It was five o'clock in the morning on a Sunday when Niklaus Mikaelson strolled down the large staircase of his manor, wearing only his favorite black pajama pants and pulling a simple grey cotton t-shirt over his head. Up until five minutes before, he had been soundly asleep after having worked on a painting all day long, but he was woken up by incessant buzzing of the doorbell someone, apparently, leaned on. Klaus groaned as he grabbed the door knob and pulled the door to himself fiercely and hopped back a step as a man fell into the house face first.

"Party rock is in the house tonight," Klaus heard his brother sing with his face touching the floor and his limbs struggling to push his body up . His feet were still out on the porch, now being hit repeatedly by the point of Rebekah's heeled boots along with a "Crawl on, you moron!" Klaus bent down and picked his brother up.

"Elijah," he shook his head, "What the hell happened to you?" Klaus tried his best to keep the drunk standing up straight, while enduring his continuous singing of songs Klaus recognized from having heard them on one of those awful parties Stefan had always dragged him to while they were on the hybrid quest. Elijah, for the first time in many years not wearing a suit – because you know, Barney Stinson has nothing on Elijah Mikaelson – hugged his younger brother and planted a kiss on Klaus' cheek while swaying his hips to an unheard beat.

"I love you brother," Elijah yelled and stretched out his arms to capture his sister and another drunk brother into a group hug, "You too, Kol, I love you, man! Rebekah! You're such a beautiful little girl and I am so proud of you, sister. I love you!"

"Jackass," she muttered and tore out of the group. She ran upstairs and Kol lifted his head up and his eyes followed her, "Where did she go, Nik?" he asked, as his head plopped back down on Elijah's shoulders.

"Is anyone going to tell me why you two are behaving like two irresponsible drunk teenagers and our sister is apparently mad at you both?" Klaus asked seriously while he supported both his brothers as they walked slowly to their bedrooms upstairs.

"Nik," Elijah began, holding his index finger up, "I think you need to loosen up." Klaus' eyes widened as he looked down at his brother who was still waving his finger in the air. "Seriously, brother," Elijah continued, "When was the last time you partied? I bet you forgot all your moves."

"It's been a while, I mean I've been busy," Klaus defended himself, "But I could definitely beat your ass at partying, brother. But that we will discuss later, once you're sober enough to walk on your own."

"I can walk on my own, Niklaus!" Elijah stated and stumbled, "See?"

"Okay, Elijah, that's alright. Let's get you two in bed."

"What two?" Elijah asked. "I don't remember bringing Daisy with me."

Klaus chuckled, "I meant Kol. Who's Daisy?" Elijah straightened his posture and smiled widely, "Daisy is pretty."

"I'm sure she is," Klaus nodded, "Human?"

"Yes."

"I see." The three men continued walking up the stairs, stumbling all together every few seconds. Kol was quiet, his head leaned on Klaus' shoulder and he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. He opened his mouth and with his eyes still closed, he said, "Nik? I need to pee."

Klaus groaned as he carried his brothers another step up the stairs, "Kol, you're dead. Surely you can hold it in."

"I have to go now, Nik, please," Kol moaned, kicking Klaus as a nervous child would. Klaus sighed.

"Rebekah! Bekah, please!" he called out and observed as she opened the door briefly, popped her head out, said her firm "'No' and shut the door into his face. Klaus pulled one of his arms back from Elijah and made him lean against a wall in the hallway.

"I'll leave you here and don't you dare to move an inch," he warned and Elijah nodded, grinning. "Come on, Kol," Klaus called and led his younger brother into a nearby bathroom. Rebekah opened her door once again and stepped out of her room.

"Do you know how much you embarrassed me, Elijah? Do you have any idea of what you made me look like?"

"Don't lecture me," Elijah defended himself, sighing and hitting the back of his head against the wall.
"Someone has to," she countered, "You're supposed to be the responsible brother around here."

"Leave him be, Rebekah," they heard Klaus say as he closed the door of the bathroom behind himself, "You can discuss that tomorrow."

"You're taking his side, Nik?" she asked, offended and Klaus shrugged.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't end up wherever it was that you went by himself, did he now? No? I'd say you and Kol are responsible for the state Elijah is in right now."

"Kol took him," she whined, and Niklaus shook his head, "As I recall the only reason Kol had for going was to ensure Matt Donovan would keep his paws off you, dear sister. Now, go get Kol from the bathroom and put him to bed as I get Elijah to his room. I don't want to see you two at least till lunchtime, is that clear?"

Rebekah turned around on her heel and stormed up to Kol. Klaus picked Elijah up again and led him to his room.
"Niklaus," Elijah asked, "Do you think vampires can get sick?" Klaus looked at him suspiciously. "I think I need to throw up."

Klaus let out an annoyed breath as he felt Elijah start to dance while walking. "What are you doing?"

"I'm dancing, of course."

"There isn't any music," Klaus whispered and looked down as he shook his head. "Elijah, why are you wearing my leather pants?"

"Wha- I'm not wearing anybody's pants!" Elijah yelled, pushing Klaus away.

"Yes, you are. Those are my favorite and I had them stored so Kol wouldn't destroy them. How did you get them, Elijah?" He took Elijah's hand as he opened the door to his room and pushed him inside. "You have enough of your own clothes!"

"Kol said I was too serious," the vampire pouted, "He said nobody comes to a party in a suit. Nik, you know I only have suits!" Klaus chuckled as he threw Elijah down on the king sized bed and the man jumped and turned around. "I don't want to go to bed yet, Niklaus."

Klaus put on a firm, disapproving expression on his face as he took off Elijah's shoes and threw his feet on the bed. "Well tough luck, brother, because you're going to sleep. Now. I don't want to see you outside these walls until you're sober, understood?"

"Yes, Niklaus," Elijah obeyed and plopped his head down on the pillow as Klaus turned off the light, left the room and closed the door silently. He went to his room, got back into his cold bed and tried to fall back asleep to the sound of heavy snoring coming from across the house, reminding himself to get better sound isolation – perhaps a spell would do.

Elijah came down the stairs in a stylish dark blue suit, carrying Klaus' pants over his arm and he felt two pair of eyes observing him closely; Rebekah's with disapproval, Klaus' with slight amusement.

"Niklaus, why have I woken up in your trousers? And Kol's boots under my bed?" he asked confusedly as Klaus tried to suppress a grin and Rebekah snorted as she poured him a cup of coffee.
"Wait until Kol wakes up. I knew those security cameras would be of good use someday."

Elijah raised his eyebrow in confusion, "I don't understand."

Klaus smiled mysteriously, "You will, soon enough. Oh, also, Elijah¸ I'd like to see those pants back in my closet clean by next week." He took his cup and left to his atelier, "Enjoy your coffee."