A/N: Woohoo final chapter! I've had so much fun writing this.
At the sharp sound of the front door slamming, Danny awoke from his nap on the couch. He heard distant humming and clumsy footsteps. It was then that Danny remembered that Jamie had been at a party, and had promised to be home before midnight. It was now two in the morning. Danny ran a hand over his face and got up, ready to confront his brother. Jamie stumbled in from the kitchen, a dopey smile on his face. Danny could smell the alcohol on him from where he was standing. He shouldn't have been drinking; he was underage. That wasn't to say that Danny was an angel when he was that age, either.
"Jeez kid, you been drinkin'?" Danny mumbled.
"N—Nooo, you've been drinking. You're all—all—topsy-turvy and sssspinning everywheeerre." Jamie slurred, waving a finger in the air to make his point. He was just about to topple over before Danny caught him around the waist.
"That would be you who is spinning." Danny grunted, putting an arm around his sibling's shoulder and trying to guide him up the stairs.
"Heeeyy you wanna dance? I looove dancing. Come on Danny, dance with me! Pleeeaassseee?" Jamie spun out from under Danny's arm and grabbed his brother's hands, twirling them around the living room.
"Oh god kid, you know I get dizzy real easy." Danny moaned, forcing Jamie to stand still.
"Wow, you're no fun. I'll just see if Joe wants to dance…JO—!" Danny clapped a hand over Jamie's mouth before he could yell out his name.
"We're gonna get you up to bed, and you're gonna stay there. Got it?" Danny whispered dangerously in Jamie's ear. Jamie giggled.
"Suurre thing you." Jamie said, jabbing a finger at Danny's chest. He sighed.
After much struggling to get Jamie up the stairs, Danny decided it would be best to just dump Jamie on the couch and be done with it. Jamie would hold onto the banister like a five year old and whine while Danny would try in vain to pull him off, or he would feign sleep with loud, obnoxious snores until Danny got pissed enough to give up.
It didn't take long before Jamie was fast asleep, head nestled deep into the cushions. As a final act of kindness, Danny left a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the table next to the couch. The poor kid would need it in the morning.
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The next morning, Danny was the first one downstairs. Jamie was beginning to stir, and a pained groan told Danny that he was awake.
"I think I'm dead." Jamie wailed, holding his head.
"No kid, you're hungover." Danny told him bluntly. Jamie looked confused for a moment. Then his eyes went wide.
"Oh my god—what did I do?"
"Ah, not much. You just danced with me in the living room and whined like a baby and giggled—a lot." Danny couldn't resist. Jamie closed his eyes slowly.
"Damn it."
"You'd better take those." Danny gestured at the pills and the water. Jamie scrambled for them gratefully.
"Thanks." Jamie said, falling back asleep.
"Whatever." The things he did for that kid.
A/N: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW ENTERTAINING WRITING DRUNK!JAMIE WAS. Oh my god it was amazing. Thank you for following the story, and happy fanfic—ing!
