Quote Challenge entry

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Title: Untitled for now.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Colin/Ryan, Chip/Brad, Greg/Jeff
Summary: A bunch of drunk WL guys, baby oil, and a scandalous picture? Oh my!
Notes: My entry for the Quotes Challenge. Better late than never. XD As I have found out, you can only use all the quotes if your characters are drunk. Silliness and drunkness ensue. Enjoy!

"What is Chip doing? And where did Colin go?" Wayne asked, walking into the living room.

"Chip is trying to build a spice rack and Colin went to go get supplies for him," Ryan answered simply, not looking up from the newspaper he was reading, "I knew he needed a hammer. He also needed a couple of nails and a good screw. I'm not sure Colin can do anything about that last part though."

Wayne gave him a blank look, shaking his head as the rest of their group came in the door, carrying several paper bags in their arms.

"All right, I got everything for the party, I got the food, I got the beer, I got the baby oil...let's start this thing!" Jeff announced, pulling each item out of the bag.

"Baby oil? Why did you buy baby oil?" Ryan asked, looking up.

Greg smirked, "None of your damn business, Stiles."

Jeff laughed and headed off for the kitchen, noticing two empty bottles on the counter, "Oh no. Who got into the liquor already?"

"You can blame that one on Drew and Chip. They were extremely too eager to get drunk tonight," Wayne explained, gesturing to Chip sitting at a small table in the corner. "That might be the reason he is building a spice rack."

The door opened suddenly and Colin walked in, looking mildly triumphant, "I found a hammer."

"Why did you need to find a hammer?" Jeff asked.

"For Chip," Colin asked, giving Jeff an odd look.

"Why does it feel like we're playing 'Questions Only' tonight?" Brad asked.

"Would you like to play?" Greg replied.

"Play what?" Drew asked, walking into the room, a bottle in his hand.

Wayne burst out laughing and settled back on the couch, grabbing a nearby magazine and opened it, grinning, "Colin, your picture is in this magazine."

"I hope it's me with my clothes on," Colin called from the kitchen.

"Unless I'm reading Playboy, then yes, you do have clothes on. Although, it does have a lovely picture of you bent over with Ryan behind you," Wayne said, dropping the magazine hurriedly. "Oh, the horror. I feel so dirty!"

He picked up the magazine and went to the kitchen, sliding it to Colin to see. He moved closer to Colin, pointing out the article when he shrieked in surprise, jumping to Colin's other side.

"Boy, Wayne sure has a tickly butt, huh?" Drew commented, earning a glare from the younger man.

"Can everyone please leave everyone else alone tonight? That goes double for when we all get drunk," Ryan said, pointing his finger at Drew.

They heard loud laughter from the living room and Ryan groaned, immediately heading out of the kitchen to see Jeff and Greg curled up on the couch, but when he looked across the room, he could feel a headache starting.

Brad sat in one of the plush chairs by the fireplace and he had a very tipsy Chip on his lap.

"Bachelor number two, if I were a drink I believe I would be a margarita because I am tall...and...salty...and I...always have Tequila in me," Chip said, giggling drunkenly.

"What is he talking about?" Drew asked, squinting at the younger man.

"If you get this right, I'll give you a million dollars, and I'll show you some lovin' like you've never seen!" Brad said, smiling knowingly.

"I take it he gave up on his spice rack. And after all I went through to get his hammer. You know, for as long as I can remember...I've had memories," Colin said, laughing. "Sorry, couldn't resist. Anyway. as long as I can remember, Chip couldn't build anything to save his life."

"And I still can't," Chip said happily, showing a bruised thumb to the others where he hit it with a hammer.

Jeff grimaced, "Ouch. That looks like it hurt."

"Good guess, Sherlock," Greg said, rolling his eyes and poking Jeff in the side.

Wayne shook his head, "Greg, you want to help me with the mixed drinks? I never could make them right."

"Why can't you, Colin, and Chip drink real alcohol like the rest of us? You rely on pretty drinks and then wonder why you can't get drunk," Greg replied.

"It saves us from the hangovers in the mornings. And in Chip's defense, he already started on beer before you arrived with the rest of our liquor choices," Colin said haughtily.

Greg sighed and looked over at Wayne, "Let me guess. You screwed up the drinks, right?" He paused, smiling when Wayne nodded sheepishly. "Thought so. Am I putting something in, or pulling something out?"

"Well, since it's a little hard to take something out of a mixed drink, why don't you just remake them?" Wayne suggested, following an exasperated Greg into the kitchen.

"God, they're just like rabbits," Drew said, watching Brad pull Chip closer and give him a passionate kiss.

"Oh, we're watching animal porn!" Colin exclaimed. He looked over at Ryan and saw his shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

"At least you meant to say that this time," Ryan said.

When they were all seated around the living room a half of an hour later, having happily been served food and drinks by their slightly drunk host, Drew. Even though some of them were still sober, their conversation wasn't even close to intelligent.

"So, when we were gathered at Wayne's house, remember? Colin laid down on the couch with his eyes closed and I kissed him. Later, I said to Colin, did you know that was me? He goes, yeah. I go, how did you know? He goes, I know your lips," Ryan said, causing a round of laughter in the room.

"That just proves it. You guys kiss each other way too much on the show and...well...off the show, for that matter," Greg said, leaning back and wrapping an arm around Jeff.

"Speak for yourself, lover boy. You have Jeff wrapped around you like a lovesick puppy dog," Colin said, sitting back against the side of the couch.

"Go to hell," Jeff snapped, but was smiling to take the sting out of it.

"Isn't that right beside Left...Noob?" Colin asked, reaching over to pound Ryan's back when he choked on a French fry he had just tried to chew.

"You okay?" Drew asked.

Ryan coughed, taking a sip of his beer, "Yeah, I'm fine. Colin, please don't do that again without warning me."

"Sorry," Colin replied, setting his drink on the coffee table.

He looked over at Chip and saw he was just barely awake. Brad beside him was slightly more awake and had his head turned toward Chip, whispering something softly that had Chip blushing.

Greg and Jeff were lounged on the couch, but they didn't look close to sleeping anytime soon. In fact, Colin mused, he thought he should probably show them the way to one of the guest bedrooms. Now he knew why Jeff bought baby oil...

Wayne was asleep on the other couch, his head pillowed in Drew's lap, who looked like he was fully drunk and ready to sleep off his hangover for the next five days.

Colin grinned when he thought about the others having hangovers. Especially Chip and Drew, who had started drinking early. Even Ryan, who was still talking coherently, was going to have a hangover, Colin thought, but not as badly as the rest.

Colin yawned and glanced at the clock before looking over at Ryan and noticing his slightly spaced-out look, "Ry? Ready to get some sleep?"

Ryan looked over at him slowly and nodded, placing his drink beside Colin's, "Of course. Our whole 'young' group here wears me out."

Colin stood and held out a hand to help Ryan up, "You're younger than me, grandpa."

"Not by much," Ryan said, groaning as he got to his feet. "Should we worry about the others?"

Colin shook his head, "Not really.Wayne looks pretty comfortable and the rest should end up in a bed during the night. For now, let's find a bed and get some sleep."

Ryan grinned, "In one bed or two."

"You ask me that again and you will be sleeping alone for the rest of the week."