Alvin woke up to the sound of paramedics and a panicked Theodore and Simon.

"Alvin? Alvin are you alright?" Asked Simon.

He had an oxygen mask on and tubes running up his arms and nose. He felt sick.

"Alvin, just breathe okay? We're gonna give you some painkillers."

Alvin felt a needle stab his arm and he screeched at the paramedics.

"GET OFF OF ME!" He sat up in a funk and raged, he clawed at his brothers in his drunken state.

"LET ME-"

Alvin was knocked out and woke up hours later in a hospital bed. He was on an IV drip. He was off his face.

"Nuuuuurse, I need…" He trailed off, he would probably fall asleep again soon.

"Alvin?" Said Simon, "You're awake! Oh thank god you're alright."

There was a pause.

Theodore rushed to the bed and started to choke Alvin,

"I'm gonna kill you Alvin! What were you thinking? Driving drunk with three bottles of smirnoff in the passenger seat with the paparazzi on your trail. You are a MESS ALVIN." Shouted Theodore.

"Theodore stop it's alright-"

He cut Simon off, releasing his grip,

"No it's not alright! If he died we'd have to deal with all this grief just because he felt like drinking a fifth of vodka and driving."

"Hey that's like that Eminem song," Said Alvin, the pain medication doing its job.

"Shut the fuck up Alvin, you know what you did and you put all of us at risk here. You could've killed someone, imagine the bad publicity that would've given us." Simon shrieked, he wasn't hiding anymore. He was just as pissed off as Theodore.

"Get out," Alvin said, starting to sober up, slightly, "GET OUT OF MY HOSPITAL ROOM. NURSE!"

The nurse rushed into the room and removed Simon and Theodore from the hospital.

Simon and Theodore got in their limo and got driven home. The ride was quiet and mostly filled with awkward silence. The radio played their classic Christmas hit, with Theodore singing along under his breath.

"Turn that shit off," Said Simon, "that song is awful and I cannot tell you how sick I am of it."

The driver sighed, "It's a classic."

"TURN IT OFF, I SAY AND I DECIDE WHAT'S A CLASSIC AND WHAT'S A PIECE OF SHIT. TURN IT OFF."

"Okay geez."

"Drop me off at the penthouse. I don't want to look at either of you."

Simon exited the vehicle and took the champagne with him. He walked into his home and opened the door to see Jeanette sitting on the couch with her laptop.

"Hey honey," he said, smirking at her.

"Simon, I have something great in stock for this week's issue."

"Oh yeah what is it?"

"We photoshop Alvin so he's overweight, and then blame him for it. Say that he's been eating too much Mcdonalds."

Simon's face lit up, "You're a genius. Let's do it."

Simon and Jeanette secretly owned a trashy magazine behind Alvin's back. They secretly owned the paparazzi company that chased Alvin when he crashed off the bridge. The whole 'accident' was staged, they paid the drivers on the road to crash into Alvin and make it look like his fault. They knew how much money it would make them, and they also knew that it wouldn't kill him either. Alvin was more useful to them alive than dead.

Meanwhile, Theodore was playing poker, he was secretly a mafia leader. Ian was previously the leader but Theodore killed him after he killed Dave and staged it as cancer. He was poisoning Dave's food to slowly kill him. Theodore is the only one who knows this.

"Alright boys, I need you to make a delivery to a very special client of ours. Be discreet and overly polite. If you get caught and trace it back to me I'll kill you and your entire family."

The delivery boys nodded and headed off with a crate, it was filled with cocaine he smuggled from South America. He ordered his waiter boys over,

"Cut my cigar and light it for me."

He put the cigar in his mouth and motioned for the boy to light it. He did. Theodore puffed and let out a cloud of smoke across the poker table. Theodore always won at poker, using any means necessary.

"Bring me my brandy." He said.

Eleanor walked in wearing her killer red louboutin heels.

"Hey babe."

She had a pistol in her hand, it smeared in hot blood. Everyone at the table had a shiver sent down their spine. She wiped the blood on her ball gown. It was sparkly red, she had just come back from a masquerade ball, hence why she was wearing a mask. She leaned down and kissed Theodore on the cheek, slyly handing him the gun in the process.

Theodore carefully took out the gun and shot everyone on the table in the head. Taking the money for himself.

All he could think was "What am I going to do about Alvin?"

Little did he know that he wouldn't have to do a thing…Not one thing.