Who Dares Wins Chapter 19: Rest & Relaxation: Part Six, a chuck fanfic

AN1 A quickfire update since my last one just over 24 hours ago. Because the last chapter was all Chuck and Sarah (literally), I have decided to make this chapter all of the rest of Red Team! With it being the festive season, which of course is a time of family and friendship, I thought, what better way to add festiveness to Who Dares Wins than to write an entire chapter of Red Team drinking themselves silly until they passed out in each other's company!

AN2 If you've not read Chapter 18 yet, please do. I would also STRONGLY appreciate reviews for it. The chapter is almost double the length of this one, and I posted it only 24 hours ago. Combined with this one, that's 8,500 words in 24 hours :)

Who Dares Wins

Chapter Nineteen: Rest & Relaxation: Part Six

Where on earth are you from?

We're from England

Where you come from

Do you put the kettle on?

"Oh, here we go," John Murray complained, shaking his head in disgust. "Trust Jim to put on this wee shite!"

Cole Barker, Bryce, Chris, Big Dan, Jamie Hughes and Jim burst into laughter over the complaints of the Scot from where they were all stood close together at the counter of Jim's bar.

A cluster of twenty-eight prepared shots totalling four rounds had been laid out and prepared over the bar's surface as the English football anthem Vindaloo played over the speakers inside the pub.

"Why are you laughing with them, Chris? You traitorous bastard!" John Murray shouted over the music, grinning towards his fellow Scotsman and team leader.

"What can I say? It's a catchy song!" Chris protested his innocence, laughing as he took a mouthful from a pint of Guinness close to him before he placed it down, and he took hold of one of the prepared shots but he waited for his team and Jim to do the same before consuming it.

The team, plus Jim, erupted with loud voicings of agreement towards the team leader's comments.

"Damn right it is, fella! Who doesn't love Vindaloo?!" Big Dan shouted back as the laughter, and happy spirits between the comrades and the friendly pub owner continued.

The group of seven taking part in the after-hours party inside Jim's pub then took hold of, and they quickly consumed the first round of prepared shots.

Kick it

Nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah (bonjour)

Nah nah nah (monsieur)

Most of the team, and Jim, departed away from the bar briefly as they drunkenly began to parade around the open floor plan of Jim's pub, and they sang out the football chant while feeling in the best moods they had all been in, in a long time.

Nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah

Nah nah nah Nah

"We're England! We're gonna score one more than you! England!" Jim, plus the whole team minus John Murray chanted.

"Scotland!" John Murray added in once they had finished, leading to thunderous laughter in friendship and happiness between Jim and the team.

The group of seven paused from the song briefly as every Red Team member and Jim returned to the front of the bar to consume a second line of prepared shots. While Cole and Jamie Hughes quickly downed separate short drinks of straight scotch whisky that they also had in their immediate proximity in addition to the shots.

"You two fellas aren't holding back, are you?!" Bryce shouted, grinning as he nodded in approval towards Jamie and Cole, who were drinking a lot more than the rest of them.

"Of course we aren't, mate! We have several hours of catching up to do to you lot! We should have set Chuck and Sarah up hours ago, mate! We've been sweating for hours!" Jamie Hughes laughed back as he started to pace around the pub once more with the rest of the team while waving his hands clenched into fists up and down to participate in the catchy football chant that was always best sung when drunk.

The comments of Jamie transcended the laughter between the SAS soldiers and Jim to even greater heights.

Can I introduce you please

To a lump of cheddar cheese

Knit one, pearl one

Drop one, curl one

Kick it

The team and Jim once more departed away from the bar, as they paraded around the whole length of the pub with all seven in song the entire time, while some of them banged their hands into numerous tables placed around the pub as they made their way around the venue.

Nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah

Nah nah nah Nah

"We're England! We're gonna score one more than you! England!" The team and Jim bellowed out as they arrived back at the bar, and they took hold of their third round of shots, which they promptly consumed together.

Me and me Mum and me Dad and me Gran

We're off to Waterloo

Me and me Mum and me Dad and me Gran

And a bucket of Vindaloo

Bucket!

The team abandoned their positions at the bar as they drunkenly continued to parade around Jim's pub.

Vindaloo

Vindaloo nah nah

Vindaloo

Vindaloo nah nah

Vindaloo

Red Team and Jim arrived back at the bar and took hold of their fourth round of shots. "And we all like Vindaloo! We're England! We're gonna score one more than you! England!"

"Scotland!" John Murray yelled.

Howling laughter erupted for a prolonged period after the Scotsman's latest shout as the group of seven consumed their final round of shots before they promptly departed away from the bar once more. Only this time, the team and Jim started a conga line as they proceeded around the length of the pub together while loudly chanting out the song that was playing out over the speaker systems inside the venue.

Nah nah nah (Vindaloo)

Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah (Vindaloo)

Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah (Vindaloo)

And we all like Vindaloo

We're England

We're gonna score one more than you

Nah nah nah (Vindaloo)

Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah (Vindaloo)

Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah (Vindaloo)

The team, plus Jim, arrived back at the bar for the final time. "And we all like Vindaloo! We're England! We're gonna score one more than you! England!"

"Scotland!" John Murray finished.

The group broke out with laughter in camaraderie, which continued for a long time.

"I'm knackered after all of that!" Cole laughed out with a massive smile, gazing at all of his comrades and Jim with an intense look of affinity.

Laughter resumed between the group over Cole's comments.

"You and me both, fella!" John Murray said with a massive grin of his own.

"Jimbo, get some more bottles of whisky out again, fella!" Big Dan said, nodding behind the counter.

Jim nodded as he moved away from the team that had taken seats at the bar.

The landlord took an extended moment to arrive at his destination because he felt rather dizzy after the adventures he had just partaken in with the soldiers.

Now behind the bar, Jim moved to collect two bottles of whisky from the shelves overlooking the bar, and he returned to the presence of Red Team now facing him.

When the team had arrived back at the pub just earlier, they had each handed Jim £25, totalling £150. Jim had subsequently told them that they needn't put anything more, and anything else they consumed while on his premises would be covered by the house, which had led to cheers at the time.

"Help yourselves, fellas. As I told you earlier, anything consumed from here on out has already been covered for by the money you put down, and I'll cover the rest on the house!" he declared with a grin.

Jim's remarks led to a loud outpouring of cheers of approval once more.

"Nice one, mate!" Jamie Hughes said in approval.

"I always knew you were one of us Jimbo, fella," Big Dan said, nodding towards Jim as he backed up Jamie's remarks.

Jim laughed, nodding, as he shared a warm glance with three-quarters of Red Team.

Cole, Bryce, Dan, Chris, John, Jamie, and Jim proceeded to pour themselves large glasses of straight scotch whisky.

A short while later

Three-quarters of Red Team took hold of their third consecutive round of scotch whisky. The team plus the landlord were having a great time in each other's company.

"Jimbo's going to have a headache in the morning!" Big Dan declared suddenly, glancing at Jim in approval, who was consuming his latest whisky, and he had a massive grin on his face.

The team all turned their attentions towards Jim, and they proceeded to chuckle rowdily together.

"Yeah, he's looking like the last time we did it together!" John Murray declared, laughing.

The team soon joined in the laughter with their teammate.

"That was a great night, lads, wasn't it?" Jamie Hughes asked thinking back to the aforementioned night, grinning as he glanced around the group.

The team all nodded.

"Too fucking right it was, fella!" Big Dan agreed, laughing before he took a gulp of whisky.

"I miss Ben and Neil. They were great lads of yours," Jim declared.

Most of Red Team except for Bryce nodded, as Bryce had no idea what was being referred to.

"You and me both fella," Big Dan said, pointing at Jim in agreement.

"I would like to propose a toast," Chris said, taking his glass of scotch into his hand while glancing to the left and right of him at everyone present at the after-hours party. "To our fallen friends who didn't make it home. Ben White, Neil Reynolds."

"Ben White, Neil Reynolds," the group, including Bryce, who now understood the reference, toasted.

The group of seven took mouthfuls from their respective glasses.

"To our friends not with us at this exact moment. Chuck and Sarah," Cole said, making a new toast.

"Chuck and Sarah," the group said as they took another mouthful from their glasses in homage to their comrades not part of this particular party with them.

"And I'll round out and finish the toasts before we all turn sombre and sentimental. To our new friends, Bryce and Sarah," Jamie Hughes toasted.

The group raised their glasses once more. "Bryce and Sarah," they said as they took a final mouthful in toast.

Laughs and jokes soon resumed throughout the group once more. "I wonder what they'd all make of our piss-up right now?" Cole asked, glancing around the team and Jim.

The group mused over the question asked for a brief moment.

"Eh, I'd rate it as a solid six or a seven so far, fella. There's a long way to go yet. We're going for the record tonight, fellas!" Big Dan soon stated.

Approving laughter erupted throughout the team.

"Steady on!" Jim said suddenly, having registered what Big Dan had said, knowing full well how much they drank, and he was now starting to have second thoughts concerning his earlier on the house declarations.

The laughter between the comrades intensified over Jim's remarks.

"Live a little, Jimbo, mate!" Bryce encouraged.

"Too right, fella!" John Murray said, pointing at Bryce in agreement.

Jim shook his head, and he waved his arms out in resignation. "Oh, what the hell!" he said in resignation.

Immediate laughter broke out through the whole team once more.

"Good man!" Big Dan said, pointing at Jim in endorsement as the team leant towards Jim's proximity, and they patted him in approval.

A short while later

The six comrades plus Jim finished their latest round of an untold amount of alcohol that they had each consumed, and they had recently just finished performing a rowdy rendition of Billy Idol's White Wedding together.

The group were suddenly disturbed from their activities, as a knock on the entrance to the pub was overheard by everyone present.

Everyone paused from their activities, and they rose to stand, with some of them struggling to perform said actions.

Now on their feet, they made their way to the entrance of Jim's pub, where their gazes connected onto a familiar sight.

"Fucking hell, it's the Old Bill!" Bryce exclaimed as he erupted with laughter.

Bryce's remarks caused instant loud and disorderly laughter to erupt between the drunken group.

Jim promptly unlocked the doors to the pub, and the team and the landlord departed the pub, still laughing, to head out into the street to inquire what the disturbance of their activities was all about.

The crack SAS team, and Jim, approached two police officers who stood close to their marked vehicle.

Both parties quickly met the glances of one another before the police officers began to shake their heads, and they smirked in the direction of Red Team and Jim.

"Oh, it's you lot again!" one of the police officers said.

"We should have known," the second one added in as he continued to smirk in the direction of Red Team and Jim.

"Officer! Officer! I've had one too many!" Chris shouted as he began to laugh.

Chris's declaration led to a loud outpouring of laughter between his teammates and Jim, and all of them by now were too drunk to register anything except to continue to have a good time.

The police officers laughed as they continued to shake their heads. "I suppose the rest of you have had one too many yourselves?" one of them asked.

The group all nodded before they continued to laugh in a loud and disorderly kind of way due to how much alcohol they had each consumed.

"Damn right we have, fella!" Big Dan replied, fully extending his arms out as the group continued to laugh in warm spirits.

"Was it the music?" Cole asked, who was the least significantly drunk member of the group, which was nought to gloat about because by now, he was equally slaughtered himself.

The police officers nodded.

"As you know, we have no powers to prosecute over noise complaints. We were just in the neighbourhood and passing by and thought we'd check in on you," a police officer said.

The team processed the information from the police officer.

"We're just having a private party amongst friends, fellas," Bryce said.

"Yeah. What time are you clocking off? You could come in for a few yourselves," Jamie Hughes said laughing.

The team promptly voiced mutterings of encouragement to back up Jamie Hughes's comments while occasionally continuing to laugh.

"It's the full night shift for us, unfortunately," a police officer replied.

"Better you than me, fella!" Big Dan shouted.

Big Dan's remarks were met with loud voicings of agreement from the drunken group once more.

"Well then, fellas, we're off back inside before the whisky goes off. If there are any more noise complaints, the landlord had nothing to do with it, and it was all us!" Cole stated before he immediately burst into laughter.

Cole's remarks only furthered the already existing laughter amongst the team.

The police officers nodded towards Red Team and Jim, knowing they had no powers whatsoever to intervene on a private party because noise complaint was not within their jurisdiction, nor did they believe it should be anyway.

"Have yourselves a good one, fellas," Big Dan said.

"You too," a police officer replied.

Red Team and Jim afforded the police officers a final glance before they turned away from them, and they hastily entered the pub once more.

Jim promptly locked the doors to his pub before he returned to the bar with Red Team, and they poured themselves another round of scotch whisky to resume the best night they had had in a very long time.

"Right, lads, no more music. We've all lost our heads, but it's no excuse to land Jim in trouble with the council if those party poopers make any kind of formal complaint," Cole said once the group had sat back down at the bar.

Everyone present nodded.

"Chuck and Sarah are missing a proper piss-up!" Bryce said laughingly.

Laughter erupted through the team and Jim.

"Damn right they are, fella! See, it's not all that bad that we let them piss off to do whatever the fuck they want together. We've had a boss night!" Big Dan said.

The team all nodded.

"It's not the same without them, though. They should be here with us right now, even if they did piss off afterwards to shag each other," Bryce said before he moved to take a mouthful of his scotch.

The team nodded once more.

"You're right, mate, it's not. I feel like a proper bastard right now for leaving them out of this," Jamie Hughes said, his gaze turning deflated, and he sighed for the part he played in getting rid of his teammates and them not being able to be part of everything that happened since he dropped them off.

"Same here," Cole quickly agreed.

"Same," Dan said.

"I guess we'll have to live with it and drown out our sorrows with that delicious scotch in front of our eyes," John Murray said.

"I'll drink to that," Big Dan said.

The team of six plus Jim, their loyal sidekick, shared their latest round of intense laughter over the remarks as they picked up their glasses of scotch whisky, and they did precisely what they said.

A few hours later

There was no longer any sound emitting from Jim's pub, save from the occasional snore from the seven passed out people soundly unconscious and placed all around Jim's pub.

At the bar, Chris, Big Dan and Cole were laid out with their heads planted into the wooden bar from the stools they had passed out sitting on.

While Bryce, Jamie Hughes, John Murray and Jim had all passed out around a table. Sometime after Jamie had fallen unconscious, he had dropped out of his chair and was now soundly sleeping on the floor of Jim's pub, with his arm and head resting on John Murray's leg.

Meanwhile, Jim had his face planted into a table from where he was leaning on the pub couch he was seated around.

While Bryce, like everyone else, was soundly unconscious, and he was snoring away with his head rested on Jim's lap…

End of Chapter

AN3 I hope you enjoyed the chapter :) I enjoyed writing it. The next chapter will be the final part of Rest & Relaxation, before a tense segment 'Lockdown' begins.

AN4 Please review. Your thoughts on the story are important to me, whether positive, or constructively negative. The only reviewers that I do not have time for are flamers!