sure of it. He quietly forced himself to eat the bread product and drink the gatorade. It didn't take long for him to gradually nom the bread but he still had a little less than half a bottle of gatorade.
"...Not sure why you do this on a regular basis. You're an idiot," he mumbled tiredly.
"It's fun, and I go to great lengths to make sure I don't feel like you do right now." Kay laughed, shaking his head. The house was still empty, it was still just the two of them. "I come home in that happy way you were a while ago, do what you're doing now, go to bed, and at most I'll have a headache the next day." He raised a scarred hand to put a heavy clap on Quint's back before he retreated, heading upstairs. "One more thing to stuff in ya, then it's bed time for Queenie." He hummed as he disappeared into the room, digging around for the life saving vitamins.
When Quint would eventually join him, the little vitamin would be shoved into his hand along with a stern order to drink.
"Still an idiot," Quint insisted with a huff but continued to listen quietly to his brother's 'remedy' to the situation as well as a bit of prevention. He shrugged and then flinched a bit under the heavy clap upon his back. He took a momentary detour to the bathroom before he followed Kay all the way to the bedroom. He washed his face and undid his hair tie after that was done he left the bathroom. He paused in the bedroom door when a thought hit him.
"When did you start calling me 'Queenie'?" he asked as he suddenly had a belated revelation, "Better ******** quit it." Quint grumbled softly.
"Hah, and I'm not the one in pain!" Kay called down the hall with that obnoxious laugh of his. Once Quint returned, his brow perked at the question, looking a little baffled.
"Uh, only since we got to the Aquarium? You told me my a** was a Princess and I said you'd know, Queenie...and you kinda didn't say anything." He shrugged, but he grinned when he retold the tale, being honest because in this case, Honesty was the greatest story ever. "In fact, you answered to it at least once." Again, Kay held out the vitamin.
"C'mon, take it. Now~"
He grabbed the vitamins and took them with a nice generous swallow of gatorade. Chances were Kay would probably be the only one able to get away with calling him 'Queenie' so he just let it drop. Whatever. Not like it'd catch on or something or so he reverently hoped as he finished taking the vitamin and shuffled further into the room and started to strip down to his boxers and then crawl into bed. He didn't feel like putting in effort to wear much else plus it felt hot in the room. Quint set the gatorade bottle on the floor near his bed and then got settled, "Whatever, good night." He said finally after deciding he didn't have the energy or desire to argue with Kay anymore for this evening.
Next time however it was on!
Kay shook his head, flopping onto his bed. Quint wasn't arguing with him, he must be pretty ill. Still, a victory was a victory! It might have been cheating, but this was definitely a win in his favour. There was no denying it. As he sprawled out, clinging to his pillow, a sudden thought hit ******** headband! His pocketstuffs! They were still back at the aquarium! Well s**t. That sucked.
Oh well.
At least it wasn't a license or anything; just a headband and two very different types of rubber. Maybe a few coins. Still annoying, but hell.
"Night, Queenie." He murmured, closing his eyes.
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