Who won?
I remembered as I was walking into Billy's back yard that I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that I had forgotten something. I decided to put it on the back burner until I was done getting the three dipshits into Billy's house and out of sight.
Somehow Billy and Old Quil had managed to get them alert enough to put some shorts on. At least we wouldn't have to look at their junk as they dragged their asses into Billy's house.
"Sam?" Old Quil had sounded a little worried.
It was then that I remembered what I should have been worried about before then.
I had been trying to decide whether to use an Alpha order to get the guys to help each other into Billy's house. It sounded like it might work and give me some entertainment in the meantime. With all the shit my pack brothers get themselves into, they also provide me with hours of reflective entertainment.
"Shit," My head shot up looking at the two elders in front of me. "Seth."
Billy had leaned forward in his chair. "You better phase boy. Harry will be wanting his son home eventually."
My phase was immediate.
Snores.
That's all there were.
It ended my hopes of him being 'unphased', in the human sense of the word, by his drunken packmates night of moonshine and poker.
But at least there were two sets of snores. So, I at least knew one of them was Seth. (It didn't occur to me at the time that it might have been any of the others. And to be honest I'm glad that it didn't.)
The only option I had at that point to wake him was jarring him awake.
'SETH!' I yelled at the sleeping wolf.
Nothing. That got nothing.
'SETH DAMNIT! WAKE YOUR FUCKING ASS UP!'
Using an Alpha order while the guys were awake and phased into wolves worked. But we also knew from past experiences that they wouldn't work while they were asleep as a wolf.
A snort was the response I got from one wolf, the other still sounded like a freight train being driven through my head.
After a good five minutes of threats of everything from extra patrols to making him clean out Jake's room and I was at the end of my ideas.
Then it hit me.
'SETH GET YOUR ASS UP NOW OR I'M SENDING LEAH TO GET YOU UP!' It was the only thing that I thought might work. It was more like I hoped that it would. Seth hated (more like feared) being woke up by his sister.
'I'M UP…I'm.. up…' came his half frantic half woozy reply. When his eyes opened, I could see that he had made it up by the main road leading to Forks. He'd gotten about 2/3 of the way through his patrol.
'Sam? What the hell is that sound?' I could feel his wolf flinch. Or maybe that was mine flinching along with his. It was hard to tell. Paul was trying to kill us both with his snoring.
'Get up kid and get down here to Billy's.'
'ok…Sam?' I could feel his confusion.
'Just get here.' I told him. 'I'll explain what's going on then.'
'Can I phase and run? My head hurts and the snoring is really loud.'
I knew it would take him longer, but I couldn't fault the kid. 'Yeah, just hurry up.'
I felt him pause then heard 'oh yeah…who won?' just as I was fixing to phase back human.
I just shook my head and thought 'Get your ass down here.'
When I phased back Old Quil had pushed Billy into the house and it was just me and the three idiots in the back yard. I had decided that I needed to go ahead and get them inside more than I needed the entertainment of watching them help each other. So, I reached down and grabbed Embry by the arm and hauled him over my shoulder.
"Hey Sam," he said cheerfully, while also trying to wave at me.
"Shut up Em," I grunted under his weight at first then started walking to the back door. "Your asses owe Jake and me for this."
He didn't say anything else. I figured either he passed back out or he was taking me telling him to shut up to heart. At that point, it didn't matter.
It didn't take long for me to get them all into Jake's room. Throwing them on the bed on top of each other. Which didn't matter either. We were a bunch of wolves. It came with the territory for us to be close to each other while we slept. It's true that I might have laid them on top of each other in a way that none of us would ever do willingly, but I figured why not. Especially after Jared puked down my back.
I turned to leave Jake's room only to see Billy sitting there laughing at my placement of the bodies. "Here," he said as he threw me a towel and some shorts. "Go take a shower. I've got to get to bed. Charlie's will be over in the morning for game day."
It was a long-standing tradition that the two best friends to get together on game days. Which started at breakfast and ended whenever it ended. Usually with both of them plus Harry Clearwater and Old Quil drunk and telling old stories. It made me wonder if they ever saw the end of any of those games because it was common knowledge that they started drinking at 11 am sharp. Supposedly they had to so that their team would win. I don't know how they figured that into it but hey to each his own right?
I nodded and headed off to the bathroom. That's when I realized that Jake and I were either going to have to move Paul again or try to get him awake enough to move himself before Charlie got there. I couldn't help it, I looked up and said to the 'great spirits' "You guys done having fun yet?"
I really should have known better than to get shitty with the 'Great Spirits'.