He had missed his brothers terribly over the last few years, but one night with them and twenty barrels of Maggie's white whisky made him glad they left early this morning. He hoped the shine had not impaired his judgment too much. Wishing he had the power to avoid hangovers he took the stairs down from his bedroom rather than jumping.
He knew they got a little careless when they started racing around the roof tops late into the night. He was also sure there would be people this morning questioning each other on whether or not they heard unexplainable banging throughout the night. Knowing they would only be able to guess gave him comfort that none of those guesses would come close to the actual truth. That in fact the loud noises were actually a game of tag with moonshine barrels, weather vanes and any other large objects that were loose enough for Bo to grab and hurl at their brother. At first it reminded him of the video game Donkey Kong as Bo hurled the barrels at Louis who jumped and dodged while continuing to antagonize.
But when Bo started to remove a building's air condition unit he thought someone below would surely get hurt. So, he decided to tip the scales in favor of his bigger brother and helped him get his hands-on his smart ass smaller one. Besides it was much more fun watching Louis getting pinned to the ground and being tortured like when they were younger. Bo used all the classics, the “why are you hitting yourself?” which was more like “why are you pounding yourself senseless?” when Bo did it. He also did the tickling until he could no longer breathe, which if anyone else had seen would have just been creepy. He even pulled out the heavy artillery of dangling spit from his lip over top of Louis's face.
Giving his head a shake before completely losing himself in the moment he finished buttoning up his shirt. He needed a tea, but being in no mood to make it and the tea from Sips being so delicious, Nathan decided he would walk down to the local coffee shop and introduce himself while being reacquainted with the pleasure of their teas. Doing a once over in the mirror he decided he would go un-tucked, but would put some pants on before leaving.
Fully clothed he double-checked his pockets to make sure there was actually money in them, grabbed his keys and headed out the door. For no reason at all he looked backed. All was unpacked and everything in its proper place. Which was amazing, not just that Louis and Bo spent the night, but because it included drinking twenty barrels of Maggie's shine. He paused his gaze a little longer because it looked like home. The large windows wrapped around the entire place gave him the illusion he had looked out of them for decades now. The spiral staircase leading to his open bedroom which itself had a big unique view that had already become familiar without sleeping a wink in the bed. Both he and his brother Bo fell asleep on the couches while Louis, much like a Sloth, dangled from the breakfast...