Title: Fire Bad, Tree Pretty (1/15: Beer Good)
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Fire Bad, Tree Pretty" on the subject line.)
Subject: The O.C.
Category: SSR
Rating: PG-13 for some language, alcohol usage, and mild sexuality.
Summary: The Cohens leave Seth and Ryan home alone for the weekend. Alcohol-related craziness ensues when they invite the girls over. Will get a bit more serious later on, but for now a light, fun, 'shippery piece. SS, minor RM.
Spoilers: "The Countdown", I guess; just the introduction of Hailey, because she'll be around in a later chapter.
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: Seth, Summer, Anna, Ryan, Marissa, Sandy, Kirsten, Hailey, etc. are all property of Fox television, College Hill Pictures, Josh Schwartz, etc. Sadly, the only thing benefitting from this is my brain in creating more Adam Brody fantasies.
Author's notes: I've never actually been drunk, and none of my friends really drink, so forgive me if I've portrayed this all wrong. It's really only meant to be a funny, light piece for now.
Dedication: To Oliver, for Theaterfest fun and his clipple.
~*~
Alcohol was a very, very good thing, Seth Cohen had decided. For the first sixteen years of his life, he had had no more than the occasional glass of champagne at family functions. Which, living in Orange County, was saying something. Right now, however, he was making up for lost time.
He still wasn't sure how he and Ryan had convinced his parents to go away on vacation and leave them at home alone. The boys had been extra kind and responsible and considerate for close to a month. Finally, the Cohens had decided that it was safe to go without leaving Rosa to stay with them, as they knew Hailey hardly qualified as supervision. The decision had been made with great reluctance, and they had almost changed their minds several times. Bottom line, however? They were gone. And the second they had left, Seth and Ryan had wasted no time getting their hands on some beer and inviting the girls over for the weekend. Technically, inviting only two people over wasn't really a party, so technically, they weren't really breaking the rules. The beer was harder to rationalize, but it was well worth the risk. And after sixteen years of playing the perfect child, Seth had decided that it was due time for a little teenage rebellion. And Ryan...well, Ryan didn't really need much encouragement when it came to teenage rebellion.
So yes, alcohol was good. Mainly in the sense that the drinking of it had led to Summer laying on top of him like she was doing right now. He and Ryan were sitting on the couch, Summer sprawled out across their laps, sleeping. Seth had had about three beers over the past few hours. He was buzzed, teetering on the edge of drunk. Ryan was in about the same state, although he had had several more beers than Seth had - growing up in Chino had taught him to hold his alcohol well. You would have thought that being raised on Newport Beach bashes would have done the same thing, but Marissa and Summer were completely sloshed. Marissa, who sat in a nearby chair, was currently passed out, coming in and out of unconsciousness to ramble a bit of nonsense, then promptly pass out again. Summer, meanwhile, had been drunkenly pawing at Seth for the past few hours. Sloppy kisses, rough groping...he was in heaven. Across from him, Marissa's head lolled back, and her eyes fluttered open, taking a few seconds to focus on Ryan.
"Hey, baby," she purred, reaching out her hand. Ryan took it, kissing the back of it, almost asleep himself. Summer snuggled her face further into Seth's thigh. It was...nice. It had been awhile since the four of them had just hung out like this. It was...nice. *He* was nice. And happy. And, apparently, drunk. And tired. Out of the corner of his eyes, Seth saw Ryan's head begin to droop as well, and within minutes, all four of them were once again asleep. Just as he was drifting off, Seth smiled to himself. Alcohol was good.
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Fire Bad, Tree Pretty" on the subject line.)
Subject: The O.C.
Category: SSR
Rating: PG-13 for some language, alcohol usage, and mild sexuality.
Summary: The Cohens leave Seth and Ryan home alone for the weekend. Alcohol-related craziness ensues when they invite the girls over. Will get a bit more serious later on, but for now a light, fun, 'shippery piece. SS, minor RM.
Spoilers: "The Countdown", I guess; just the introduction of Hailey, because she'll be around in a later chapter.
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: Seth, Summer, Anna, Ryan, Marissa, Sandy, Kirsten, Hailey, etc. are all property of Fox television, College Hill Pictures, Josh Schwartz, etc. Sadly, the only thing benefitting from this is my brain in creating more Adam Brody fantasies.
Author's notes: I've never actually been drunk, and none of my friends really drink, so forgive me if I've portrayed this all wrong. It's really only meant to be a funny, light piece for now.
Dedication: To Oliver, for Theaterfest fun and his clipple.
~*~
Alcohol was a very, very good thing, Seth Cohen had decided. For the first sixteen years of his life, he had had no more than the occasional glass of champagne at family functions. Which, living in Orange County, was saying something. Right now, however, he was making up for lost time.
He still wasn't sure how he and Ryan had convinced his parents to go away on vacation and leave them at home alone. The boys had been extra kind and responsible and considerate for close to a month. Finally, the Cohens had decided that it was safe to go without leaving Rosa to stay with them, as they knew Hailey hardly qualified as supervision. The decision had been made with great reluctance, and they had almost changed their minds several times. Bottom line, however? They were gone. And the second they had left, Seth and Ryan had wasted no time getting their hands on some beer and inviting the girls over for the weekend. Technically, inviting only two people over wasn't really a party, so technically, they weren't really breaking the rules. The beer was harder to rationalize, but it was well worth the risk. And after sixteen years of playing the perfect child, Seth had decided that it was due time for a little teenage rebellion. And Ryan...well, Ryan didn't really need much encouragement when it came to teenage rebellion.
So yes, alcohol was good. Mainly in the sense that the drinking of it had led to Summer laying on top of him like she was doing right now. He and Ryan were sitting on the couch, Summer sprawled out across their laps, sleeping. Seth had had about three beers over the past few hours. He was buzzed, teetering on the edge of drunk. Ryan was in about the same state, although he had had several more beers than Seth had - growing up in Chino had taught him to hold his alcohol well. You would have thought that being raised on Newport Beach bashes would have done the same thing, but Marissa and Summer were completely sloshed. Marissa, who sat in a nearby chair, was currently passed out, coming in and out of unconsciousness to ramble a bit of nonsense, then promptly pass out again. Summer, meanwhile, had been drunkenly pawing at Seth for the past few hours. Sloppy kisses, rough groping...he was in heaven. Across from him, Marissa's head lolled back, and her eyes fluttered open, taking a few seconds to focus on Ryan.
"Hey, baby," she purred, reaching out her hand. Ryan took it, kissing the back of it, almost asleep himself. Summer snuggled her face further into Seth's thigh. It was...nice. It had been awhile since the four of them had just hung out like this. It was...nice. *He* was nice. And happy. And, apparently, drunk. And tired. Out of the corner of his eyes, Seth saw Ryan's head begin to droop as well, and within minutes, all four of them were once again asleep. Just as he was drifting off, Seth smiled to himself. Alcohol was good.