Author's Note: Here is chapter two! By the way, I changed the title from Stormy weather to Brothers in Arms so it matches AO3. I know I stopped at a weird place but my rear hurts from sitting up so here you go! Enjoy!
Chapter Two – Warmth, Rain and Kiki
Chibs squinted his eyes open and looked over at Juice. The younger man faced away from him but on the boy's shoulder was the third occupant of their small space.
The idiot thing's name was Kiki because Juice had been drunk off his ass when he found the minger behind the clubhouse. That blessed event was two months ago.
After one of the club's parties, Juice had stumbled outside behind the clubhouse and picked a spot near one of the dumpsters. He was incredibly drunk and the beer and shots he had downed were making a reappearance.
Chibs had told him not to mix the two but had the idiot listened? No.
Bracing an arm against the dumpster, Juice had doubled over and let a rip.
Right onto an emaciated flea carpet with claws. The guy had managed to completely cover her in vomit.
The pathetic but highly offended meowing could be heard by Chibs who was still inside.
Taking his beer with him, the older man had gone outside to find out what the hell was going on. Rounding the corner, he had heard noise from the other side of the dumpster.
Getting closer, the sight in front of him almost made him choke.
Juice, with tears snot and vomit covering his face, was trying to wipe the vomit off the animal. The cat was trying in vain to squirm out of Juice's grasp, which didn't help the younger man's alcohol addled balance. Even so, the boy's guilt had kicked into high gear.
The situation quite frankly was going to hell in a hand basket rather quick and Chibs couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation. Juice looked up and saw him, and with a voice expressing the guiltiest guilt that ever guilted a man, sobbed.
"I thru' ugp aloverr this ki'i".
Chibs blinked, sighed and brought his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He knew what Juice had said and he knew his own brogue got heavier when he was drunk or angry but Christ.
It was the funniest thing he'd seen in a while and Juice actually looked devastated. Which made the picture in front of him even more sad, and hilarious.
He walked over to the pair, mindful of the lovely pile of throw up surrounding Juice. Couldn't avoid the smell though unfortunately. Breathing through his mouth, he spoke.
"Juicey, you've had enough. Let's get you home and into bed, ya?" Nodding wordlessly, Juice stumbled to his feet, bringing the cat up with him. He started walking around Chibs until the older male gently stopped him by the arm.
Juice looked at the hand and then up to Chibs' face, with wide eyed confusion. Chibs pointedly looked down at the fouls smelling, drenched thing in his arms.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
Juice hugged the cat tighter and said with a lot more coherency than Chibs would have thought a minute ago said,
"I'iiim not lea-ving her Chibby. She'll die."
Chibs looked at him, eyebrow raised.
"We're not taking it home".
"Herrr. It's hhhh-er you insensive ass-ss-h"
Chibs debated on whether he should wait for Juice to get the rest of the insult out or not. He decided not.
"Put her back where you found her, we are going back to the house."
Juice hunched himself protectively over the animal and shook his head as hard as he could in his current state, which wasn't very.
Stubborn numpty.
Chibs was losing patience. He was close to yanking the filthy beast out of Juice's hands when Juice looked up at him with tears in his eyes and the slightest of lip trembles.
The Scot was appalled at Juice for employing such underhanded tactics. He was insulted at Juice's rambling suggestion of him sleeping in the clubhouse while Chibs take the cat home and clean her off.
Worst of all, he was appalled at the cat's rancid eye-watering odor that kept drifting up his nostrils from the passenger seat of the truck he was forced to borrow.
Author's Note: Chibs and Kiki are going to have so many wondrous adventures (or many, many times Chibs comes close to skinning the poor thing alive lol) whichever.