Benjamins POV

I wandered the streets waiting for something to catch my eye. The sound of a familiar 80's tune comes wafting through an alleyway and the decisions made. This is it.

I walk further down the narrow strip, the music getting louder as I eventually reach my destination. I make my way into the dimly lit bar, taking in my surroundings as I delve further in. I take a seat on one of the empty bar stools and take out a smoke. Before I could get my lighter out, I feel a hand glide across my shoulders and down my left arm. A beautiful blonde nestles herself in the seat next to me as she proceeds to light my cigarette.

"I noticed you coming in." She says confidently.

Of course you did sweetheart. I clocked her the second I stepped inside. In fact, I damn well nearly had all the females turning their heads, you could practically hear their necks craning.

I half turn towards her, my face giving nothing away. I allow my eyes to subtly glance over her, just once, telling myself to try and keep an open mind tonight.

Blonde. Not my usual type.

Slim build. But more on the bonier side.

Australian accent. Never had that before.

"So what will it be?" I turn my head to my right at the older gentleman behind the bar, then straight back to my female companion. "Ladies first." I reply.

She licks her lips and gives me the classic fuck me eyes before choosing her poison. "Cranberry and Vodka please, Jim."

Of course. Why am I not surprised. So typical.

"And for you Sir?" Jim turns towards me.

"He'll take a Scotch, neat. Thanks Jim." She replies for me. Jim takes another glance over at me for confirmation and I give him a solid nod.

Impressive.

Although I'm not a drinker, her drink of choice was spot on and I was more inclined to make some what of an effort with her. Jim returns with the scotch and I take my first sip. The liquid slides down surprisingly smoothly and I begin to alternate between nicotine and alcohol.

"So what's your name handsome?" She asks.

I give her a sly smile. "Something tells me, you already know the answer to your question."

She leans in closer, gliding her right hand up my left leg. "Maybe I just needed a little confirmation. Make sure you're the real deal."

Oh I'm the real deal alright.

Her eyes light up as she rolls a cube of ice around her mouth, showing her clear intentions for tonight. I look over my shoulder, signalling to Jim for a top up.

"So, you got a name love?" I say, turning back towards her.

She slides off her seat and places herself between my legs, running her hands up my arms to rest on my shoulders and leans her body inwards.

"How about we go somewhere more private where you can learn a lot more about me than just my name."

I quickly down my second drink as she takes my hand and proceeds to lead me around the bar and up a flight of stairs, into a more private section before pushing herself against me, causing me to connect with solid wall.

Her lips find mine and as the alcohol was still gearing up to do what it was intended to do, I myself to return the kiss. Forced my self to reach up and grab her hair with my left hand as the other one grips her left ass cheek. She hungrily nibbles at my bottom lip, while quickly unfastening my belt buckle and zipper. She slides down, kneeling in front of my crotch as she starts kissing my cock through my boxers. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, not due to pleasure but through sheer embarrassment. Pure utter embarrassment, because for the first time this whole week, the one thing that has never failed me, at this very moment. Apparently my dick had decided that tonight will be the night to go into fucking hiding!

Fuck me dead.

I open my eyes and brace myself as I slowly look back down at the sight before me. Her ash blonde hair is frantically bobbing up and down on my insanely flaccid dick as she desperately tries to get me hard. The sight makes me cringe and I have to mentally prepare myself for the onslaught that's about to happen after I tell this bird to just give up.

As if aware of what I am about to say, she suddenly looks up at me, removing my limp dick from her mouth and says "Is this a joke? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I shove my dick back inside my boxers and quickly zip up my pants, silently cursing to myself before giving her cheek. "Sorry sweetheart, guess tonight's just not the night."

She gets up off her knees and readjusts her skirt before spitting at my shoes and turning on her heel.

"Fucking fake ass wanker." She spits out before completely disappearing from my sight.

"The fuck is wrong with you!" I whisper, looking down at my dick. Though my mind already knew the answer to that question.

I trudge back down the stairs towards the bar and place myself in the same seat as before, signalling to Jim for another round while I smother myself in nicotine infused air.

This is gonna be a long fucking night.

Alexis POV

9:10am.

I look up from my phone as I hear Shan's pink skyline making it's way down my street.

Late. As usual.

I start walking towards the car as she gets out, leans against her door waving at me, then pulls me in for a tight hug.

"Happy birthday my gorgeous girl." She cheers. "21 baby, yea!"

I'm not one to celebrate so I couldn't really see what the big deal was, about turning another year older. Another year reminding me, I have achieved fuck all with my life. Another year with a non existent relationship status, which to be fair I didn't mind since I was not big on commitment and all that lovey dovey crap. But when you choose to only have a limited amount of friends who all seem to have that one thing you don't want, you quickly start to fucking want it.

"I'm a day older babe and my life is still as shit as it was yesterday." I reply with a shrug. "What's the big deal?"

"Ok, so I do love you babe and you're my best friend and all." She replies. "But if you don't cheer the fuck up, I swear, I'll shove my foot up your ass."

Shan can be quite verbal at times, it's actually one of the many things I love about her. She speaks her mind and isn't afraid to call you out on your shit. She's also not very forgiving and you basically only get one chance with her. Not many can handle her but for some beautiful reason, we just click. She is basically like the Ying to my Yang and well... she just gets me.

"I see we are in a violent mood again this morning." I cheekily reply. "Let's get outta here then before you wake up my neighbours."

"Yay shopping!" She screams.

Ugh. Shopping. Yuck.

Bradley's POV

I step out of my room and immediately get hit in the face with the smell of fresh coffee, which is just what I need considering I was up most of the night wondering where the fuck my brother was and why Lexi never replied to my message.

I walk into the kitchen, grabbing a clean cup and place it under the nespresso machine that's provided.

"Hey sweetheart." JD says coming up behind me as he snatches the fresh cup of coffee from the machine.

"Dickhead. I was waiting for that." I yell, turning around slowly making no real attempt to take it back. I then see 3 empty cups gathered on the counter top where JD is now seated. "The fuck is this?" I ask, waving my hands in front of me, gesturing to the empty cups of coffee.

"I'm fucking wrecked lad." He says leaning back against the chair, rubbing his face. "This chicks gonna be the death of me I swear to god."

I chuckle internally, secretly pleased that he was suffering just as much as I was. I wait for my second attempt at getting fresh coffee before making my way over to him. "So? What the fuck happened?"

He makes a low growl filled with agony as he tries to stretch the fatigue out of his bones. "Man, I don't even fucking know ay. This chick... fuck. She can drink."

I laugh, knowing full well what he means. "Where'd you guys end up?" I ask.

"Went to a bar downtown, and get this, they had strippers dancing in the middle of a damn sushi train." He replies hunched over, scoffing his 4th cup of coffee down. "Jesus, I've never drank so much in my life, but man..."

He had his head in his hands as his voice trails off. He sits there in silence for a few more minutes before I interrupt his thoughts. "You'd do it all again huh?"

"Fuck yea!" He says without hesitation, slumping backwards with his hands above his head, smiling.

Pussy whipped already.

The front door slams. Our heads whip over to the entrance of the living room and in walks Benj.

Jesus.

He looked like death. Bloodshot eyes, pale face, tie loosely hanging off his shirt which was half tucked in and a slightly visible red cut along his cheek.

"What the fuck happened to you?" I blurt out, completely in shock as I've never once seen my brother in this state before. "Are you just getting in now?"

"Yea man where you been?" JD asks. "You look like shit."

He walks straight past us without a single glance our way as he makes his way up the stairs and into his room.

The stench of alcohol follows immediately after, invading my nose and causing JD's stomach to flip 360.

Fuck. He's been drinking? How the fuck is that possible?

JD looks over at me, his eyes asking the same question.

"Jesus, there's something wrong there." He says. "Benji? Alcohol?. The fuck happened last night?" He says, almost forgetting that he too is severely intoxicated.

I couldn't get the image of my brother out of my head. Where the fuck was he last night?

I chug down the remains of my coffee before heading up to Benji's room. "I'll go check on him now."

"Alright lad. I'm gonna take a shower and head downstairs to meet Jules." JD says, still struggling to get off the chair.

"It's 9:48 am Jay. What you gotta do downstairs at this time? You've barely woken up." I say, halting at the bottom of the stairs, looking over at him.

"Jules needs help setting up for the party tonight and I said I'd be there." He says while stifling a yawn.

"Well shit. She's really making you work for it ay." I chuckle, making my way slowly up the stairs. "Have fun with that."

"Don't worry lad, tonight is the night." He says standing up and running his fingers through his hair. "I can feel it."

"Yea sure. Tell that to your blue balls."

I turn the corner and head down the corridor, passing mine and JD's room before reaching Benjis.

"Benj?"

No answer.

I turn the handle and it clicks open. I peek inside, zoning in on his bed and I see that he is sprawled across it face down, still in his semi formal attire and shoes. Benj doesn't snore so I couldn't exactly tell if he was awake, asleep or dead from where I was standing. I creep up towards the direction of his head and the nauseating aroma of scotch, beer, redbull, nicotine, vomit and old lady perfume hits me square on and I can't help but gag. "Holy fuck, you reek bro."

I hear a muffled sound emit from Benj as he attempts to turn his head to face me. I place my feet firmly on the spot, about a metre away from him now to avoid anymore dry retching.

"Benj, what the fuck man. What happened to you?"

"Never. Again." Is all he could say and even just those two words were produced through pure agony.

"Why the fuck have you been drinking and for fucks sake why do you smell like shit?"

"Go...the fuck...away...B."He replies, smothering his face in his sheets. "Ugh, too many damn questions."

With the way he was acting all week and the fact he was refusing to go back to therapy, I could only assume this was a result of her. . This was the only logical reason, that I could see, for his current behaviour.

"Ok come on, get up and change your clothes cause it's fucking giving me a headache." I say walking around the bed towards his feet, waiting to help him stand up.

He groans loudly as he forces himself upright and without warning he hunches over and hurls. I jump out of the way in time to watch it all unfold in slow motion. His knees give out and he lands on top of the mess he just created.

"Fuck me dead Benj." I exclaim. "Fucking state. Ugh. Don't move alright, I'm gonna go turn the shower on."

He doesn't answer but leans his head back against the mattress with his eyes closed as the inevitable hangover symptoms kick in.

I run into his en suite to turn the shower on, then I quickly return, helping him to his feet and desperately trying not to inhale. Thankfully his legs were still working so making it to his shower wasn't too difficult. I gently shove him straight inside, clothes and all.