Characters: Anastas, Kazimir, Quinn Setting: The de Kooning house in Hesperia California, between New Years and their return to school Rating: probably NSFW. Possible violence, definitely swearing Summary: The de Kooning boys act how they always do at home. Quinn is unfortunately stuck in the middle.
Stas had a tendency to avoid his brother. Too many scars, too many tussles. He was getting too old for this shit, that much he knew to be true.
It was harder to avoid Kaz when they were at home at the same time. It was really hard when their mutual friend was also a house guest.
In this case it was Quinn, one of the few people at CCI who could handle both boys. She had returned with them from Sam's New Years Eve party and as far as Stas knew she was planning to stay the two days until the new term started. He intended to head back to school as late as possible on Sunday.
At the moment Stas was lounging on the couch with a generous glass of scotch in his hand. He wasn't sure what Kaz or Quinn were doing and he was drunk enough not to care.
Kazimir was looking for Quinn when he stepped into one of the living rooms to find only Anastas. He wasn't going to bother with asking him where their friend was (or talk to him at all for that matter) until he noticed the glass in Stas' hand.
"It is barely noon," he commented, "wait, is that the scotch grandfather bought me?" Kazimir stepped toward the coffee table in front of the couch and grabbed the familiar looking bottle of scotch. "You fucking wanker!" he spat. He held the bottle in front of his face for a moment to see a majority of the alcohol was gone. "What is your fucking problem? You don't even like scotch you cow. I fucking hate you." Kaz pulled off the top and took a gulp into his mouth. Taking the bottle away from his lips, he spit out the mouthful of scotch at Stas.
Stas was fairly used to this behavior with Kaz. And he was definitely used to being sticky, covered in alcohol and god only knew what else.
"A dreadful waste," Stas commented before taking a swig of the booze still in his glass. He wiped at the dripping booze with his hand, pushing some of it from his face and onto his soaked shirt. "Clearly, you know nothing about me. I happen to adore scotch."
Chances were Kaz was just looking for a fight. Fair enough, Stas was drinking unlabeled scotch. He had no idea who it belonged to when he cracked open the bottle.
"Which is pretty fucking sad," Kaz said, "your own brother doesn't even want to know shit about you." He took another swig of his bottle this time swallowing the liquor. "That isn't the point though. Out of all the fucking bottles of liquor in the house you just had to guzzle down the one that is mine."
He finished off the rest of the bottle and flung it Stas, it bounced off one of his knees making a gong-like sound. "Asshole."
Grabbing Stas' shoulders after the blow to the stomach, the two fell to the ground hard. Kaz was quick to knee his brother in the gut and shove him to the side. "Yeah, I'm sure you had no idea," he said scrambling to his feet. "Always so angelically innocent or maybe just blissfully fucking retarded," Kaz was hunched over a bit. "So damn stupid and yet you somehow still have friends. It's pathetic."
Quinn had been enjoying some solitude when she realized she hadn't seen either of the boys. Or heard them. Which, considering how much they fought, was odd.
Once she decided to pull the earbuds out and go in search of the two of them, as well as possibly find something to drink or munch on, it didn't take long to find them. Not with the yelling and then the sounds that told her they were probably fighting. Physically. Finding some form of sustenance was simply going to have to wait.
Upon entering the living room, Quinn could plainly see that she was right. She let out a long whistle followed by a sharp, "Hey!" to catch their attention. Boys were always such... boys.
"Oh," he said glancing over to their guest before his eyes flicked back onto Stas, "hey Quinn." He cleared his throat, "the intoxicated fuck here and I were just having a bit of a disagreement." He shrugged his shoulder, "I think we sorted it out though, right?" he said praying deep down that it wasn't over yet. He didn't want to pounce on his brother now that Quinn wandered in but if Stas started it... well, he had no problem trying to finish it.
Stas didn't want it to continue. He pushed his brother off lightly and sat up. "We were finished," he said with a smirk. He did a quick charm to clean up his booze soaked shirt and flicked a smile at Quinn. "Want something to drink?"
Quinn, standing there with a hand on her hip, was rather pleased she didn't have to practically pull them off of each other. Or wait until they were done beating the crap out of each other.
She gave each brother a smile, her eyes finally landing on Stas. "A drink would be wonderful."
Kaz rolled his eyes before flopping into a chair with his bottle of scotch. It was almost gone but there was still enough to at least catch a buzz. "Now don't go cracking open any other alcohol that doesn't belong to you," he nagged his brother.
"So long as it is not your Kazzy," he replied with a smug little wink. He made his way over to the bar and fixed Quinn a drink with communal booze that no one would quibble over.
He fixed himself another drink and lit a cigarette before passing the first drink to her. "I do not have plans today. We can do anything you like."
Quinn took the drink from Stas with a word of thanks and, for the moment, seated and made herself quite comfortable. "Well, break is almost over. So we should do something fun." Not that she had any idea what. She was just glad not to be home.
"I agree," Kaz said looking over to Quinn before taking a swig of his scotch. Inside he couldn't help but think it'd be next to impossible to have fun with Stas-the-fun-sucker looming around. "The only question is what your idea of 'fun' is?" he said with a playful look at Quinn.
Stas took a big inhale of his smoke and an even bigger swig of his drink. "We can make a run on Vegas," he suggested idly. He had a fake id that was believable enough and could magic one up for Quinn if she needed it.
"My idea of fun?" Quinn gave a small shrug. "There are plenty of things that I find fun. Most of them involve alcohol." She took a hefty swig of her drunk, just to punctuate that fact.
Her attention turned to Stas when he mentioned Vegas, and her eyes practically lit up. "Oooh, Vegas. I've never been to Vegas, honestly." Clearly, that seemed like a good idea to her.
Kaz rolled his eyes, "he wasn't being serious. He's too drunk and far too lazy to go to Vegas." Kazimir stood from where he sat. "Let's do some shots," he suggested as stepped over to the liquor cabinet.
"I will take you to Vegas someday when we can ditch this waste of space." Stas made the vaguest gesture at his brother but lined right up at the liquor cabinet anyway. "Let us discover who has the highest tolerance."
"Regardless, Vegas sounds like a good idea at some point." Her look went from Kaz to Stas, where her look grew a little more appreciative. She was going to hold him to that promise. Kaz or no Kaz.
She pushed herself from her seat to join the boys by the liquor cabinet, glancing between the two of them. "Last one standing and conscious without getting sick?"
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