AC/DC One Shots

Drunk

This part was also already uploadet, but now it's in English! Hope, you'll like it.

Warnings: Drinking, Injurys, Dead.

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POV Angus:

We went to a bar and I have to admit we had all been drinking. Bon, however, was full to the top. He laughed with someone while we, Phil, Cliff, my brother Malcolm and I, held back because Bon could get really angry when he was drunk. We all wanted to go home, but we didn't want to leave Bon here either.

"I'll get him." Mal said. We looked at him uncertainly, but he was already on his way. Bon patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey! My friend Malcolm! You're just in time to order a new round!" I heard Bon call. Malcolm shook his head, his long hair swaying.

"Come on Bon, we're going home. You've had enough." Malcolm tried to pull his arm away, but Bon didn't move. He got up and since he was taller than Mal, (which was not difficult by the way, because my brother and I are not exactly giants) he intimidated him so.

"What did you say?" He asked menacingly. I thought Mal would come to us, but he put his jaw down and looked up at Bon. Killer look on the face.

"I said: we're going home. That was enough. You're full to the top." Bon laughed and reached into his pocket. Then he quickly withdrew his hand and threw a penknife at Mal. The whole bar screamed and looked at them both. Mal, standing in front of a beam, was pinned to the wood with the knife on his shoulder. However, the blade only went through his shirt. Mal pulled out the knife and threw it on the floor.

"Do you see? You don't even hit anymore. Come on, let's go." My brother didn't even sound angry at that. Bon turned back to the bar and ordered a new bottle. However, Mal didn't give up. "Come on. Let's go. You can come back tomorrow." Bon turned and hit him on the head with a bottle of scotch. Bon's drinking buddies laughed as Mal fell to his knees and narrowed his eyes. The alcohol covered his clothes and blood ran down his forehead.

"Do you understand now you baby? I'm not coming!" Bon shouted. Now Malcolm was furious. He got up, took the glass from his hand and hit it on the counter.

"You! Come with me! NOW!" He grabbed Bon by the arm. The bigger one kicked Mal and grabbed his neck. He held him up in the air and pushed. My brother looked at him in panic. I was too scared to intervene. Mal's hands tried to release Bon's. But then he kicked him in the groin. Bon fell to the floor and the smaller one kicked the singer in the face, causing Bon to pass out. Mal took a shaky breath.

"Do you have a bucket of water? Cold!" Malcolm called to the bartender. He nodded and came a few seconds later with a bucket of water. Mal took it and poured it all over our friend. Bon startled and then fell back groaning. That was a trick that always worked when you were drunk. Bon was sober again now.

"We're going!" Clarified my brother and pulled Bon to his feet. We left the bar and called a taxi. Bon looked out the window. I stared at the blood that ran down Malcolm's forehead and neck.

POV Bon:

Damn! My skull hurts! What the hell happened? I can only remember the fun time. We got home and Malcolm went furiously into his room. We heard the door of his room slam.

"What kind of problems does he have?" I asked with a laugh. But that was really bad, because now the others looked at me angrily. Angus told me and I almost started crying. Mal wanted me to stop and I hit him with a bottle? I stormed up to Mal. Angus followed me. We went into the room without knocking and saw how Mal was sitting torso on his bed and the bleeding on his shoulder stopped. You could already see bruises on his neck, in the shape of my fingers. I swallowed. Blood ran down his forehead. He hadn't noticed that we were here and angrily he wiped it away with his arm. His hands were trembling badly. Angus went ahead and put his hands on Mal's. Mal looked up.