For Tsarinatorment's Prompt: Scott + 'I'm fine' (promptly collapses)

And Bad Things Happen Bingo: Attempted Rape

Alan was uncomfortable. Really, really uncomfortable. And bored. Really, really, really bored. He wanted to fidget, to do something, but one glance from Scott had stilled him. No-one refused that glare.

He fingered his collar. Suits really were not his thing, and the shirt made him feel like he was being choked. Alan knew better than to complain though. He knew that Scott wasn't that happy to have him here either.

It had been their dad's idea. Now that Alan was eighteen, he had decided that it was time Alan and Gordon received the same grounding in Tracy Industries that Scott, John and Virgil had received before...before. But he hated it. He was a pilot, an astronaut, a speed junkie, not a stuffed shirt to sit behind a desk listening to people prattle on about, well, whatever they prattled on about. Of course, he wouldn't say that within the hearing of his older brothers, especially Scott!

Gordon was over on the other side of the huge conference room. He looked so smart in his suit, acting with an ease Alan was frankly jealous of. Why was he the only one who was uncomfortable? Muttering to himself, he made his way over to see who Scott was talking to.

Scott was not having a good time. He had not wanted to attend this conference in the first place, the three companies here other than TI were ones he had refused to deal with while in charge for one reason and another, but his father had said it would be a good practice place for the two youngest as there would be no pressure to agree to anything or to be on their very best behaviour in case they upset anyone. But all that meant was three very unhappy groups and him.

One of the groups had a woman that simply would not leave him alone for long. Every time he turned around she seemed to be right there, and it was starting to unnerve him. He checked his watch. Another 15 minutes and Virgil would be picking them up, thank goodness. His two immediately younger brothers had laughed out loud when they found out what their dad had lumbered Scott with, and gleefully refused to help. Virgil had only relented to pick them up because Scott had flatly refused to not drink.

Talking about drink, he had time for one more. Scott had been conservative in his drinking, after all it was still a business meeting of sorts and he did not want to give a wrong impression, but there was no way he was letting Gordon fly them home. Not that he doubted Gordon's ability, rather it was more about Gordon's inability to not clown around.

One more Scotch, then. Signalling the waiter, he turned around and came face to face with her…what was her name again? He wanted to call her Atlanta – he was sure it was a city – no, Georgia, that was it. Taking his Scotch and what looked like a cranberry vodka, Georgia flashed what she probably thought was an alluring smile and carried the drinks over to a table. Scott rolled his eyes. No-one was getting lucky tonight. Still, he was a gentleman, and he followed her over to the table.

Alan took one look at what was happening with Scott and swivelled around, heading back to Gordon. Thank god that Virgil would be here soon. Neither of them wanted to see their eldest in the hands of that obvious gold digger. Joining Gordon by the exit, the two leaned against the doorframe, waiting for Virgil and watching Georgia flirt unsuccessfully with Scott, whose face might look interested and be smiling, but his brothers could tell he was merely being polite. She reached across, placing her hand over Scott's drink and stopping it as he lifted it, and said something funny which Scott dutifully laughed at, before he glanced in their direction. They shrugged in unison.

Scott downed his drink as Virgil walked in and watched as he was immediately accosted by Gordon and Alan. They shot through the open door so quickly that Scott hadn't even managed to stand up fully. Excusing himself and saying goodbye to Georgia, he walked over to Virgil without looking back. It was Virgil that registered the flash of annoyance that crossed her face, but it was gone almost as quickly.

Walking across the room, out of the building and into the car ready to take them to Two should have taken 7.45 minutes by Virgil's calculations, with a further 9.27 minutes to reach Two and 3.81 minutes to take off. Gordon had snaffled the car keys off him the second he had entered so he assumed the squid would have started it already.

But something was a little off with his big brother. He had promised Dad not to drink too much as he had Gordon and Alan to watch, but as Scott made his way over Virgil was surprised to see a slight sway in his stride. By the time they had descended in the elevator Scott was blinking in the light and had kept one hand on the wall to steady himself. He didn't seem to realise he was doing this, but Scott was definitely starting to look like he was drunk.

Taking a step outside, Scott's knees momentarily buckled, and Virgil leaned over to steady him. Scott flashed him a smile. It was a little disjointed, his eyes, even in this light, seemed a bit over bright. Scott righted himself and stepped towards the car.

'Are you alright, Scott?' Virgil asked, frowning deeply. Something was definitely off. Scott reached the open door of the car and turned around, hand on the frame.

'I'm fine, Virgil. Last drink must have gone to my head a little.' The frown lifted a little. He had seen Scott down a large amount quickly, desperate to get out of there.

It was like he was watching in slow motion. As Scott turned around to get into the car he promptly collapsed, seeming to lose all control of himself and suddenly becoming a heap on the floor.