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"I'm not even joking." Edward pointed at his friend with his fork. "He slept like a damn log. I thought I was a heavy sleeper, he takes the cake."

Max stared at him blankly before raising his sippy cup to his lips, ultimately ignoring him as he drank.

David grinned at him happily. "Well it's good to hear that you got a good night's sleep. I'm sure you feel great!"

The raven nodded distantly.

"It's just gonna be really depressing having to go without all this." Edward muttered, shooting a glare at Gwen.

"I'm more than happy for you four to stick around for as long as you wish, by the way." Cameron interjected. "It's nice to have company."

Gwen didn't even look at the man as she spoke, poking at the lasts of her pancake lazily. "I feel like you're being sarcastic."

"Take it how you want, Grace–"

"Gwen."

"–but if you feel as though squatting is more safe than having an actual home, then go ahead and leave. It just sounds very half-assed if you ask me." He glanced at David. "You understand, right?"

"Of course!" He laughed hastily. "B-But we'll annoy you–"

"Like I said, company is always nice." His lips pursed. "It gets lonely listenng to CDs on your own–"

"You have CDs?!" Edward suddenly perked up with bright eyes. "As in music?!"

The elder narrowed his brows in confusion. "Yes? Why?"

The redhead smirked. "Is it any good?"

"Well, I mean, I think it's pretty good? Does that help–?"

"We're not putting music on." Gwen stated bluntly. "We don't wanna attract people."

Cameron nodded quickly. "Yes, she's right, sorry Eddie." He hesitated for a moment. "I do have other things that can be fun, though."

"Like what?"

"Woah."

It was the motherload.

A cellar full of random crap… but a fuck tonne of booze.

"So… how much–"

"As much as you want." Cameron spoke casually. "It not like I can drink all this on my own."

Eagerly, the redhead took hold of Max's hand and dragged him further into the cellar, quickly handing him bottles from the 'expensive' rack.

"How old are them two again?" Gwen muttered.

"Definitely not legal." David replied blankly, solely focused on watching the boys try to grab as many bottles as possible.

"Aw, come on, Davey! Let them have some fun–"

"Take some!" Edward suddenly handed the adults a bottle each. "Oh, we're gonna get so fucking wasted!"

David laughed hastily. "Haha, well that's–" He cut himself off as the younger teen suddenly popped off the cap and pressed the bottle to his lips, taking a few big gulps and wiping his mouth harshly with his arm. Edward stared at his friend in uncertainty before he grinned wildly.

"Fucking hell!" He laughed. "Hell yes, Max!"

The three adults stared at the raven in shock.

Now that was unexpected.

"I love it but hate it so, so much." Gwen uttered, Max staring at them with his usual deadpan expression, as he took another drink.

Cameron, despite his confusion, spoke up. "Let him do what he wants… it's his choice to suffer the consequences."

"He might hurt himself." David muttered and snatched the bottle off him. "He's quite young– oh for fucks sake."

Edward looked at him teasingly as he handed Max a new bottle, smirking. "Can't win this fight, my friend." David grunted as he walked away, Gwen following in suit as they went to get more bottles.

"D'you reckon he's a happy drunk?" Gwen thought out loud, finding the situation more and more amusing. "Oh! Or a sad drunk?" She waved Edward over. "Show us what shit you grabbed."

"Yes, ma'am." And with that he trotted over.

"Gay drunk?" Cameron piped up curiously, shrugging as the raven choked mid-drink, the wine trickling out the corner of his mouth and down his chin messily. He raised an eyebrow suggestively at him, lowering his voice. "What? You never know."

"Gay drunk? Ha, I don't think so–"

"Probably for you." He spoke louder so the redheaded teen could hear.

Edward furrowed his brows in disgust as he stammered over his words. "That's–"

"Take a joke, Eddie." He snorted, using his finger to tip Max's head upwards to lock eyes. "You've got a little something on your face." Max's cheeks darkened at the realisation and instinctively stuck out his wet tongue and tried to lick it off. He grunted as Cameron suddenly retracted his finger, running a hand through his hair. Why was he all sweaty? Quickly he turned his attention to the other three, calling out. "C'mon then! I'll, uh," He chanced a glance down at the boy. He was just staring up at him with wet, parted lips like before. "…I'll help carry them up!"