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I’d told him those shots were a terrible idea.
“We’re back. We’re putting you to bed,” I told him as Max got out.
“We? Is Max staying over?” he asked, fumbling for the seatbelt. “Tell him to stay with me instead. I’m way more fun than you.”
“I am so sorry,” I said to Max, getting out of the car. “I don’t think he’s been this drunk for fifteen years.”
“Shh.” Kev clung to Max and moved his finger in my direction as if he were going to press it against my mouth, but it was a good three feet away from me. “Don’t let him know how old I am.”
Jesus.
He was thirty-two.
He was hardly knocking on the door of the Department of Work and Pensions to reclaim a meagre percentage of his tax contributions, was he?
“Hello, Max. Are you sh—shoreyou’d like my slister over me?” Kev ran a finger down Max’s chest.
Max, for his part, seemed totally unbothered by it.
I was having the time of my life. It took three attempts to get the bloody key in the lock because I was trying so hard not to laugh.
“I think you need to stop talking, mate, before you say something you’ll regret,” Max said diplomatically.
“Aaron! I must call him!” Kev announced, raising his fist in the air. “We shall get ma-la-married henceforths!”
Oh, good.
We’d gone from slurring drunk to medieval knight drunk.
That was always fun.
“He’s probably in bed,” I told him, helping Max get him over the threshold. “Why don’t you go to sleep and speak to him tomorrow?”
“No! I must tell him my answer!”
“Okay. Hold on. I’ll call him, and if he answers, you can talk to him. If not, he’s asleep, and you’ll leave him until tomorrow. Deal?”
“Deal or no deal! Open the box!”
Lord help me.
Was that show even still on TV?
I pulled my phone out of my bag, ignoring Max’s panicked look, and pretended to dial Aaron’s number. I made a show of waiting for an answer, then after about forty-five seconds, sighed and pretended to hang up. “He’s sleeping, Kev.”
“Oh, balls. I should schleep.” He looked at me with wide eyes. “Shit, where’s my phlone?”
I had no idea why he added a random ‘l’ to words when he was drunk, but it was funny.
“I have it. It’s got no battery. I’ll charge it for you,” I promised, pulling my sandals off. “Come on, upstairs. I’ll bring you some water.”
“Yes! Yes to water!” He raised his hand again as if he were a Roman Emperor leading an army to war.
The only leading he was doing was leading me to exhaustion.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered to myself, heading into the kitchen. It’d been a long time since I’d seen my brother drunk, and I’d forgotten just how insufferable he was.
I fetched him a glass of water and went upstairs to the room he’d chosen to stay in. He was already lying on the bed, and Max was closing the curtains. He turned when he saw me and pressed a finger to his lips in a ‘shh’ motion, nodding towards the bed.
