Writing prompt of didn't we chuck you out already is Scott and Selene doing karaoke and getting drunk

Everyone has different ways of letting off steam after a difficult day, and Scott Tracy was no exception. All his brothers knew was that he took himself off to the mainland somewhere, to one of his regular haunts, hauled up in a bar for a few hours, possibly overnight, and came back feeling a lot better. They all had an idea or two of what he could be up to, but since he was an adult and able to take care of himself, they left him to it.

It had been one of those days where everything that could go wrong did just that and no one was particularly surprised to hear the all too familiar words from Scott.

"I'm going out, I'll be back later."

"See ya!" Alan called back.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Gordon advised.

"Stay safe," Virgil requested.

John didn't say anything because as usual he wasn't there and even if he had been, he'd trust his brother not to be an idiot.

Scott took one of their smaller civilian planes, landing it at the small, private airfield of Duxford not far from London. As usual they had a car waiting for him to use to take himself into the city.

He settled himself at the bar and started on the first of many beers, that would loosen him up enough to actually do what he went there for.

Selene wished she was anywhere but here with these people. How had she found the most boring people on the planet? Dinner had been an agonisingly slow affair, made worse by the fact that the curry house they were in didn't sell alcohol. She hated having to cozy up to clients that were like that, just totally not her people.

"Oh, no thank you, I couldn't eat another bite." She waved aside their offer of dessert, really not wanting to spend any more time there than she had to. "Actually, I really should get going, I've got an early morning tomorrow and I really want to get started on your Natal chart while all your information is fresh in my head." Translation: your boring bullshit has melted my brain into a puddle and I have to escape before my boyfriend has to fake an emergency and rescue me.

She shook hands with them both -the most average, middle class, middle aged, beige couple you could imagine- and with many assurances that she would send their charts and personality profiles (should be easy enough since they didn't seem to have one to share between them) by the end of the week, and hightailed it out of the restaurant like the hounds of hell were on her heels.

She took a deep breath of the pollution heavy air, tipping her head back to look up at the sky, but in London there was zero chance she would ever spot the tiny bright light that was Five up in orbit. But, as was her custom, she still blew a kiss upwards to her spaceman, just because.

It was a chilly night and she pulled her coat closer as she began to walk. It was still early and she didn't really feel like heading straight home, her apartment was lovely and while it was home, recently it had begun to feel very quiet and empty after the constant noise and chaos that was Tracy Island.

Her feet took her in the direction of one of her old haunts, Camden, where the bars were friendly, the music was loud and the drinks were strong. It was just the place for a witch to kill some time, you never knew who you might bump into. She was the type of person that always knew someone somewhere.

She wandered along past the now closed market and deeper into the social hub that was Camden Town. She looked around, debating. What did she fancy? She cocked her head to one side, notes of music catching her attention. Huh, she liked that song. Following her ears she pushed her way through the crowds that seemed to be a permanent fixture and located the pub she was looking for.

A flashing neon light in the window caught her attention as she pushed open the door. "Karaoke, this should be good for a laugh."

She wound a path through the very full tables that were scattered here and there towards the bar.

To her delight she recognised the barman, someone she'd known from years ago back in Essex (yes she'd gone up in the world) and passed a pleasant few minutes catching up while he made her a tequila sunrise.

The singer that had been slowly killing a Bon Jovi classic finally stopped her torturing of their ears. The crowd clapped politely, but then burst into genuinely appreciative applause.

"Oh, they sound popular," she remarked, not bothering to turn around as Clive slid her glass across the bar.

"Yeah, he's a bit of a hit that one. Damn good looking and has one hell of a set of pipes on him. I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating biscuits, I can tell you."

Selene giggled, saluting him with her glass. "You dog! Still not settled down yet then?"

Clive grinned. "Oh, I have, but I can window shop. It's just a shame he doesn't come in that often, apparently he had a busy job and has to travel a lot. So, what about you, you still a single pringle?"

Selene smiled, immediately picturing John.

"Oh, that's a happy look," Clive waggle his eyebrows as the music started, something she recognised. He was right, the dude singing along to Judas Priest's Evening Star was good.

"Yeah, I-" she trailed off as something caught her attention. That voice, it sounded so familiar… she turned to look at the stage.

"Scott?" Damn, that boy could sing! Who knew? She had never even heard him humming around the Villa, even though the others all did. She often heard Gordon singing from the shower or Alan humming along while Virgil played, even John was known to quietly sing along to a song when he thought no one was watching. But not Scott. Did anyone else know about this?

"Wait, you know him?"

She turned back to Clive. "Yeah, that's my kinda brother-in-law."

Clive whistled, beginning to laugh. "And you didn't know he was here?"

"No! I wasn't even supposed to be here but I had a client dinner not too far away and thought I'd stop off for a drink on my way home."

"Oh shit, this is gonna be interesting."

She turned back to watch the eldest Tracy as he owned the stage, commanding the audience's attention as he did everything else in his life. With total confidence.

"What's he drinking?"

"Same as always, a bottle of Bud and a whiskey chaser."

She nodded. "Wait until he gets back, then tell him someone bought him a drink, I'll wait down there." She ordered another for herself and tapped her thumb on the paypoint before making herself scarce.

Scott finished up his turn and, after putting his name back on the list, headed to the bar. Clive already had his drinks waiting but waved away his thumb when he tried to pay.

"Already paid for."

Scott frowned, who could have done that, were they even safe to drink? He gingerly picked up the glass and subtly sniffed its contents.

"Who?"

Clive pointed down the bar and Scott turned to look.

"Fuck."

Selene grinned, raising her glass in greeting.

Scott dropped his head into his hands, he was doomed. He'd never hear the last of this from his brothers.

Selene scooted off her stool and hopped up next to him.

"Sup, bro?"

The look on his face said he was praying for death.

"How much is this gonna cost me?"

"Dude, you insult me. You see my face? I'm insulted. As if I'd ever do that to you, you're my backup boyfriend."

"Fine, what do you want?"

She shook her head sadly. "So used to dealing with brothers. Who said I wanted anything? I was the one that got you a drink."

He gave her a look that said he clearly didn't believe her.

"OK, two things."

He sighed, sipping his whiskey for strength.

"I get to share your turn and I pick the song."

He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" That was all she wanted?

"Yep," she sipped her drink.

"You won't tell anyone?"

"Of course not, no one else needs to know. What you do in your free time is your business."

He sighed with relief, starting on his beer. "Thank you."

"No worries. I got choo boo."

Scott was three beers down to her one cocktail by the time his name, Alan apparently, was called. She gave him a look, trying not to laugh as he made his, now slightly unsteady, way to the tiny raised platform that was serving as a stage.

She took control of the tablet controlling the sound system and picked their song.

"What did you choose?" If she'd picked something girly and ridiculous his reputation would be in tatters.

"You'll see!" she grabbed the microphone in preparation. "You hit the first verse, I'll do the second and we'll both slam the chorus."

The opening bars hit and he smiled. OK, so maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

She nudged him with her elbow. How dare he doubt her. He looked comfortable in that loose limbed, casual strut kinda way he had, like he knew he'd got this shit. He raised his mic to his lips and began to sing.

"We're leaving together,

But still it's farewell

And maybe we'll come back

To earth, who can tell?

I guess there is no one to blame

We're leaving ground

Will things ever be the same again?"

She joined in with the chorus and he couldn't help but wince. She couldn't even see the notes let alone hit them. Singing was definitely not one of her talents.

When she sang her verse he held his breath, hoping the audience wouldn't be too mean to her.

"We're heading for Venus

And still we stand tall

'Cause maybe they've seen us

And welcome us all, yeah

With so many light years to go

And things to be found

I'm sure that we'll all miss her so."

She had more keys than a locksmith, her pitch was patchy and all over the place, and at one point she sounded like a cat with its tail stuck in a door, but none of that mattered.

He joined in with the chorus and she grabbed his hand, bouncing him on the spot.

"The final countdown, ohhh

It's the final countdown

The final countdown

The final countdown

The final countdown"

She sang as she did everything else, with total confidence and endless energy. She bounced around, air guitared using his arm as the guitar, strumming hard and was clearly having the best time. It didn't matter that she sounded awful, she really didn't get a shit.

"It's the final countdown

We're leaving together

The final countdown

We'll all miss her so

It's the final countdown

It's the final countdown

Oh

It's the final countdown"

By the time they finished they were both panting, laughing so hard they could barely stand up and the audience were on their feet, cheering their efforts.

Drinks were waiting at the bar, provided by a generous patron and they gulped for several seconds without stopping.

"Damn, you got moves, boy."

He chucked. "Yeah, you aren't too bad yourself."

"I think we're the stars of the night. Maybe we should do an encore some other time."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I think I'd like that."

Selene lent over the bar, checking out the snacks. Scott seemed a little worse for wear and she was hoping that if she could get him to eat something it might soak up a little of the alcohol currently assaulting his system.

She heard the crack a second before the searing pain took hold. "Owww! What the fuck?"

She span around, hands clutching her backside.

A man stood there, a pleased as fuck grin on his face.

"Hey, sexy, nice moves out there, wanna come and sit on my lap and give me a private performance?"

"Did you just smack my -"

Scott came out of nowhere, pushing her behind him.

"Oh, big man are you? No harm done, mate, I don't mind sharing, or is she your girlfriend or something?"

"Worse," Scott's voice had lowered to nothing more than a growl. "She's my brother's. And no one fucks with my family."

Scott's fist was suddenly up close and personal with the man's jaw, knocking him flying backwards to crash to the ground. People in the crowd screamed, patrons scooting back out of the way, while others started cheering, picking sides.

Chaos erupted around them as her currently unconscious assaulter's friends attempted to dog pile Scott. They leapt at him but he managed to roll out of the way of one but another landed on his legs, pinning him down as he started flailing his arms in an attempt to hit Scott, who was managing to block almost every blow.

Selene dived out of the way, not wanting to catch a stray punch or kick. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his attackers friend decided to have another go while Scott was occupied.

"Oh no you don't you fucker!" Selene lashed out, punting the dude firmly between his legs, grabbing his head as he doubled over, bringing her knee up to smash into his nose.

"Never attack my brother!" She grabbed her bag, swinging it at the one still on Scott, smacking him around the head as she launched herself at his back, trying to drag him away.

Scott took full advantage of the distraction, managing to land a few good hits even though his left eye was already starting to swell and his nose was bleeding.

"Wanker," Selene screamed as hands grabbed her and hauled her off the man. She went swinging, flailing like a mad woman as she tried to kick the man that had hurt Scott. "I'll kill you!" She attempted to elbow whoever it was that had hold of her but failed. "Let me go!"

"Stop moving and I will." She glanced over her shoulder, realising that she was being held by one of the bouncers and instantly relaxed, looking as innocent as possible. He didn't look like he was buying it.

Another bouncer had hauled the man off Scott and was shoving him and his friends towards the door.

"Good, toss those twats out!" She was so angry.

"You too, out!"

"What? But they started it!" She shook off the bouncer and reached for Scott, who was getting slowly to his feet. "Look what they did to him!"

"Your friend here threw the first punch."

"Yeah, because he slapped my arse."

"Well we didn't see that, all we saw it this guy swinging. So out."

"That's bullshit!"

"You'd allow him to get away with slapping my sister?" Scott had decided to join in, once again trying to tuck her behind him and insert himself between her and any perceived danger.

"It was only her backside, it's not like he hurt her, now out you go, come along like a good lad."

And for the second time in less than five minutes Scott's fist made contact with a hard jaw.

"No!" she tried to shove her way between them but Scott was still rather drunk and stumbled when his arm was grabbed and yanked up behind his back.

"Get off him!" Selene swung her bag at the bouncer holding her boy but he dodged it.

"Out, both of you, you're barred!"

They were marched out of the bar and unceremoniously shoved outside. Scott sagged, wobbling on his feet and she grabbed his arm to keep him upright.

"Woah, big guy, let's get you something to eat and maybe sort coffee."

"No! I'm fine, I'm good. Drink…lets get a drink. More drink! Bartender!"

"Erm…babe, we're on the street, there's no drink here. Or a bartender for that matter."

He looked around, squinting slightly as if seeing it for the first time. "We are? There's not? Oww." His big hand came up to cradle his face. "Why does my face hurt?"

"You walked into a door."

"I did?" he weaved a little on the spot and grinned. "Bet I kicked its ass!"

"Yeah you did! Knocked its handle right off."

"Taught that door a lesson it won't forget."

"Yes you did."

"Then I deserve a drink!" For someone that had drunk as much as he had he was quick on his feet when he wanted to be.

"Scott! Get back here!"

She groaned as she raced after him, catching up as he dived into another bar.

"F…f….f…."

"Fluffernut?"

She shook her head…teeth chattering.

"F…frog?"

"No...oope."

"Flatulence?"

"No." She ducked under his arm, cuddling up to his side for warm. "What was I saying?"

Scott shrugged almost knocking her over. "Fucked if I know."

"Fuck! That's it. FUCK IT'S COLD OUT HERE!" She smiled proudly. "I remembered. Praise me."

"Good job." He pulled back to look at her, blinking a few times in an effort to focus. "Were you wearing a jacket?"

"Jacket?" What was a jacket? Jacket…that was a funny word. "Jahhhkeeet." She began to giggle then suddenly stopped, mouth morphing into a pout. "I was! I had one."

They both looked at the karaoke bar in disgust.

"They stole your jacket."

"Son of a bitch! How dare they! We have to get it back, Scott, we have to. I can't live without it!"

He nodded, trying to look serious but not succeeding. "We have a…" he paused, clearly stuck having lost his train of thought.

"A problem," she supplied.

He frowned. "That doesn't sound right…"

"Never mind that. I need my jacket, my precious precious beautiful jacket."

He nodded again, his head wobbling dangerously. "I shall rescue your jacket from its captors if it's the last thing I do!"

"My hero!"

Their plan was simple, she would distract, he would sneak. He could sneak, he assured her, he was a professional. She believed him, because he was her spare boyfriend and he would never let her down.

Distraction, she could do that, she could be distracting, she did it every day without even meaning to…but then that was John and that sometimes involved getting naked, so maybe that wasn't the best idea.

"You don't want to see my boobs, do you?" she asked the bouncer. It was best to be sure because that wasn't going to happen and she didn't want to waste her time.

"What?"

"My boobs. You aren't expecting to see them are you? Because I don't think my spaceman would like that."

"Spaceman?" the bouncer could feel a headache coming on, it had been a long night already. "Why would I want to see you tits?"

"Because they're banging, even if I say so myself."

The bouncers eyes slipped down to her chest, she looked vaguely familiar.

"Are you looking at my boobs?" she cupped the twins. "I just told you you can't do that!"

The bouncer was losing patience. "Listen lady, I didn't want to see them, you asked if I wanted to. Why would you do that if you didn't want me to look?"

Selene gave him a look that said he was being particularly dense. "Because I need to distract you and I didn't want to have to use my boobs! Why else?"

The bouncer shifted away from the wall he had been leaning against, standing upright. "Why would you need to dis- hang on, didn't we chuck you out already?"

"Jacket!"

"Jesus lady, don't scream!"

"Jacket! Come home jacket!"

"What are you on about?"

"Scoottttttt, jacket!"

"Who… URGHH" the bouncer stumbled forward as Scott shot out of the bar behind him, running like his life depended on it, her jacket clutched under one arm like a football.

"Jacket!" she launched herself at him, leaping onto his back, her arms around his neck, clinging like a spider monkey as he dashed off.

"OK then."

John stated at the ridiculous sight that had greeted him when he let himself into his girlfriend's apartment.

She was there, which he had expected, but that was where the normalness ended.

She was passed out on the couch, her legs over his brother who was sleeping the deep slumber of the very drunk. His head was tipped back, his mouth open and he was snoring loudly, probably caused by both the alcohol and the puffy state of his nose, no doubt having happened at the same time as his swollen eye. He had one foot on the couch and the other on the floor, pillowed on a half eaten and very squashed kebab. There was a chair close to the couch and it appeared to be dressed in her leather jacket.

"I don't even want to know." He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the pair, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

He reached over to take the bag of chips away from Selene, who had them clutched tightly to her chest like they were her most precious possession. She grumbled in her sleep and smacked at his hand. He ignored it, much as he did almost everything else she did.

So much for his hopes of a quietly comfortable nights sleep with his love. Well, she couldn't stay there.

Carefully he eased one arm under her legs and another behind her back, rolling her into his arms as he lifted her off his brother. He carried her to bed and removed her shoes and jeans, tucking her in, before fetching her a glass of water and a bucket from under her kitchen sink.

That little evil streak that everyone had when it came to their siblings raised its head, telling him to just leave his brother to suffer, but John was above that sort of thing.

He dragged Scott's legs up onto the couch and settled him more comfortably before tidying away their food and leaving the wastepaper basket by the couch along with a bottle of water from the fridge.

He had no idea how they had ended up together, or how they had managed to get themselves in such a state but they would be paying for it tomorrow, their hangovers were going to be the stuff of legends.

Chuckling to himself he settled in bed beside his girl, spooning up behind her, smiling when she wiggled closer in her sleep, mumbling his name.

He hugged her tighter, her sleepy little sigh making his heart warm even more.

"I love you, crazy lady."

"Love you too."

She turned her head, wanting a kiss.

"You're drunk."

"I am not!"

He kissed her softly and she purred happily, leaning back against his chest, her bottom wiggling closer into his lap.

"Definitely drunk."

"Slightly tipsy," she countered. "Mmm, you feel so good right now." She nuzzled his chin, loving the slight stubble that dusted his jaw.

"Is this drunken horniness? Should I be insulted that you only want me because you've been out with my brother?"

"No, I want you all the time." She rolled over to face him, sliding her arms around his waist, smiling happily when she realised he was only wearing boxers. "Mmm skin." She kissed his chest just above his heart. "Do you know just how sexy you are, Space Man?

"No. Are you going to tell me?" He was finding this highly amusing.

She nodded seriously. "Yes, yes I am. You are so incredibly sexy, just mind blowingly gorgeous. I mean…" she let her hands wander the terrain of his chest. "Ooof, baby."

"Ooof? Well that's definitely something every man aspires to be."

"You're so ooofy."

"Anything else you wish to add?"

"Yes. You butt makes me want to bite it."

His lips twitched as he tried to hold in a smile. "Bite it?"

"Yes, because I seem to spend half my life watching it while you're floating around in front of me. And it's very, very tempting. It's unfair of you really."

"Oh yes, very unfair I'm sure. How dare I keep it right there. I must do it on purpose."

"You do. And your chest is there just to taunt me. One man should not be that hot. It should be illegal."

"Well, I shall try my hardest to not be as attractive to you."

"Thank you." She snuggled back into his arms, lying quietly for so long he was sure she'd fallen asleep again.

"It's no good, I can't sleep."

He opened his eyes to look at her. She was staring up at him.

"I love your eyes."

"Is there anything you don't love?"

She nodded.

"And that is?"

"The fact that you aren't kissing me."

"That is something that is easily remedied."

His lips found hers in a gentle kiss that melted her heart. He kissed her again, lips parting just enough that she could tease the tip of his tongue with hers. She moaned softly. This was the good shit.

"I love your lips," she mumbled against his mouth. His control broke and he started to laugh.