Brendan at the Party
Brendan found his way into the main hall in Lance's mansion and looked around for any signs of his beloved May. She had went on ahead of him because Brendan had to do some last minute shopping for his parents. Something he should have done long before the eve of Christmas but he felt that it wasn't necessary since he wasn't exactly that close to his parents. Well, his father to be more exact. It wasn't exactly the best idea he had come up with as it was a major hassle trying to get to the department store and trying to find something that was left that both his parents would enjoy. Let alone the endless amount of people who had the same idea to wait until the last minute to find a gift for that person that they had forgot a well and ransacked the store for all that it's worth. It was a good thing that he had bought May's present long before this headache
Brendan walked across the main hall and wondered why one man such as Lance would have such a large mansion. But he had figured that Lance was the type who liked his alone time and probably felt that the overly large mansion was a good way to feel secluded from most other people. And it also made a great place to hold large gatherings. Case in point, this large Christmas party with nearly anybody who was anybody was here. From Elite trainers and top coordinators alike were all here to celebrate Christmas with one another.
He made his way into the secondary hall and passed several people he knew from many of the previous contests. Keeping with simple chit-chat and shaking hands here and there. He tried his best to keep a good face on when he just wanted to spend this night with May. The only problem is trying to find her. After several minutes of searching, he spotted a small beacon of hope. The all too familiar spiky brown hair and permanent smug looking face could only mean that Brendan had found Green.
“Hey Green!” Brendan trying to elevate his voice over the large array of voices and conversations that were happening around him. Green and Brendan weren't the closest of people, in fact, They probably haven't said more than five sentences to each other in the past year. But Green was a familiar face and he could help Brendan to pointing him in the right direction.
“Hi Brendan.” Green responded with a glass of dark drown liquid in both of his hands. “ Here, let's start this with a proper Christmas party greeting and have a drink with me.” He finished as he held out one of the glasses towards Brendan. “It's a simple rum and cola.” Brendan noticed there was a small hint of red in Greens face as well as an uncharacteristic smile.
“No thanks, man. I'm not much of a drinker.” Brendan declined the offer from his senior by pressing it back towards Green. “I was wondering if you had seen May around here?”
Green placed the glass on the counter that was beside both of them and looked back at Brendan. “No, I haven't seen your mistress anywhere.” He turned away and leaned his back against the counter.
“Well, if you see her can you tell her- wait, what did you say?” Brendan finally caught the last words that came out of his senior.
“You heard me.” Green replied and took another sip of his drink.
“Obviously I did not! Otherwise I wouldn't be asking you to repeat yourself.” Brendan starting to get a little hostile towards Green.
“Then I guess that woman has her hand clasped around your balls so hard that the rest of your senses have gone weary.”
“What!?” The loudness of Brendan's yell was only barley heard over the large crowd in the hall. “What the hell is the matter with you!?”
“Oh please.” Green started. “I may not live in the same house as you but even I can see it.” He then took another drink from his glass. “Every time she's around you, you fall in to this daze and succumb to her as her yes man. She always seems to yell at you and you don't seem to fight back, or even mind, for that matter. I swear sometimes I wonder who really is the man in the relationship.” He finished and downed the rest of his drink. “Which is another way of me telling you that you're a woman.” He added and went for the drink he offered Brendan on the counter top but was stopped by Brendan, who grabbed the drink himself and downed the whole glass.
“Fuck you Green! That just goes to show how you don't know shit about our relationship!” That was about the most swear words Brendan has used in one sentence in quite some time. As well as the first drink that he had in some time as well. He then slammed the glass back on the counter and stormed off and away from his seemingly drunk senior to continue his journey to find May.
Green just shook his head and turned his attention back to the counter and poured himself another drink. “That kid has some problems.”
Brendan was now a little annoyed at his seniors comments that he ignored several other people who were trying to get his attention in the hall. He made his way to the back of the hall and entered another area of the mansion. Looking around some more he saw a few familiar faces and asked around but nobody seemed to know anything. He was on his was out of the large room and about to head upstairs when then he heard a deep voice holler out his name.
“Brendan!! Get over here you!” He knew that voice all to well. The only difference was that it wasn't an angry yell as it was a rather cheery one. Brendan turned his head slowly and confirmed the source of the voice.
“Hey dad...” Norman made his way to his son and wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close for a big embrace. Brendan could smell brandy on his father, meaning that he was probably drunk since he's usually not this 'wholesome'.
“Merry Christmas son.” Norman told his son as he let him go. Brendan noticed the large glass of what seemed to be brandy in his right hand. His face was flushed red with a smile that seemed to be stuck there.
“Thanks dad. Merry Christmas to you too.” Brendan told him and he tried to turn and walk away as quick as he could, but Norman planted his heavy hand on Brendan's shoulder and prevented him from escaping.
“Tell me son, what will you be doing this evening?” Norman asked as he took another sip from his glass of brandy.
“Nothing much.” Brendan tried to keep his comments brief. “I got you and mom a present for Christmas. Just so you know.”
Norman began to shake Brendan's shoulder, where his hand still is. “Thank you son! I just hope it's nothing feminine like a sewing machine or something like that!” Norman let out a laugh at his own joke, and this is exactly what Brendan had feared. “You know, I remember when you were born.”
“Please dad, not this!” Brendan pleaded with his father not to begin this speech, because he knew it was not going to be good.
“Hold on, hold on!” Norman assured and brought his son close to him. “When you were born, I couldn't have been more proud. 'A son!' I thought. 'A son that can inherit my abilities as a trainer and even surpass me and become a Champion one day!” he continued on with admiration in his voice. “Then the time when you were only just five years old! You single handedly defeated a full grown Salamence!!”
“Dad, really, it was no big...” Brendan was cut off before he could finish.
“You may have taken a slight bump or two. But you still came out on top! You couldn't pay me to hide my pride in you! You were on your way to being the greatest trainer the Hoenn Region had ever seen!!” Norman let out a hearty laugh and then took another drink from his glass and the smile faded from his face. “And then, from out of nowhere. You completely changed gears and went into those 'contests'!” Norman now hung his head low in shame. “You completely disregarded and threw away all your talents as a trainer and started to dress your Pokemon in frilly dresses and doing these weird dances with them. None of it makes sense!”
Brendan tried to explain to his now drunk father. “Dad, I told you I didn't abandon my train...” Once again, he was cut off by Norman who took yet another gulp of his drink.
“Spare me son, I'm too old to get all those trends you youngsters seem to be all about.” He finally let go of his son. Still looking at the ground. “When I got word of your decision, It was like somebody stabbing me in the heart many times. It even caused me to fall into a depression for several weeks.”
Brendan really had enough of all this. It's bad enough Norman gives him crap about it when he's sober. But when he's drunk, his sorrows show and it makes the comments more painful. So once again, Brendan tried to walk away while trying to politely bid his father farewell. “Alright dad. I get it, you're disappointed. But at least I can still beat you in a battle. Now if you'll excuse me. I need to go and find May.”
“Ah, May! Now that there is a fine woman!” The mention of May's name seemed to have acted as an antidepressant. As Norman shot his head back up and forced a new smile on his face. “Probably the only good thing going for you right now is her! Smart, beautiful and a superb trainer! She's even defeated the Elite Four!” Norman spoke with such admiration a if she were his own daughter. “Also, it took a load off my mind about you. For I feared for a minute there that you were 'playing for the wrong team'.”
All Brendan did was let his eye twitch several times. The things he wanted to say to his father about that. But knew he really didn't have the heart to. “Alright then, I think you've had enough to drink for the night.” Brendan then reached out and grabbed the glass from his fathers hand.
“Don't you dare tell me what to and what not to do!” Norman snapped at his son. Catching him by surprise and Brendan was able to come back.
“I never said that you 'should' stop, I said I 'think you should' stop.” He finished as he was now slowly distancing himself from his father. “Now, if you'll finally excuse me, I need to find May!” Brendan turned around to walk away when he heard his father yell at him again.
“Go son! You go and you do her! Give me grandkids that will make me proud!” All Brendan did was shake his head and tried not to acknowledge those last words from his father.
This was why Brendan hated going to such large events. People get all sorts of drunk and then feelings get hurt. Mainly his. It's not that he is sensitive, well, he kind of is, but, he is always the mental whipping boy when it comes to drunk people venting. This also led to another reason why Brendan never liked to drink at such events. But he can only handle so much before he himself goes off the deep end and decides to kill a few brain cells and do some lashing of his own. As he was making his way into another large room full of people with a few familiar faces. He then remembered that he had his fathers glass of brandy in his hand. Only half thinking about it, Brendan just chugged what was left in the glass and almost gaged. It was something he was not used to, especially since it was a rather large glass of just straight brandy.
Brendan placed the glass down on the nearest counter top and when he turned around to look around the room, he noticed the his vision was now slightly blurred. Brendan tried to kid himself and took out his glasses from his inner jacket pocket and placed them on, hoping that it would actually better his vision. It didn't, but he made no effort to take them off and kept on searching for May. Which led him to a small round table in the corner of the room with two more familiar faces than even Green's.
“Hey!” Brendan arrived up to his roommates, Ethan and Lucas who were enjoying a small drinking activity.
“Brendan! You lucky son of a bitch!” Ethan exclaimed to his friend as he slapped him on the back. Ethan then proceeded to fill up a small shot glass of some clear liquid and a larger glass of some lemon-lime soda. He then handed Brendan the shot glass and placed the larger glass below the shot glass. “Here Brendan, have a popper with us!”
“What the hell is a popper?”
“It's a sort of mixed drink of tequila and lemon-lime soda. The point is you drop the shot glass into the regular glass and you cover it with a cloth and you lightly slam the glass back on the table, popping it so both liquids mix, then you quickly chug the mixture.” Ethan explained while he did one himself. “C'mon! We'll all do one together!” Ethan also motioned for Lucas to join in.
“...Fine.” Brendan quietly picked up another shot glass and let Ethan fill it with the clear liquid and waited for Lucas to set his up. Then at the count of three, all three males dropped the glass and popped the cup and chugged the fizzy drink. Which Brendan let out a burp.
“What took you so long to get here?” Ethan asked Brendan. Readying another popper for them.
“I had to do some last minute shopping for my parents.” Brendan took a little time to answer, it was starting to feel a little tedious to try and come up with some straight answers. “Hey guys, I'm looking for May. Any of you guys seen her?” After his question, all three boys popped another drink. Ethan just blankly stared at Brendan for several moments until he started to burst out into laughter. “What the fuck is so funny?” Brendan hissed, not that Ethan heard it at all due to the other noises from everyone else in the room.
“How the hell do you let such a fine piece of ass like her get out of your sight?” Ethan continued to giggle. “I mean, if she were my girlfriend. She'd be all over me, and I'd be all over her ass like a Shelder on a Slowpoke!” Lucas began to chuckle at Ethan's comments as he just rested his face in his palms from letting anyone see his goofy laugh.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Brendan now finally letting his anger get the better of himself.
“It means that I would so fuck the shit out of May! All day, everyday and wouldn't let her leave my sight for even a second! I'd even fuck those lovely tits of hers too!” Ethan claimed proudly.
“That's my GIRLFRIEND you're talking about!” Brendan getting a little hysterical now. Taking a shot of Tequila without the lemon-lime soda.
“Geez man! Take the complement. I'm just saying that I would totally not waste not having sex with her at any given moment!” He continued, not being able to sense death if it were an inch from his face, since Brendan looked like he was going to kill someone, and the someone looked to be Ethan.
“Fuck you Ethan! At least I get some ass on a regular basis!” Brendan was about ready to send his fist into Ethan's face. But he couldn't pull the trigger quite yet. All the while Lucas was now with his head on the table in a fit of laughter at the events that were taking place.
“Of course you do!” Ethan shot back boldly. “May has enough tits and ass that could last any normal man several lifetimes” Ethan was about to take another popper but then he was stopped by a blunt force that hit his chest and sent him back several steps into the wall that was close to the table. When he finally realized what had happened, he realized that it was Brendan who had shoved him into the wall with his own strength.
“Now you listen to me you FUCK!” Brendan spoke softly until he got to his last word which he had almost roared. “The next time I hear you say some shit like that about my girl. I swear I'll shove Lucas so far up your ass, it'll be like he's wearing a costume of you!”
The smirk that Ethan had on his face had completely vanished and he had a look as if he had seen a ghost. Brendan's eyes went from a bright ruby red to dark crimson, almost blood like red dots. Lucas, however, was in an even bigger laugh riot. Despite Brendan using him in the threat, Lucas found it a lot more funny than anything else as he was on the floor. Unable to control his laughter. Probably drunk as well.
Brendan made his way out of the room and continued the what now seemed hopeless search for May. Brendan's vision once again began to fail slightly and he lost some balance in his steps. His stomach began to make gurgling sounds as he now found himself in another unfamiliar lounge. But this one was filled with many Elite four members as well as a slew of well respected trainers.
“There you are Brendan!!” Yellow, Red's younger sister who ran over the greet her senior. Brendan tried to keep a straight face for her and did not want her to worry. As was her nature. She is such a sweet girl. She gracefully bowed in front of Brendan and shot back up quickly. “So, how doe the dress look on me?” She asked as she did a little twirl. Brendan had made the dress for her personally as Brendan thought that the colors and style of dress would fit her perfectly, and it did, she looked gorgeous. But Brenden seemed too drunk to complement her.
“.....Uuugh.” Brendan wasn't able to form any kind of comment for Yellow and he simply took several steps ahead of her further into the lounge area where he saw at the center of all the elite trainers was none other than Red.
Red looked up and saw that Brendan's face was flushed red. He was drunk. “...!” Red held up his drink and nodded toward Brendan. A friendly gesture of hello, but something just snapped in Brendan.
“God fucking dammit get the fuck off my CASE!!!” Brendan screamed at the top of his lungs and kicked over a small coffee table that had several empty bottles of alcohol. Then one bottle of absinthe rolled from under the mess that seemed to still be full. Brendan picked up the bottle of green liquid and yanked off the cap and began to chug like there was no tomorrow. Fortunately he was only able to manage two gulps of the harsh liquid before he gagged the rest and spilled all over the floor. Brendan then threw the bottle off to the side and left everyone in the room all quiet and shocked as to what had just taken place. Yellow then looked at her older brother, who looked at her back and only shrugged out of confusion and just took another sip from his own drink.
Now it seemed like there was nowhere to go but down for Brendan. He was drunk as hell, he had a very hard time keeping his balance as well as his sight, and worst of all, he still could not find May. “Fffuckin bitch...” Brendan muttered to himself. He never talked bad about May. Then again, he never drank this much alcohol and stay conscious to remember the tale either. “Probably offfffsssssomewhere bitching about me like she alwayssss does...” He continued his way walking, or stumbling, to be more accurate, down another set of hallways, all the while bumping into random people cause he just had little to no control of his balance. Spilling drinks and knocking over tables and what not.
He finally somehow found his way back to the main hall of the mansion and decided to try and look for the kitchen. He needed a non-alcoholic drink to try and settle his stomach so that it wouldn't come back and bite him in the ass later. Upon his way into the back of the hall, he stumbled over some small steps that he didn't notice were there and completely crashed into someone. “Oww!” It was a feminine voice. “Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were behind me!” It turned out to be Belle, Barry's older sister. She had helped Brendan back to his feet and kept him balanced. “Oh! I know you! You're one of my little brothers friends!”
Brendan looked at Belle. All he saw was a yellow blur. He fixed his glasses, which still did no help more so than when he first put them on to try and make his vision better. She looked a little more clear and finally figured out who it was. “Get the fuck out of the Barry!!” Brendan yelled at Belle and pushed her to the side and continued on. Belle was a little confused at what had just took place. She wasn't sure if she should be offended that he called her Barry, or if she should be worried for him because he couldn't even form proper sentences.
Brendan found his way into a rather fancy looking lounge. With statues of Dragoniar scattered around the whole room and there was a large table full of food in the center of the room. He tumbled his way to the table looking for any type of liquid that wasn't alcoholic. But there was only one drink that was present at the table. A row of purple bottles that simply read 'Danjouness' on the label. Brendan picked up the bottle and carefully inspected it. Even in his drunken state, he thought it would have been unwise to drink such an odd drink. He then set it back down and turned to leave the lounge when then something caught his drunken eye. In the corner of the room there was a large red love seat with two bronze Dragonair statues at the end of each side of the couch and in on the couch he noticed a mess of chestnut brown hair that only trailed down to the shoulders. A loose looking burgundy blouse with black tihghts and black leggings that went under said tights. “...May?”
He had gotten closer and it became clear that it was indeed May. But, it looked as though she was sitting on someone's lap and facing him. He then saw a pair of hands that were all in her hair. He then sidestepped and saw that May was in the middle of a tongue battle with some other man. Brendan crept closely to get a much better look at who this mystery person was and found it to be none other than captain asshole himself, Green.
“What theffffffffffffFUCK ISSSSSSSS GOING ON HERE!?” Brendan yelled at the top of his lungs. Green and May jumped up in shock and looked towards Brendan. May's blouse was halfway opened to which her cleavage was in full sight. Both faces were beat read, either from embarrassment or drunkenness. Brendan was hoping for the latter.
“...Where the fuck have you been bitch?” Was all May told him. Not an explanation as to why Green's tongue was down her throat. Not Hello or how are you or anything of that. May just started to chuckle.
“...Wwhat'ssssSoo FUNNY!?” Brendan was starting to get heated.
“...You!” May laughed out loud again. “You're so drunk! It's funny!”
“SSSShaddup Slut!!” Brendan shot at May and her smile only grew. “I ssssspen all the time looking for yousssslutty assssand yourrr on theasshole!”
May kept on laughing at Brendan's failed attempts at being intimidating, not that he was really trying to. Green began to smirk himself at how pathetic Brendan looked. “Look man.” He began with a smile. “I just needed a way to shut your woman up and I thought that a kiss would do.” Green seemed so nonchalant about explaining that he wanted to kiss Brendan's girl in front of him.
Brendan, however, only registered the word 'woman' from Green's mouth and he was immediately taken back to the start of the night where he pretty much called him the woman of his and May's relationship. So he then shoved May off of Green's lap and she fell off to the side of the large red couch and grabbed Green by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up with relative ease and without even thinking twice, he sent his own tongue down Green's throat.
Green was totally thrown off his game at this turn of events. He half expected Brendan to try and throw him off into the center of the room and perhaps start a fight. But this?
“Oh!?” May was in awe at what she was looking at. She wasn't sure if she should be totally disturbed or totally turned on at this. Green himself was trying to press himself off of Brendan but Brendan seemed to have a sort of superhuman like grip on his shirt and Green had no choice but let Brendan shove his tongue down his own throat.
After about half a minute. Brendan let go of Green and tossed him back on the couch with such force the couch slid a few feet back from where it originally was. Green didn't look too shocked at what had just transpired and kept his eyes fixed at Brendan for any other suspicious sudden movements. “Howwwwwssssssss DAT for women!?” Brendan messed up the line as he tried to make Green remember his comments about him earlier in the night.
Green was just speechless, but he then let out a laugh along with May was now hollering while rolling on the couch which led her to fall off the couch and onto the floor. “Wow Brendan, you really are a bitch!” May commented at her boyfriend.
Brendan lost any kind of feeling at that point. He had enough of everyone calling him out on his feelings and views. But for it to come from May? If this were regular Brendan, he'd probably just sulk over it for a couple of days. But the fact that Brendan had a full night of drinking under him so that he could forget about all the comments from everyone.
Once again his eyes turned from the hint of Ruby to a dark blood red void of evil as he clenched his fist and with all his might he sent it to find Green's face. But due to Brendan not knowing who was where and what was what, his fist missed Green by a long shot and his punch hit one of Lance's bronze Dragonair statues. There was a loud 'PONG' noise. Green and May looked to see the source of it and saw that Brendan's punch had actually had enough power to cause the statue to bend. The Dragonair now had it's head looking off to the side as opposed to it looking straight ahead like all the others. Both of them stopped dead in their tracks and just watched in awe and shock at what had transpired.
Both parties were wide eyed and mouths gaped open as they thought they felt the aura that Brendan emitted. It was nothing any of them had ever felt from him before. Green didn't say a single word after and just sinked himself in the seat of the couch and placed his hand over his lap. Probably hiding a boner that he received from his exchange with May or even Brendan. And held his drink very close to his face so Brendan couldn't see or notice him. He finally turned his attention to May which as soon as their eyes met, May let a hiccup out of fear.
“Uhhh, Brendan?” She meekly asked.
“Ssshhhhaddup SSSlut!!” Brendan yelled back at her with a heavy slur in his voice. When Brendan called May a slut she regained her composure and tried to get up and stand her ground, but she was too drunk to even do that as she just flopped back on the floor.
“Hey! Shut up! I..., I..., it wasn't anything serious!” She tried to yell back. She wasn't used to Brendan being this rough before. And wondered if she actually enjoyed this Brendan.
Brendan took two streps forward and with the same mangled hand that he punched the statue with, he grabbed May by the arm and with what seemed like no effort on his part at all, pulled May up in the air and caught her on only one of his shoulders. The force of her body had sent Brendan several steps backwards and in all honestly, it was a damn miracle that he didn't fall over due to his drunkenness. May began to yell incoherent obscenities while trying to unsuccessfully let herself down from Brendan's grip.
Brendan finally turned his sights to Green and put on the most dark looking glare he could muster. Normally Green would shrug off such stupidness from Brendan. But after his little stint with the statue he knew very well that Brendan didn't need Pokemon to intimidate him.
Now Brendan made off back into the main hall with May kicking and screaming with every stumble he took. Brendan would shake her every now and then to assert his dominance of the situation. Once he reached the great hall again, he began to climb the stairs which were actually off limits to the party. He didn't care, he had a mission now. And even he didn't know how it would all go down.
Once he reached the top of the staircase and in full view of everyone down stairs. Brendan heard his father Norman from downstairs. “Way to go son! That's my boy! Remember to cum inside her!!” Norman roared from the top of his lungs only to have half of the guests in the hall turn their attention to Norman and then to Brendan who was now long out of sight.
Brendan opened the first door that he saw and it only led to a mini library. Brendan then turned to leave the room and subsequently banged May's head on the side of the door. “OW!! What the fuck Brendan!?” May had screamed at Brendan who only just slapped her ass in response. “Goddammit let me go!”
“Ssshut tha ffffcuk up!! Sssssslut!” Brendan yelled back as he continued on into the hall and finally found another door to go through. Brendan noticed that his hand that was placed just right below the opening of May's tights were getting moist. Was she getting turned on by all this? When he opened the door he saw that this time it was indeed a large bedroom, so Brendan made his way into the room, closed and locked the door. He then jerked his shoulder and tossed May onto the bed and pulled out a small wrapped box and threw it at May. “Mmmmmmerrrry Christmasssslut!!” Brendan said.
“Fuck you Brendan! Stop calling me a slut or else...” May didn't even finish yelling her threat before Brendan roared back even louder than May.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, SSSSSSSSSLUT!! THATS WHAT YOU ARE TONIGHT AND I'MMM GUNNA BE YER SANTA CLAS AND PUNISH YOU BY STUFFING YOUR STIOCKING!!!” Brendan was heated and he pulled his coat off and threw it off to the floor.
May went from furious and slightly frightened and turned on to being completely turned on at Brendan's actions. Wow, why isn't he like this every day? “...Okay,” May felt like she finally knew where her place is for tonight and she finally opened the small box to find a small Sapphire pendent being held by a sleek gold chain. She thought it was beautiful.
“It's supposed tooooooour eyes.” Brendan slurred as he then just stumbled towards and flopped on top May and began to sloppily kiss her all over her face. May had no objections to this at all as Brendan's tongue began to trace the outer parts of May's lips until it found it's way inside her mouth. May was now letting out loud moans under Brendan's weight as he began to slip her tights and leggings off to fully exposer her core. Which was dripping wet from all this excitement of Brendan finally not being a little bitch but a full blown man full of testosterone.
“Fffffcuk yesss!” May moaned out in pleasure under Brendan's mouth. Edging him to go on and Brendan then grabbed the sides of May's shirt and bra inside and ripped them clean open and fully exposed her breasts.
“Mmmhmmm, soo gonna fuck you hard...” Brendan whispered to May as he then finally made his way to try and kiss his way down to May's core, but all he managed to do was slobber all over her body and when he got to her breasts, he began to fondle and squeeze them. He then placed his face in between them and began to rub himself in them. “Such niceeeeeee titssss.” Brendan cooed. “Warm..., soft..., nice.”
“Hurry Brendan!” May practically pleaded. “Please, I gotta have this!” The culmination of both their drunkenness and May's apparent fetish of a manly Brendan all came together and had made May want Brendan much more than she has ever before. She was breathing hard and eagerly waiting for his next move. And that was it, there wasn't a next move. “...Brendan?”
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Brendan had passed out in between May's breasts, thinking they were pillows. “...Fucking dammit Brendan!!” May was highly disappointed that she would not have the rare opportunity of being boned by a truly manly and angry Brendan. She had tried to push him off of her, but it was no use, she was drunk as well and he felt her eyes get heavy as well. There was no need for her to go anywhere anyways. So she just accepted this and just closed her eyes and fell asleep with her man atop of her. “Merry Christmas.”
Brendan walked across the main hall and wondered why one man such as Lance would have such a large mansion. But he had figured that Lance was the type who liked his alone time and probably felt that the overly large mansion was a good way to feel secluded from most other people. And it also made a great place to hold large gatherings. Case in point, this large Christmas party with nearly anybody who was anybody was here. From Elite trainers and top coordinators alike were all here to celebrate Christmas with one another.
He made his way into the secondary hall and passed several people he knew from many of the previous contests. Keeping with simple chit-chat and shaking hands here and there. He tried his best to keep a good face on when he just wanted to spend this night with May. The only problem is trying to find her. After several minutes of searching, he spotted a small beacon of hope. The all too familiar spiky brown hair and permanent smug looking face could only mean that Brendan had found Green.
“Hey Green!” Brendan trying to elevate his voice over the large array of voices and conversations that were happening around him. Green and Brendan weren't the closest of people, in fact, They probably haven't said more than five sentences to each other in the past year. But Green was a familiar face and he could help Brendan to pointing him in the right direction.
“Hi Brendan.” Green responded with a glass of dark drown liquid in both of his hands. “ Here, let's start this with a proper Christmas party greeting and have a drink with me.” He finished as he held out one of the glasses towards Brendan. “It's a simple rum and cola.” Brendan noticed there was a small hint of red in Greens face as well as an uncharacteristic smile.
“No thanks, man. I'm not much of a drinker.” Brendan declined the offer from his senior by pressing it back towards Green. “I was wondering if you had seen May around here?”
Green placed the glass on the counter that was beside both of them and looked back at Brendan. “No, I haven't seen your mistress anywhere.” He turned away and leaned his back against the counter.
“Well, if you see her can you tell her- wait, what did you say?” Brendan finally caught the last words that came out of his senior.
“You heard me.” Green replied and took another sip of his drink.
“Obviously I did not! Otherwise I wouldn't be asking you to repeat yourself.” Brendan starting to get a little hostile towards Green.
“Then I guess that woman has her hand clasped around your balls so hard that the rest of your senses have gone weary.”
“What!?” The loudness of Brendan's yell was only barley heard over the large crowd in the hall. “What the hell is the matter with you!?”
“Oh please.” Green started. “I may not live in the same house as you but even I can see it.” He then took another drink from his glass. “Every time she's around you, you fall in to this daze and succumb to her as her yes man. She always seems to yell at you and you don't seem to fight back, or even mind, for that matter. I swear sometimes I wonder who really is the man in the relationship.” He finished and downed the rest of his drink. “Which is another way of me telling you that you're a woman.” He added and went for the drink he offered Brendan on the counter top but was stopped by Brendan, who grabbed the drink himself and downed the whole glass.
“Fuck you Green! That just goes to show how you don't know shit about our relationship!” That was about the most swear words Brendan has used in one sentence in quite some time. As well as the first drink that he had in some time as well. He then slammed the glass back on the counter and stormed off and away from his seemingly drunk senior to continue his journey to find May.
Green just shook his head and turned his attention back to the counter and poured himself another drink. “That kid has some problems.”
Brendan was now a little annoyed at his seniors comments that he ignored several other people who were trying to get his attention in the hall. He made his way to the back of the hall and entered another area of the mansion. Looking around some more he saw a few familiar faces and asked around but nobody seemed to know anything. He was on his was out of the large room and about to head upstairs when then he heard a deep voice holler out his name.
“Brendan!! Get over here you!” He knew that voice all to well. The only difference was that it wasn't an angry yell as it was a rather cheery one. Brendan turned his head slowly and confirmed the source of the voice.
“Hey dad...” Norman made his way to his son and wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close for a big embrace. Brendan could smell brandy on his father, meaning that he was probably drunk since he's usually not this 'wholesome'.
“Merry Christmas son.” Norman told his son as he let him go. Brendan noticed the large glass of what seemed to be brandy in his right hand. His face was flushed red with a smile that seemed to be stuck there.
“Thanks dad. Merry Christmas to you too.” Brendan told him and he tried to turn and walk away as quick as he could, but Norman planted his heavy hand on Brendan's shoulder and prevented him from escaping.
“Tell me son, what will you be doing this evening?” Norman asked as he took another sip from his glass of brandy.
“Nothing much.” Brendan tried to keep his comments brief. “I got you and mom a present for Christmas. Just so you know.”
Norman began to shake Brendan's shoulder, where his hand still is. “Thank you son! I just hope it's nothing feminine like a sewing machine or something like that!” Norman let out a laugh at his own joke, and this is exactly what Brendan had feared. “You know, I remember when you were born.”
“Please dad, not this!” Brendan pleaded with his father not to begin this speech, because he knew it was not going to be good.
“Hold on, hold on!” Norman assured and brought his son close to him. “When you were born, I couldn't have been more proud. 'A son!' I thought. 'A son that can inherit my abilities as a trainer and even surpass me and become a Champion one day!” he continued on with admiration in his voice. “Then the time when you were only just five years old! You single handedly defeated a full grown Salamence!!”
“Dad, really, it was no big...” Brendan was cut off before he could finish.
“You may have taken a slight bump or two. But you still came out on top! You couldn't pay me to hide my pride in you! You were on your way to being the greatest trainer the Hoenn Region had ever seen!!” Norman let out a hearty laugh and then took another drink from his glass and the smile faded from his face. “And then, from out of nowhere. You completely changed gears and went into those 'contests'!” Norman now hung his head low in shame. “You completely disregarded and threw away all your talents as a trainer and started to dress your Pokemon in frilly dresses and doing these weird dances with them. None of it makes sense!”
Brendan tried to explain to his now drunk father. “Dad, I told you I didn't abandon my train...” Once again, he was cut off by Norman who took yet another gulp of his drink.
“Spare me son, I'm too old to get all those trends you youngsters seem to be all about.” He finally let go of his son. Still looking at the ground. “When I got word of your decision, It was like somebody stabbing me in the heart many times. It even caused me to fall into a depression for several weeks.”
Brendan really had enough of all this. It's bad enough Norman gives him crap about it when he's sober. But when he's drunk, his sorrows show and it makes the comments more painful. So once again, Brendan tried to walk away while trying to politely bid his father farewell. “Alright dad. I get it, you're disappointed. But at least I can still beat you in a battle. Now if you'll excuse me. I need to go and find May.”
“Ah, May! Now that there is a fine woman!” The mention of May's name seemed to have acted as an antidepressant. As Norman shot his head back up and forced a new smile on his face. “Probably the only good thing going for you right now is her! Smart, beautiful and a superb trainer! She's even defeated the Elite Four!” Norman spoke with such admiration a if she were his own daughter. “Also, it took a load off my mind about you. For I feared for a minute there that you were 'playing for the wrong team'.”
All Brendan did was let his eye twitch several times. The things he wanted to say to his father about that. But knew he really didn't have the heart to. “Alright then, I think you've had enough to drink for the night.” Brendan then reached out and grabbed the glass from his fathers hand.
“Don't you dare tell me what to and what not to do!” Norman snapped at his son. Catching him by surprise and Brendan was able to come back.
“I never said that you 'should' stop, I said I 'think you should' stop.” He finished as he was now slowly distancing himself from his father. “Now, if you'll finally excuse me, I need to find May!” Brendan turned around to walk away when he heard his father yell at him again.
“Go son! You go and you do her! Give me grandkids that will make me proud!” All Brendan did was shake his head and tried not to acknowledge those last words from his father.
This was why Brendan hated going to such large events. People get all sorts of drunk and then feelings get hurt. Mainly his. It's not that he is sensitive, well, he kind of is, but, he is always the mental whipping boy when it comes to drunk people venting. This also led to another reason why Brendan never liked to drink at such events. But he can only handle so much before he himself goes off the deep end and decides to kill a few brain cells and do some lashing of his own. As he was making his way into another large room full of people with a few familiar faces. He then remembered that he had his fathers glass of brandy in his hand. Only half thinking about it, Brendan just chugged what was left in the glass and almost gaged. It was something he was not used to, especially since it was a rather large glass of just straight brandy.
Brendan placed the glass down on the nearest counter top and when he turned around to look around the room, he noticed the his vision was now slightly blurred. Brendan tried to kid himself and took out his glasses from his inner jacket pocket and placed them on, hoping that it would actually better his vision. It didn't, but he made no effort to take them off and kept on searching for May. Which led him to a small round table in the corner of the room with two more familiar faces than even Green's.
“Hey!” Brendan arrived up to his roommates, Ethan and Lucas who were enjoying a small drinking activity.
“Brendan! You lucky son of a bitch!” Ethan exclaimed to his friend as he slapped him on the back. Ethan then proceeded to fill up a small shot glass of some clear liquid and a larger glass of some lemon-lime soda. He then handed Brendan the shot glass and placed the larger glass below the shot glass. “Here Brendan, have a popper with us!”
“What the hell is a popper?”
“It's a sort of mixed drink of tequila and lemon-lime soda. The point is you drop the shot glass into the regular glass and you cover it with a cloth and you lightly slam the glass back on the table, popping it so both liquids mix, then you quickly chug the mixture.” Ethan explained while he did one himself. “C'mon! We'll all do one together!” Ethan also motioned for Lucas to join in.
“...Fine.” Brendan quietly picked up another shot glass and let Ethan fill it with the clear liquid and waited for Lucas to set his up. Then at the count of three, all three males dropped the glass and popped the cup and chugged the fizzy drink. Which Brendan let out a burp.
“What took you so long to get here?” Ethan asked Brendan. Readying another popper for them.
“I had to do some last minute shopping for my parents.” Brendan took a little time to answer, it was starting to feel a little tedious to try and come up with some straight answers. “Hey guys, I'm looking for May. Any of you guys seen her?” After his question, all three boys popped another drink. Ethan just blankly stared at Brendan for several moments until he started to burst out into laughter. “What the fuck is so funny?” Brendan hissed, not that Ethan heard it at all due to the other noises from everyone else in the room.
“How the hell do you let such a fine piece of ass like her get out of your sight?” Ethan continued to giggle. “I mean, if she were my girlfriend. She'd be all over me, and I'd be all over her ass like a Shelder on a Slowpoke!” Lucas began to chuckle at Ethan's comments as he just rested his face in his palms from letting anyone see his goofy laugh.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Brendan now finally letting his anger get the better of himself.
“It means that I would so fuck the shit out of May! All day, everyday and wouldn't let her leave my sight for even a second! I'd even fuck those lovely tits of hers too!” Ethan claimed proudly.
“That's my GIRLFRIEND you're talking about!” Brendan getting a little hysterical now. Taking a shot of Tequila without the lemon-lime soda.
“Geez man! Take the complement. I'm just saying that I would totally not waste not having sex with her at any given moment!” He continued, not being able to sense death if it were an inch from his face, since Brendan looked like he was going to kill someone, and the someone looked to be Ethan.
“Fuck you Ethan! At least I get some ass on a regular basis!” Brendan was about ready to send his fist into Ethan's face. But he couldn't pull the trigger quite yet. All the while Lucas was now with his head on the table in a fit of laughter at the events that were taking place.
“Of course you do!” Ethan shot back boldly. “May has enough tits and ass that could last any normal man several lifetimes” Ethan was about to take another popper but then he was stopped by a blunt force that hit his chest and sent him back several steps into the wall that was close to the table. When he finally realized what had happened, he realized that it was Brendan who had shoved him into the wall with his own strength.
“Now you listen to me you FUCK!” Brendan spoke softly until he got to his last word which he had almost roared. “The next time I hear you say some shit like that about my girl. I swear I'll shove Lucas so far up your ass, it'll be like he's wearing a costume of you!”
The smirk that Ethan had on his face had completely vanished and he had a look as if he had seen a ghost. Brendan's eyes went from a bright ruby red to dark crimson, almost blood like red dots. Lucas, however, was in an even bigger laugh riot. Despite Brendan using him in the threat, Lucas found it a lot more funny than anything else as he was on the floor. Unable to control his laughter. Probably drunk as well.
Brendan made his way out of the room and continued the what now seemed hopeless search for May. Brendan's vision once again began to fail slightly and he lost some balance in his steps. His stomach began to make gurgling sounds as he now found himself in another unfamiliar lounge. But this one was filled with many Elite four members as well as a slew of well respected trainers.
“There you are Brendan!!” Yellow, Red's younger sister who ran over the greet her senior. Brendan tried to keep a straight face for her and did not want her to worry. As was her nature. She is such a sweet girl. She gracefully bowed in front of Brendan and shot back up quickly. “So, how doe the dress look on me?” She asked as she did a little twirl. Brendan had made the dress for her personally as Brendan thought that the colors and style of dress would fit her perfectly, and it did, she looked gorgeous. But Brenden seemed too drunk to complement her.
“.....Uuugh.” Brendan wasn't able to form any kind of comment for Yellow and he simply took several steps ahead of her further into the lounge area where he saw at the center of all the elite trainers was none other than Red.
Red looked up and saw that Brendan's face was flushed red. He was drunk. “...!” Red held up his drink and nodded toward Brendan. A friendly gesture of hello, but something just snapped in Brendan.
“God fucking dammit get the fuck off my CASE!!!” Brendan screamed at the top of his lungs and kicked over a small coffee table that had several empty bottles of alcohol. Then one bottle of absinthe rolled from under the mess that seemed to still be full. Brendan picked up the bottle of green liquid and yanked off the cap and began to chug like there was no tomorrow. Fortunately he was only able to manage two gulps of the harsh liquid before he gagged the rest and spilled all over the floor. Brendan then threw the bottle off to the side and left everyone in the room all quiet and shocked as to what had just taken place. Yellow then looked at her older brother, who looked at her back and only shrugged out of confusion and just took another sip from his own drink.
Now it seemed like there was nowhere to go but down for Brendan. He was drunk as hell, he had a very hard time keeping his balance as well as his sight, and worst of all, he still could not find May. “Fffuckin bitch...” Brendan muttered to himself. He never talked bad about May. Then again, he never drank this much alcohol and stay conscious to remember the tale either. “Probably offfffsssssomewhere bitching about me like she alwayssss does...” He continued his way walking, or stumbling, to be more accurate, down another set of hallways, all the while bumping into random people cause he just had little to no control of his balance. Spilling drinks and knocking over tables and what not.
He finally somehow found his way back to the main hall of the mansion and decided to try and look for the kitchen. He needed a non-alcoholic drink to try and settle his stomach so that it wouldn't come back and bite him in the ass later. Upon his way into the back of the hall, he stumbled over some small steps that he didn't notice were there and completely crashed into someone. “Oww!” It was a feminine voice. “Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were behind me!” It turned out to be Belle, Barry's older sister. She had helped Brendan back to his feet and kept him balanced. “Oh! I know you! You're one of my little brothers friends!”
Brendan looked at Belle. All he saw was a yellow blur. He fixed his glasses, which still did no help more so than when he first put them on to try and make his vision better. She looked a little more clear and finally figured out who it was. “Get the fuck out of the Barry!!” Brendan yelled at Belle and pushed her to the side and continued on. Belle was a little confused at what had just took place. She wasn't sure if she should be offended that he called her Barry, or if she should be worried for him because he couldn't even form proper sentences.
Brendan found his way into a rather fancy looking lounge. With statues of Dragoniar scattered around the whole room and there was a large table full of food in the center of the room. He tumbled his way to the table looking for any type of liquid that wasn't alcoholic. But there was only one drink that was present at the table. A row of purple bottles that simply read 'Danjouness' on the label. Brendan picked up the bottle and carefully inspected it. Even in his drunken state, he thought it would have been unwise to drink such an odd drink. He then set it back down and turned to leave the lounge when then something caught his drunken eye. In the corner of the room there was a large red love seat with two bronze Dragonair statues at the end of each side of the couch and in on the couch he noticed a mess of chestnut brown hair that only trailed down to the shoulders. A loose looking burgundy blouse with black tihghts and black leggings that went under said tights. “...May?”
He had gotten closer and it became clear that it was indeed May. But, it looked as though she was sitting on someone's lap and facing him. He then saw a pair of hands that were all in her hair. He then sidestepped and saw that May was in the middle of a tongue battle with some other man. Brendan crept closely to get a much better look at who this mystery person was and found it to be none other than captain asshole himself, Green.
“What theffffffffffffFUCK ISSSSSSSS GOING ON HERE!?” Brendan yelled at the top of his lungs. Green and May jumped up in shock and looked towards Brendan. May's blouse was halfway opened to which her cleavage was in full sight. Both faces were beat read, either from embarrassment or drunkenness. Brendan was hoping for the latter.
“...Where the fuck have you been bitch?” Was all May told him. Not an explanation as to why Green's tongue was down her throat. Not Hello or how are you or anything of that. May just started to chuckle.
“...Wwhat'ssssSoo FUNNY!?” Brendan was starting to get heated.
“...You!” May laughed out loud again. “You're so drunk! It's funny!”
“SSSShaddup Slut!!” Brendan shot at May and her smile only grew. “I ssssspen all the time looking for yousssslutty assssand yourrr on theasshole!”
May kept on laughing at Brendan's failed attempts at being intimidating, not that he was really trying to. Green began to smirk himself at how pathetic Brendan looked. “Look man.” He began with a smile. “I just needed a way to shut your woman up and I thought that a kiss would do.” Green seemed so nonchalant about explaining that he wanted to kiss Brendan's girl in front of him.
Brendan, however, only registered the word 'woman' from Green's mouth and he was immediately taken back to the start of the night where he pretty much called him the woman of his and May's relationship. So he then shoved May off of Green's lap and she fell off to the side of the large red couch and grabbed Green by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up with relative ease and without even thinking twice, he sent his own tongue down Green's throat.
Green was totally thrown off his game at this turn of events. He half expected Brendan to try and throw him off into the center of the room and perhaps start a fight. But this?
“Oh!?” May was in awe at what she was looking at. She wasn't sure if she should be totally disturbed or totally turned on at this. Green himself was trying to press himself off of Brendan but Brendan seemed to have a sort of superhuman like grip on his shirt and Green had no choice but let Brendan shove his tongue down his own throat.
After about half a minute. Brendan let go of Green and tossed him back on the couch with such force the couch slid a few feet back from where it originally was. Green didn't look too shocked at what had just transpired and kept his eyes fixed at Brendan for any other suspicious sudden movements. “Howwwwwssssssss DAT for women!?” Brendan messed up the line as he tried to make Green remember his comments about him earlier in the night.
Green was just speechless, but he then let out a laugh along with May was now hollering while rolling on the couch which led her to fall off the couch and onto the floor. “Wow Brendan, you really are a bitch!” May commented at her boyfriend.
Brendan lost any kind of feeling at that point. He had enough of everyone calling him out on his feelings and views. But for it to come from May? If this were regular Brendan, he'd probably just sulk over it for a couple of days. But the fact that Brendan had a full night of drinking under him so that he could forget about all the comments from everyone.
Once again his eyes turned from the hint of Ruby to a dark blood red void of evil as he clenched his fist and with all his might he sent it to find Green's face. But due to Brendan not knowing who was where and what was what, his fist missed Green by a long shot and his punch hit one of Lance's bronze Dragonair statues. There was a loud 'PONG' noise. Green and May looked to see the source of it and saw that Brendan's punch had actually had enough power to cause the statue to bend. The Dragonair now had it's head looking off to the side as opposed to it looking straight ahead like all the others. Both of them stopped dead in their tracks and just watched in awe and shock at what had transpired.
Both parties were wide eyed and mouths gaped open as they thought they felt the aura that Brendan emitted. It was nothing any of them had ever felt from him before. Green didn't say a single word after and just sinked himself in the seat of the couch and placed his hand over his lap. Probably hiding a boner that he received from his exchange with May or even Brendan. And held his drink very close to his face so Brendan couldn't see or notice him. He finally turned his attention to May which as soon as their eyes met, May let a hiccup out of fear.
“Uhhh, Brendan?” She meekly asked.
“Ssshhhhaddup SSSlut!!” Brendan yelled back at her with a heavy slur in his voice. When Brendan called May a slut she regained her composure and tried to get up and stand her ground, but she was too drunk to even do that as she just flopped back on the floor.
“Hey! Shut up! I..., I..., it wasn't anything serious!” She tried to yell back. She wasn't used to Brendan being this rough before. And wondered if she actually enjoyed this Brendan.
Brendan took two streps forward and with the same mangled hand that he punched the statue with, he grabbed May by the arm and with what seemed like no effort on his part at all, pulled May up in the air and caught her on only one of his shoulders. The force of her body had sent Brendan several steps backwards and in all honestly, it was a damn miracle that he didn't fall over due to his drunkenness. May began to yell incoherent obscenities while trying to unsuccessfully let herself down from Brendan's grip.
Brendan finally turned his sights to Green and put on the most dark looking glare he could muster. Normally Green would shrug off such stupidness from Brendan. But after his little stint with the statue he knew very well that Brendan didn't need Pokemon to intimidate him.
Now Brendan made off back into the main hall with May kicking and screaming with every stumble he took. Brendan would shake her every now and then to assert his dominance of the situation. Once he reached the great hall again, he began to climb the stairs which were actually off limits to the party. He didn't care, he had a mission now. And even he didn't know how it would all go down.
Once he reached the top of the staircase and in full view of everyone down stairs. Brendan heard his father Norman from downstairs. “Way to go son! That's my boy! Remember to cum inside her!!” Norman roared from the top of his lungs only to have half of the guests in the hall turn their attention to Norman and then to Brendan who was now long out of sight.
Brendan opened the first door that he saw and it only led to a mini library. Brendan then turned to leave the room and subsequently banged May's head on the side of the door. “OW!! What the fuck Brendan!?” May had screamed at Brendan who only just slapped her ass in response. “Goddammit let me go!”
“Ssshut tha ffffcuk up!! Sssssslut!” Brendan yelled back as he continued on into the hall and finally found another door to go through. Brendan noticed that his hand that was placed just right below the opening of May's tights were getting moist. Was she getting turned on by all this? When he opened the door he saw that this time it was indeed a large bedroom, so Brendan made his way into the room, closed and locked the door. He then jerked his shoulder and tossed May onto the bed and pulled out a small wrapped box and threw it at May. “Mmmmmmerrrry Christmasssslut!!” Brendan said.
“Fuck you Brendan! Stop calling me a slut or else...” May didn't even finish yelling her threat before Brendan roared back even louder than May.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, SSSSSSSSSLUT!! THATS WHAT YOU ARE TONIGHT AND I'MMM GUNNA BE YER SANTA CLAS AND PUNISH YOU BY STUFFING YOUR STIOCKING!!!” Brendan was heated and he pulled his coat off and threw it off to the floor.
May went from furious and slightly frightened and turned on to being completely turned on at Brendan's actions. Wow, why isn't he like this every day? “...Okay,” May felt like she finally knew where her place is for tonight and she finally opened the small box to find a small Sapphire pendent being held by a sleek gold chain. She thought it was beautiful.
“It's supposed tooooooour eyes.” Brendan slurred as he then just stumbled towards and flopped on top May and began to sloppily kiss her all over her face. May had no objections to this at all as Brendan's tongue began to trace the outer parts of May's lips until it found it's way inside her mouth. May was now letting out loud moans under Brendan's weight as he began to slip her tights and leggings off to fully exposer her core. Which was dripping wet from all this excitement of Brendan finally not being a little bitch but a full blown man full of testosterone.
“Fffffcuk yesss!” May moaned out in pleasure under Brendan's mouth. Edging him to go on and Brendan then grabbed the sides of May's shirt and bra inside and ripped them clean open and fully exposed her breasts.
“Mmmhmmm, soo gonna fuck you hard...” Brendan whispered to May as he then finally made his way to try and kiss his way down to May's core, but all he managed to do was slobber all over her body and when he got to her breasts, he began to fondle and squeeze them. He then placed his face in between them and began to rub himself in them. “Such niceeeeeee titssss.” Brendan cooed. “Warm..., soft..., nice.”
“Hurry Brendan!” May practically pleaded. “Please, I gotta have this!” The culmination of both their drunkenness and May's apparent fetish of a manly Brendan all came together and had made May want Brendan much more than she has ever before. She was breathing hard and eagerly waiting for his next move. And that was it, there wasn't a next move. “...Brendan?”
Snore
Brendan had passed out in between May's breasts, thinking they were pillows. “...Fucking dammit Brendan!!” May was highly disappointed that she would not have the rare opportunity of being boned by a truly manly and angry Brendan. She had tried to push him off of her, but it was no use, she was drunk as well and he felt her eyes get heavy as well. There was no need for her to go anywhere anyways. So she just accepted this and just closed her eyes and fell asleep with her man atop of her. “Merry Christmas.”