A drink off

katychan666
Summary:
“Your eyebrows fucking suck,” said Vegas back and Kinn’s eyes widened, quickly lifting his
hand up and he placed his fingers against his eyebrows, skimming his fingers over them,
then looking back at Vegas, offended.

“What’s wrong with them?”

“They’re evil,” said Vegas back and then ordered himself another drink, happily humming
along. Kinn, on the other hand, quickly pulled out his phone, opened up the camera and
continued combing his eyebrows. “My god… what does Porsche see in you?” asked Vegas
in disbelief when he saw that.

“They’re… mighty eyebrows,” said Kinn and Vegas’ jaw dropped. He wasn’t drunk enough
to deal with that.

[Vegas and Kinn decide to have a drinking competition, Porsche and Pete have to deal with
their drunk boyfriends.]

Notes:
(See the end of the work for notes.)
“Oh, so you’re admitting that you’re a coward,” said Kinn with a satisfied grin and Vegas
arched a brow because he wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with the other one. It was bad
enough that both of them were together, so he wasn’t really keen on talking to Kinn or
getting involved in anything that he was suggesting.
Kinn’s ideas were always stupid, never anything good came out of it and that was why he
was trying his best to ignore him at the time being. But, Kinn was giving him a hard time. It
was really hard not to smack him, or something.
“No, I’m not a coward,” said Vegas, gritting his teeth and Kinn smiled because he knew how
much the other one disliked being called one.
“But, you are,” said Kinn and Vegas rolled his eyes.
“Tell me this then,” said Vegas and Kinn glanced at him again, wearing that smug grin upon
his face that Vegad disliked, oh, so much. “Why should I prove to you that I can hold my
liquor better than you? It’s childish and-”
“Well, do you have something better to do here, then?” asked Kinn and rolled his eyes. The
two of them were out in a bar because they were asked to tag along, but now that they were
actually there, both of their boyfriends have deserted them as they didn’t want to join them
with dancing, so there they were – sitting alone and glaring at each other.
“Not really,” grumbled Vegas. He hated how right Kinn was at the time being. Vegas was
bored out of his mind, but the drinking competition was childish, wasn’t it? On the other
hand, he didn’t want Kinn to go home thinking that he was better than him.
“So, let’s see who can drink more,” said Kinn and Vegas glanced over to Pete, who was
having fun with Porsche and the others.
“Ugh, why invite me to come along if you won’t pay attention to me,” grumbled Vegas and
Kinn chuckled when he saw his cousin pouting. He looked over at Porsche as well and he
shrugged.
Porsche was with Pete, Tankhun and the others. They seemed like they were having a lot
of fun and usually Kinn would be more than happy to join, but he just wasn’t feeling it at the
time.
Perhaps he was also sulking that Porsche decided to pick Pete and the others over him.
But, he didn’t want to admit that he was on the same boat as Vegas, so he just decided to
ignore that. He was in the mood for drinking and proving that he was better than Vegas. He
didn’t care if it was childish or not if it was to prove his point.
“They’re just having fun, let them be.”
“Don’t act like it doesn’t bother you,” said Vegas. “Always pretending to be better than me,
when in reality you’re just like me ,” said Vegas and then he huffed, licking across his lower
lip and he crossed his legs as he finally decided that perhaps a drinking game with Kinn
wasn’t such a bad idea.
Vegas would get to finally show it to the other one that he was better than him.
“Fine then,” said Vegas and Kinn arched his brows. “But just so you know, I’ll win,” said
Vegas and Kinn started laughing because that was something that he found hard to believe.
Vegas was always-
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” said Kinn with a little grin and Vegas rolled his eyes.

“There,” said Kinn happily and slammed another shot glass against the bar and nodded
happily. “I’ve had way more than you,” he said and narrowed his eyes, looking around the
counter. He didn’t know how many glasses he had had so far, he had stopped counting a
very long time ago.
Kinn wanted to count the glasses, but they kept disappearing… probably because the
bartender would take them when she saw that the glass was empty, but Kinn didn’t like it.
He wanted to know how many more he had than Vegas. His head was spinning and his
body felt warm and cosy, feeling extremely peppy.
But, Kinn wasn’t drunk… of course not. He was just happy and he could drink way more
than the other one.
Vegas squinted his eyes when he glanced at Kinn and he inched his face closer, cocking
his head to the side and then he looked over to the bar again, trying to hold onto his glass,
but he found out that the glass had gone missing and he scowled at the bartender.
“You stole my glass,” said Vegas and crossed his arms on top of his chest. “Give it back,”
he demanded and the woman rolled her eyes.
“It was empty.”
She was so done with those two. Sure, it was good for business that they kept on ordering
the expensive drinks, but that didn’t mean that she liked dealing with them. They were both
very annoying.
“Ah,” said Vegas and smiled broadly. The smile looked unnatural on him, Kinn didn’t like it.
“Give me another one,” said Vegas and the other one rolled her eyes, but Vegas got what
he wanted and he happily rubbed his hands together. “What?” grumbled Vegas when he
saw that Kinn was looking at him.
“I don’t like it.”
“Ah?”
“Your smile,” grumbled Kinn and frowned.
“The fuck’s you problem?” asked Vegas, far too drunk to actually give a fuck what Kinn was
saying and he quickly drank his drink, humming along.
“It’s gross,” carried Kinn on.
“My smile?”
“Yes. You shouldn't smile,” said Kinn and then he laughed at his own joke, shaking his
head. “Makes me wanna throw up.”
“Your eyebrows fucking suck,” said Vegas back and Kinn’s eyes widened, quickly lifting his
hand up and he placed his fingers against his eyebrows, skimming his fingers over them,
then looking back at Vegas, offended.
“What’s wrong with them?”
“They’re evil,” said Vegas back and then ordered himself another drink, happily humming
along. Kinn, on the other hand, quickly pulled out his phone, opened up the camera and
continued combing his eyebrows. “My god… what does Porsche see in you?” asked Vegas
in disbelief when he saw that.
“My eyebrows… are fine,” slurred Kinn.
“Sure,” said Vegas.
“They’re… mighty eyebrows,” said Kinn and Vegas’ jaw dropped. He wasn’t drunk enough
to deal with that.
“Please, give me another drink,” said Vegas and grabbed the glass of whiskey next.
“Who wins?” asked Kinn and glanced at the bartender.
“Me,” said Vegas.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” grumbled the woman and Kinn rolled his
eyes.
“The game,” explained Vegas.
“I don’t care,” said the woman and Vegas clicked with his tongue.
“Hey, do my eyebrows look weird to you?” asked Kinn and that was when the other one had
enough. She groaned and lifted her hands up, walking away.
“I don’t get paid enough to deal with this shit,” she said and Kinn looked at her, blinking.
“Was it something that I said?” asked Kinn.
“Your eyebrows scared her away,” said Vegas and Kinn’s eyes widened.
Who knew that Kinn’s ego was so fragile?
Happily drunk, Vegas drank his last glass of whiskey and then he hummed along happily.
His body was feeling even hotter, his head swimming and when he opened his eyes he
could already see that Kinn was ordering himself another drink - which meant that Vegas
had to order another one for himself as well.
The bartender from before was back and Kinn sighed in relief.
“See, she didn’t run away because of my eyebrows,” said Kinn happily and Vegas huffed,
pressing his lips together.
“Don’t you have anyone else to bother than me?” groaned the bartender.
“No,” said Vegas.
“No… we got tossed aside,” said Kinn.
“Mn.”
“Our boyfriends betrayed us,” said Kinn and Vegas glanced at him.
“No, no, no,” said Vegas, now in English. “Pete’s not a traitor,” he said. “Porsche is holding
him hostage,” said Vegas and Kinn narrowed his eyes, looking to the side where Pete was
happily dancing with Tankhun and he rolled his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
Vegas glanced at Pete and his eyes widened.
“Oh, no… it’s even worse than I thought,” said Vegas. “Gotta go save him from… Khun,
ugh,” said Vegas, attempting to stand up, but as he attempted standing up, he felt the world
around him spinning, his stomach making a flop and he quickly sat back down.
“How’s the rescue mission going?’’ asked Kinn and started cackling when he saw Vegas
glaring back at him.
“Who asked your opinion?”
“You don’t seem to be doing so hot over there,” said Kinn. “Admit defeat?’’ asked Kinn and
Vegas gritted his teeth.
“ Never. ”
So, they ordered another round of drinks.

“You clearly don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Vegas, barely keeping himself up
and he squinted his eyes as he looked at Kinn.
It was many rounds later. Vegas was wasted. Both of them were.
“Shhh,” said Kinn and placed a finger upon his own lips. “Porsche is obviously better than
Pete,” he said proudly and he grinned. “Have you seen him?!”
“Pft, can’t compare to Pete.”
“Tch, but Pete, he is… not-”
“Dare to insult my man, I swear, will be the last thing you do,” grumbled Vegas.
The threat fell flat as he couldn’t even move a finger without falling over and Kinn snickered.
“But you can insult mine?”
“Fine, you’re right,” said Vegas. “Porsche needs someone better than you.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
“He could do better than you.”
“No one asked.”
“M-hmm,” hummed Vegas and hiccuped. “Anyway, Pete is literally perfect and I will fight
you if you dare to disagree,’’ Vegas proudly smiled when he thought that he won that
argument.
What the two of them didn’t know, however, was that their boyfriends were literally standing
behind their backs and could listen to everything that they were talking about. Pete and
Porsche initially wanted to go and see how Kinn and Vegas were doing, but it was pretty
apparent that the two of them were wasted and talking nonsense.
They were even rivals when it came to who they were dating?
Porsche rolled his eyes because when he heard what they were arguing about and Pete
pressed his lips together because he found it ridiculous as well. But at the same time he
found it kind of adorable - that they were arguing about something so ridiculous… It was
good. Better than to be trying to kill each other.
Pete felt his cheeks reddening when he listened to Vegas and his rambling.
“Do you know which part of Pete is the cutest?” asked Vegas and grinned.
“Ew.”
“His dimples,” said Vegas happily and grinned. “When he smiles - he’s so pretty. Whole
world smiles with him.”
Pete lowered his gaze and Porsche waggled his eyebrows, looking over at Kinn, who was
now scowling.
“Yeah, well,” said Kinn. “I love everything about Porsche. He’s amazing, such an amazing
person. I still can’t believe he chose to love me,’’ said Kinn in complete and utter disbelief
that he had such an amazing boyfriend and Vegas sighed.
Maybe both of them were winners?
Hmm… Vegas wasn’t sure-
Vegas leaned back, forgetting that he was sitting on a bar stool and he was about to fall
back if it wasn’t for a hand catching him. Pete quickly leaned over and caught Vegas just in
time, so that he didn’t fall back. Vegas’ eyes widened and there was a peppy smile when he
saw that it was Pete that saved him.
“Pete,” said Vegas happily and Pete rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.
“What’s happening here?” asked Porsche and looked at Kinn.
“We were having a drinking competition and your boyfriend won,” said Kinn happily.
Porsche arched a brow. He called that… winning? Both of them were hammered. “So, as
the winner, I deserve a reward,” said Kinn and leaned over to Porsche for a kiss.
Vegas rolled his eyes.
“You didn’t win,” said Vegas, his speech awfully slurred and he leaned back again, smiling
because he knew that Pete’s hand was there to catch him. He liked that.
“Mmn, I won, I won,” said Kinn and looked at Porsche like a proud puppy. “Reward,” said
Kinn and Porsche looked at Pete, who nodded at him - that meant that Porsche would be
taking Kinn home.
Kinn frowned, but smiled when Porsche hugged him.
“A hug will do as well.”
Porsche smiled and rolled his eyes when Kinn kissed his cheek and after a little while,
Porsche managed to talk Kinn into going back home with him. They’ve been out for hours, it
was time to go back. Tankhun was already waiting for them in the car, whining that he
wanted to go back.
Vegas snickered and Pete narrowed his eyes.
“What?”
“Actually, I won,” said Vegas with a smug grin and Pete laughed.
“You are both equally drunk, Vegas and-”
“No, no, no,” said Vegas. “I won because you’re mine,” he said and Pete’s voice was now
caught at the back of his throat. Not knowing what to say, Pete shyly smiled and sighed.
Even when Vegas was drunk, he was still-
“Lucky me,” said Vegas and leaned closer, planting a little kiss on top of Pete’s forehead…
and his cheek, going over to his nose, then a little kiss against his eyelids, then back to the
other cheek, his chin and-
“Alright,” said Pete, laughing as he was pulling back.
Vegas pouted.
“Hmm?”
“Let’s get you home, huh?”
Vegas contemplated.
“You’re going with me, right?”
Pete started laughing and he nodded.
“Of course, where else should I go?,” said Pete and Vegas agreed to be taken back home,
holding onto Pete tightly.