Chapter Three

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     Tyler had woken up around noon, in which he had groaned loudly about, glaring at Nogla who apparently had no mercy.

"Didn't mean to wake ye." Nogla laughed out, though he soon turned serious. "But you should know better not to get drunk."

"I didn't," Tyler protested grumpily. "What are you doing in here anyways?"

"Checking your hand." Nogla answered, picking it up. "Craig kept laughing and saying your broke a bottle in your palm."

"That bastard."

Nogla sighed. "Can't you guys do anything good when I'm not around?" He placed Tyler's hand back down and shook his head.

"What's the news, Doc?"

Nogla smiled. "You're not gonna die," he answered. "But, really, what's wrong?"

Tyler gulped silently. "What do you mean?"

"You've been off lately. You drink more than usual, you're pissy and you broke a beer bottle in your hand." Nogla took a breath. "You can tell me anything, Tyler. I'm not going to judge you."

Tyler opened his mouth, wanting to say it was nothing, but Jonathan's voice came right through his.

"Evan," it laughed. "Just get dressed already!"

Tyler's jaw clenched as Nogla turned back around. "That doesn't hide much so-- oh." Nogla knit his eyebrows. "Oh, Tyler, for how long?"

Tyler decided to play dumb. "How long for what?"

"For liking Jonathan!"

Tyler bit the inside of his cheek.

"I-I can switch rooms with you. It's always silent in mine."

"No, it's fine. Appreciate it, though." He stood, followed by Nogla.

"Well, anyways, I made breakfeast for all of ye drunkards. Get it whenever your ready." Nogla walked out, nearly tripping ( yet again ) over the passed out Lui farther down the hallway.

"My hero," Tyler called back.


Jonathan came rushing down the stairs, followed by Evan, when everyone was in the kitchen. It was like he didn't even have a hangover.

"Good morning, bitches," he sang out, earning a weak one back from the ones who were hungover. "Hey," Jonathan said again, but now only to Tyler. "How's your hand?"

Craig laughed loudly. "Yeah! How is it?"

Nogla shot him a glare, which shut him right up.

"Fine. Not gonna die, Nogla says." Nogla dips his head in act.

"Hey, um... Did anyone hear a loud bang last night? It sounded like someone hit a wall."

Everyone just shook their heads as Tyler sipped at his orange juice. "Probably just one of the drunks banging a wall."

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