This is proving to be hard because I am trying as hard as I can to keep them in character but I also am making them with a hangover and you are not particularly yourself when you are hungover. That, I am really tired because it's now almost seven in the morning so I've been thinking this one up for a couple hours. I'm thinking I don't need to finish a chapter in one day.

Hope you enjoy! More and funnier chapters to come!

The three scientists sat there, looking at each other. No one had any clue as to what the hell happened or where Rex was. Nor did they know where they were and how they got there. For the third time Caesar looked down at Rex's cell. Only this time he practically dropped it when it suddenly began to ring. Without hesitation Caesar answered it as soon as he saw that it was Noah calling.

"Hello? Rex? I went to Providence so we could hang and Holiday said you were on some kind of family trip with your brother . . . Rex?" Noah asked and with those words Caesar's hope that Rex was with his best friend were crushed.

"Ah, no, this is Caesar. Rex is . . . unavailable right now." He muttered, realizing how thirsty he was all of a sudden.

"Oh" was all Noah said and the two sat in an uncomfortable silence over the phone. Caesar cleared his throat searching for something to say to break the awkwardness. "Well" Noah continued "can you tell him to call me back . . . when he is available . . . Okay . . . bye." With that Noah hung up and Caesar turned to the older men who now sat in front of him on the couch.

"Perhaps we should call Six for assistance." Caesar suggested already going to Rex's saved numbers.

"I don't think so" Meechum said, quickly snatching the cell from Caesar's hand and closed it. "Last thing we need is ninja nanny on our ass."

"But what it he's heard from Rex?" Caesar protested. He will admit that in the condition he was in now, Six was the last person he wanted to converse with but he was worried about his little brother.

"Pete's right Caesar, if Six knew of Rex's whereabouts then they would have informed Noah and he wouldn't be calling to find him. Look he can't be too far off. For all we know he is down eating breakfast." Rylander explained trying to quell the younger man's worry. Caesar huffed in agreement as he wrapped the comforted around him over his shoulders while he stood up and made his way over to the bed. Both men raised their eyebrows at the odd sight of the younger man bundled up in the large off-white comforter.

Caesar stretched his back before he turned to plop down on the bed. He was surprised when he dropped lower than he expected and the surface his butt landed on was hard. He laid back and groaned feeling awful and annoyed that he didn't realize there was no mattress on the box spring he was now laying on. All was silent for a moment before he hears a snort from across the room. Meechum and Rylander tried to hold it in for the younger man's sake but the sight of him just plopping down on the box-spring followed by the groan was too much. Within second both older men were cracking up as Caesar lifted his head to glare at them, failing to find how all of this was so amusing.

Seeing the glare, Rylander, raised his hands in surrender. He couldn't help but smile fondly at how much he looked like his father at that moment. But at the same time he was the small annoyed boy glaring at his father's friends. When the laughing died down, Caesar began to rub his temples once again groaning at the pain that radiated from his head and spread through his body. Seeing this Meechum turned to his old friend.

"There is no way we drank enough to be this hung over." He stated reaching up to his arm to pluck out the almost forgotten remaining two quills from his upper arm, cursing under his breath when he decided to just yank them out. He looked up to glare at the creature reasonable but raised his eyebrows in surprise when it wasn't there. His panic diminished as he saw it seconds later making its way towards Caesar. His frown deepened and eyebrow twitched at the sight of it jumping up to cuddle the younger man who then reached to pet it's head as if he had the thing as a pet for years. It was that little shit that stabbed him in the arm with three quills and Caesar was petting it.

"You're right; I can't even remember anything after our fourth drink." Rylander stated rubbing the back of his head trying to think of what happened. "After we had our first we had two rounds on someone else." Without a pause Rylander looked up watching Meechum glaring at the small e.v.o. "Someone must have drugged the drinks. Damn and I let Rex have a couple drinks of my beer." Rylander rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands.

"Obviously we were drugged but who and why would they drug us. Who's going to drug a teen boy and two really old men?" Caesar said with one arm over his eyes the other petting the small e.v.o. curled up on his chest. Both Rylander and Meechum raised their brows at the sass and attitude in the usually more polite man's tone. Not only did he basically just say 'duh' but he then he proceeded to call them 'really old'. Thankfully Caesar never did things like this because hungover Caesar was getting more moody by the second. Shaking his head Rylander pushed himself up.

Meechum looked up at his friend. "You need to find you pants." He stated looking down at their feet. "And whose flip slops are those? What happened to your boots?"

"I don't know Pete." Rylander said simply as he began to look around for his pants. "None of us can remember anything; maybe I'll find the answers you keep asking with my pants." Sarcasm dripping from the end of his sentence. Rolling his eyes Peter also stood up and began to look around. He looked in Caesar's direction and sighed.

"Hey genius why don't you kick start that big brain of yours and help out." He said turning back to look under the couch. Without moving from his spot he removed his arm to look to the left. Conveniently it appeared that the pants were just to the left on the box spring he was currently sprawled out on. He grabbed them and without a word threw them in what he guessed was Rylander's direction. Grumbling the man flicked off the flip flops for a moment to slip into his pants.

"Okay now that we all have our clothes why don't we go see what they have for breakfast. And see if Rex is currently eating all of it."