This is all soniabigcheese's fault! And thanks to Gumnut for the read-through. A little were!Virgil for you

Virgil stumbled from his room, eyes blurry and mouth like a toilet brush. What the hell had he and his brother done last night. He groaned inwardly as it felt like the lift was plummeting to the ground only to stop at the last minute.

He was gonna throw up.

Hand over his mouth, Virgil stumbled out into the grand entrance of the most expensive luxury hotel New York had to offer. There was no way he could throw up here – not only would he never hear the end of it, neither would the family as the press would have a field day.

That thought put some backbone into him, and almost instantly he turned from a green hunchback to a six-foot-tall Tracy with the world at his feet. Looking to his left he could see Scott standing in the doorway of the restaurant, bemused expression on his face. His brother always could see right through him.

The scowl he directed at Scott would have melted a lesser man. Unfortunately, Scott was immune to scowls from little brothers, and a huge grin broke out across his face. Virgil may have mumbled a curse about sun worshippers and ungodly abilities to drink copious amounts of alcohol and still be fresh as a daisy.

Scott casually reached over and snagged Virgil's arm, making his younger brother realise he was weaving slightly, and he was steered over to a corner table. On the table was the nectar he craved. The food and drink of the gods.

Coffee. And not just a cup. A whole god-damn pot of pure black ecstasy.

He reached over to Scott, taking the man's face in both hands and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss on the forehead. It was loud and lipsmacking was involved. Scott tried to pull away, but Virgil was strong and held on tight for a second more before releasing Scott so suddenly the man stumbled back a couple of steps.

It was Virgil's turn to smirk. Little brothers had the right to annoy the pants off of big brothers, especially when they had no right not to be suffering. Why oh why had he drunk so much last night?

Scott shoved Virgil into a seat and poured him a coffee before heading over to the buffet to grab breakfast. He returned with a plate piled high with meats and eggs and some biscuits – Virgil could swear there was a waffle buried in the mess somewhere. As Virgil groaned appreciatively into his coffee, Scott made inroads into his breakfast trying hard not to grin more as his brother rigidly averted his eyes.

Virgil and coffee first thing in the morning were a match made in heaven, and none of his brothers were foolish enough to even attempt conversation before the third cup. But this was a world record for Virgil! Scott watched with increased amusement as he downed his fifth coffee, and he pushed a bacon sandwich across. Virgil didn't even notice as he picked it up and inhaled it before reaching down for the second one on the plate.

Six coffees and three bacon sandwiches later and Scott was dragging Virgil out of the hotel and across the way to Central Park. They strolled in the glorious sunshine for almost half an hour. There were usually lots of people in the park, but there were not many that morning.

Of which fact Virgil was very thankful for when his six coffees decided it was time to make a reappearance.

'Scott, I need to go.' Scott glanced at him.

'The toilets are on the other side of the park, Virg.'

'Uh, ok.'

They walked another few steps before there was an increasing pressure on his bladder and Virgil looked wildly around them. 'I need…I need to go now!' he hissed.

'It will take a bit longer to reach…' was all Scott managed to say before he was talking to a pile of clothes and his brother was a whisk of hair in the corner of his eye. He sighed heavily and picked up the pile of clothes. Scott had got into the habit of carrying a bag with him at all times, what with any of them changing at any time, and he scooped them up and carried on strolling. Virgil would catch up when he was ready.

Virgil had darted behind a bush and relieved himself. Six coffees. It was a long pee…and a great relief.

Shaking himself, he ambled out and sought out his brother. His scent was strong and Scott had carried on walking, but in his wolf form it didn't take long to catch up. Virgil would have rolled his eyes. Scott was talking to a woman. She was dressed all in lycra and had obviously been jogging, but the two were chatting as they walked.

Virgil bounded in between the two, and was gratified when the woman shrieked and leapt aside, screaming at the two as Scott laid a hand on his brother's head. Ok, Virgil was a big black wolfdog, but he'd never seen a reaction like this!

The woman ran off, and Scott ruffled Virgil between his ears. They carried on walking as they were, aiming for the toilets so that Virgil could change back. They were almost there when a park ranger stepped out in front of them.

'I'm sorry sir, but dogs are not allowed in Central Park off a lead after 9am. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to issue you with a fine. Licence please.'

Scott looked at Virgil.

'Um, I'm afraid that I don't have it on me.'

'Really? Well, that means I'm going to have to add more fines to you.'

Scott groaned inwardly. This was going to be expensive. The ranger insisted Virgil wear a collar and be walked on the lead until they were out of the park. Scott had to smuggle him into the hotel room.

Once he was dressed Virgil cornered Scott in the suite's lounge. His brother was on his tablet, filling in forms to register Virgil and Alan for licenses.

'If you ever tell our brothers about that…'

Scott smirked. John wasn't the only one that collected blackmail material.