Betrayed

Characters: Law, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi. Rating: K+. Warnings: Alcohol

Sometimes Law wished the two older men were just a little bit more responsible. If they were going to act like his older brothers, they could at least do it when he needed it, and not egg on some stupidity that, well…

Thank fuck for Bepo, was all Law could really bring himself to think as he let out a groan and rolled over onto his front, crashing in to something in the process. The something made a noise of complaint, and over the pounding inside his skull he could just about identify it as Shachi.

"Captain?" Bepo asked, a paw resting on his back gently, and Law groaned again. Damn Penguin and Shachi for not stopping him – or themselves – from drinking far more alcohol than any one person had any business pumping into their body. "Captain?"

"Get me some water," he groaned, deciding that as he was half on top of Shachi already he might as well use the older teen to ease his discomfort, pressing his face into the fabric under him to shut out the light and try and ignore the way his stomach was churning.

He was never drinking alcohol again, and certainly not with Penguin and Shachi for 'supervision'. His hazy memories suggested that they'd had even more to drink than he had, and Law had certainly stopped paying attention to what number pint he was on after about six. That, he thought ruefully, was probably when he should have stopped drinking all together.

He'd let himself get too wild, ecstatic about actually reaching adulthood when the world had conspired against him in a determination to not let him reach his eighteenth birthday. Raising a glass, or several, to mock the world for failing to off him before then had seemed like such a good idea twenty four hours ago.

Now, he was just glad that Bepo – still underage even if he was a gigantic Mink that most humans in their right mind wouldn't argue with – had decided to stick to water and subsequently manhandled all three of them back to the Tang eventually. If he hadn't, Law wouldn't have been surprised to wake up in some holding cell somewhere as Marines tried to work out what to do with a bountiless pirate crew.

The body he was half lying on shifted and made another groan before trying to roll over. Law clung to him in protest at the movement. If Shachi was going to be that irresponsible, he could deal with the morning after's consequences.

Bepo returned with his requested water, and Law found himself giving Shachi a reprieve as Bepo pulled him up enough for him to be able to drink it.

"Is there anything else, Captain?" Bepo asked, and after determining that Shachi had rolled over and would no longer make a decent pillow, Law simply flopped into the furred arms. Bepo let out a small noise of concern, his paws gently checking for injury or signs of illness and only stilling after he seemed reassured that Law was otherwise fine. "Are you still drunk?"

"Hungover," Law corrected. "Going back to sleep."

If he was more coherent, he might have recognised Bepo's next noise as being disappointed. Clearly, the Mink did not approve of his human nakama's ideas of a night out. As it was, Law ignored the noise as if it didn't happen, closing his eyes and willing his brain back to sleep until the headache had passed.

The world gleefully took its revenge for his attempt at rebellion by denying him sleep, leaving him a pitiful groaning mess in his navigator's lap for several hours, until it felt like he could move without either throwing up, exuberating his headache, or plain falling over.

That was when he finally returned his attention to Penguin and Shachi, who both seemed utterly miserable themselves. Law had no pity for them, and watched them shamble around the Tang like a pair of zombies. If they'd looked after him the previous night, as per agreement, then he might have been inclined to help them out a little.

Flashes of standing up on a table and singing off key dashed through his mind, and Law buried his face back in Bepo's fur.

No, they could suffer.

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Tsari