You winced as the door slammed. Looking up from your book, you could see that you weren't the only one who was disturbed. Seamus, Arthur and Dylan are all looking over the tops of their books, frowning.
Allistor, the eldest of the Kirkland brothers, stumbled into the living room. His cheeks were bright red, a dopey grin on his face. You glanced at Arthur. His large eyebrows had taken a skydive down to hover over his glaring green eyes. (The guy had gigantic eyebrows. As his best friend you were allowed to make fun of them.)
"Lassie!! Jis' tha girl Ah want'd ta see!!" He staggered slightly and you could tell that he was more than just a little drunk. Arthur stood, moving towards his brother.
"Go to bed Allistor, you're drunk."
The redhead waves his brother off, scoffing. "Ah'm nae drunk."
He turns back to you, green eyes sparkling. You watched warily. Allistor was unpredictable when he was drunk. One minute a crying lump, the next a furious cloud of fists and feet.
Dylan and Seamus were on their feet as well, also watching their brother warily.
Allistor staggered over, dropping to his knees in front of you. You scooted backwards on the seat, dropping your book to the floor. He shuffled forward on his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist.
The other three Kirkland brothers went tense, eyes wide. Allistor chuckled, rubbing his face against your stomach.
"Ah wanna baby lassie."
The room went silent, you could hear a pin drop. Gently, you pushed his head away from your belly.
"Um....Okay....Why are you telling me this?"
You blush as he kneaded your back with his large hands, still trying to nuzzle against your stomach.
"Cause Ah wan' it ta be yer baby lass."
Your face turns bright red. Seamus starts to shake, a hand covering his mouth. A smirk slowly spread across Dylans face as he stared at his foolish older brother. Seamus left the room, the returned a video camera in hand.
Great, he was going to film this.
Allistor hicupped, then sighed, slumping against your legs, his head in your lap. You shrieked when he suddenly lifted his head and nipped at your sweater. Arthur barked a curse and began yelling at Allistor.
The Scotsman laughed, squeezing you tighter. You squirmed, trying to pry his arms from around your waist. He began nipping and biting your waist, pushing your shirt up to access the soft flesh beneath.
"Artie!! Make him STOP!" Your voice went up at the end as Allistor bit down particularly hard.
"Nae lassie." He placed a kiss against the bite, then licked it. Arthur went behind his brother, wrapping his arms around his waist. Dylan joined him, both trying to pull the Scotsman off you.
Allistor growled, burying his face into your stomach. You winced as his fingers dug into your back. Seamus meanwhile, stood off to the side, filming everything, laughing his ass off. A real help.
You yelped again as you were dragged off your chair. Arthur and Dylan had managed to pull Allistor away from your chair and Allistor had managed to keep hold of you.
He laughed, crawling forward so he was hovering over you. Arthur growled something, turning to glare at Seamus.
"Come on lassie, please? Fer meh?"
You turned your head and shot a death glare to Allistor's brothers. They had given up on trying to help you. Your attention went back to Allistor when he began running his hand through your hair.
"NO. YOU ARE DRUNK." You scowled up at the Scotsman. You braced yourself, expecting a blow or angry yelling. Instead his green eyes went wide, then his face crumbled as he started to cry.
He fell against your body, sobs causing him to shake. Arthur's jaw dropped and Dylan looked surprised, his eyebrows shooting up. Seamus was still laugh, this time silently for lack of breath.
"Why lassie? Am Ah tha' repulsive? Do ye' hate me?"
"What? No I just....I." You broke off, cheeks flaming bright red. He broke into another round of hysteric sobbing.
It took over an hour to pry Allistor off your chest and drag him to bed. You stumbled into your room, dreading the next day.
The next day started off completely normal. Arthur, Dylan and Seamus didn't mention what had happened. You ate breakfast silently, waiting for the tense moment when Allistor woke up.
You waited for four hours. He woke up sometime after lunch, stumbling into the kitchen with a hangover. He only grunted a hello, then went back to his room with a glass of water and some Tylenol.
You relaxed, hoping the Seamus had been smart and destroyed the video of last night. But you had spoken too soon. Not three minutes later, Allistor let out a bellow.
You watched as he ran into the living room and grabbed Seamus by the shirt collar. The Irishman giggled, trying not to laugh. Allistor's face was nearly the same color as his hair. Arthur let out a little titter of laughter, trying to hide his face behind his book.
Dylan smirked, "What's wrong Al?"
The Scotsman opened his mouth to reply, then he caught sight of you. His face turned an even deeper shade of red. You watched, slightly amused as he backed up, then hurried back to his room.
Once he was gone, his brothers burst into laughter. You furrowed your eyebrows as Seamus pulled out his phone and tossed it to you. You stared at the screen, then blushed as you realized what you were watching.
It was what Seamus had filmed last night, he had uploaded it on Youtube.
Great. Now the whole world knew how Allistor felt about you. You watched the video through, then smirked.
This was going to be perfect when you needed to blackmail him.