In the morning, the first thing Scott heard was a loud groan.
Mitch held his head with both hands, hiding himself under the covers. "Oh my God."
Scott turned over to frown at him, lifting the sheets a little to see the top of his head. "Good morning. Feeling like shit, I assume?"
"Mhmm. Could you go ask Kevin..?"
"Of course, honey. I'll be right back."
"Please hurry."
Scott stretched out one of his shoulders and then stood from the bed and wandering out of the room.
Avi was still passed out on the couch, and Alex was on the phone with someone, as he'd moved to one of the corners of the room to speak softly.
Scott kept walking, before peeking in to Kevin's room to see if they were awake.
Kevin was holding a glass of water out to Kirstie as she took a pill of some kind.
Scott knocked on the door then, before moving completely into the room. "Morning."
Kevin grinned at him. "How are you feeling this morning? There are pain meds in the cabinet in the bathroom."
"I'm alright. But Mitch could use one, if it's okay if I help myself?"
"Sure. If you walk downstairs, talk to Giles and he'll get you a glass of water."
"Giles? Is that your dad?"
"No. The butler."
Kirstie winked at Scott. "He's like a hot librarian, with a British accent."
"Oh, he's hot?"
"Very."
Mitch stumbled into the room, his hands still holding onto his head. "Why aren't you hurrying?"
"I'm gonna go talk to the hot, British butler downstairs. Wanna come with me?"
"No. I want something for my headache. It's killing me." His tone changed. "I apologize for my pain getting in the way of your newest conquest."
"Mitchell, I'm not going down there to hit on him. He's gonna get you a glass of water. In fact, why don't you go talk to him? I'll get the pill and meet you downstairs."
Mitch pouted. "I don't know if I can talk to anyone. I look like shit."
Scott slid his hand down Mitch's back. "No you don't, honey."
Mitch shook his head. "You're a bad liar."
"No I'm not. Do you want help with your headache or not?"
"Please please help me." Mitch begged, grabbing hold of Scott's upper arm.
Scott glanced over at Kirstie and Kevin, who'd both clearly stopped listening to him. "Say please one more time."
Mitch grinned up at him. "Please."
Scott leaned down to kiss him. "Okay, honey. Stay here."
He rushed down the stairs, walking in to the kitchen to see a man in a very subtle tuxedo.
Scott cleared his throat once. "Um... Hi?"
The butler turned quickly with a smile. "Hello! You must be one of Kevin's friends."
"Yeah, I..." Scott felt slightly uncomfortable, so he walked forward and held his hand out to the butler. "I'm Scott."
The butler politely shook his hand. "They call me Giles. It's nice to meet you."
Scott pulled his hand back slowly. "Is it possible for you to get me a glass of water? Or at least show me where the cups are..?"
Giles immediately turned to get a cup out of a cabinet. "Oh, no worries. I got it. It'll only be a second."
Scott nodded, watching him work. "Thanks."
"Listen... I know you guys were out last night... And I can only imagine you're feeling knackered, so. Please feel free to ask me for anything."
Scott took a seat in front of the counter. "Uh... Well. If you're making breakfast I wouldn't say no. Might be wise for me to round everybody up."
"Ah yes! Brilliant. Would you please?" He turned to hand the glass of water to Scott. "Here's this. Breakfast will be ready in a few."
*
Now that everyone had gathered at the breakfast table, including some of Kevin's family members, Giles set the table and placed food on it.
Kevin's parents didn't ask many questions, and they were all grateful for it.
Scott especially, because he knew damn well they didn't approve of his tattoos, but all he currently had on was a tank top so he couldn't really fix it.
Mitch had been chewing some of his bacon when he glanced over to see one of Kevin's brothers practically glaring at Scott's arm. Mitch thinks it was probably out of jealousy.
Scott stopped halfway in the middle of tossing his arm over Mitch's shoulders, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck in a hopefully not so awkward way.
Kirstie giggled at Avi, who'd made a small pile of his bacon and then tried to eat it all at once.
Alex suddenly leaned toward Kevin's mom. "Thank you for breakfast. And for letting us stay here last night."
"Oh, you're welcome, honey."
Alex then turned to his other side, where Kevin was. "This is all so so good."
Kevin grinned. "Yeah, Giles is pretty talented."
Mitch held up a piece of bacon to Scott. "Finish this for me, would you?"
Scott leaned toward it, rather than reaching for it, so Mitch fed it to him and grinned.
Scott finished the food, and then frowned at Mitch. "You're not hungry?"
Mitch gestured to his plate. "I ate most of it."
"Well yeah... But so what? Eat more. It's so good."
Mitch glanced back down, and then figured why not? So he ate the rest of his food, slowly though, so he wouldn't make himself sick.
Scott glanced up, seeing Kevin's mom looking at his arms, before he decided he didn't like that they were all staring at him like some kind of abomination. But he didn't want to be rude...
Scott slowly stood up, placing his napkin on the table. "Excuse me." And then he turned to jog back up the stairs to the room they'd stayed in the previous night.
Giles was up there tidying up the couch.
Scott ignored him, mildly irritated about how strange everyone was about his tattoos.
He rushed into the guest room, grabbing the jacket he'd loaned to Mitch the night before.
As he was slipping it on, Giles gave him a small smile. "Oh, is it chilly downstairs? I could turn the heat on if you'd like me to."
Scott just shrugged, walking past him. "I don't know."
"I'm sorry, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine." Scott responded, opening the door to head back down the stairs.
Giles suddenly turned to face him. "Did they ask you to cover up?"
Scott turned a little bit, that question seeming odd to him. "What? No."
"Oh, my apologies. They always ask me to cover my tattoo so."
"You have a tattoo?"
"Indeed. The Olusolas aren't a fan. Well... Mr. Olusola and Kevin don't seem bothered, but..."
"Yeah... Kevin's mom is giving me the evil eye, so."
"Understandable. I think you should stay in the other shirt. It could be humorous."
"You think?"
Giles just grinned and turned back to the couch.
Scott pondered it for a moment, and then shrugged, taking his jacket off to carry it in his arms instead.
*