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Riley found his second day spent at Lars house downright amusing. It was a Saturday, which meant the whole tiger clan was home. Despite the late night, Henrik and Clara seemed to have felt no need to sleep in late. The fox was awoken briefly at seven-thirty (Or some similar god-forsaken hour) by the sounds of the Johansen mother yelling at Marcus to do some kind of menial chore. Groaning, he let his eyes close off the world, trying to ignore the family noise.

His boyfriend seemed to have no problem staying asleep, which Riley guessed made sense. He grew up here...bastard is probably used to it. The fox found himself drifting in and out of sleep for a few hours, never quite falling back into the deep slumber his body was craving. Muttering to himself, he reluctantly pulled his uncooperative young body out of bed at quarter to ten. He silently debated whether or not to wake the sleeping tiger he'd left in bed, but decided ultimately to let him rest. No reason they should both endure this pain.

Forcing a shirt and some tracksuit pants on, Riley shuffled downstairs to the kitchen, which was at this point just a maelstrom of different morning noises. Esther was watching some obnoxiously loud show in the next room, Marcus was debating something with his mother and Henrik-having heard Riley coming-was preparing coffee.

"Morning champ." Chirped Henrik as Riley walked through the entryway. The fox gave only a wave in response. Henrik laughed to himself. He's actually enjoying my suffering. Thought Riley sourly.

"Hi Riley!" He heard the high-pitched, female thirteen-year-old from the next room call out. He mumbled...something that might have been words. He sat down at the kitchen table with Marcus and Clara, Marcus was holding an ipad and Clara was doing something in what looked like a planner. He was too tired and cranky to be shy, so he chose a spot opposite the two.

"And how are you today?" Asked Clara, like her husband enjoying the fox's discomfort.

"Rrmfineiguess." Said Riley, rubbing his face. Clara laughed. Henrik walked over and placed a cup of coffee in front of the young fox, and Riley raised a clenched fist to the air in celebration, before taking a sip.

"Oh...." He exclaimed, feeling the magical properties of the hot drink working already. "I remember how to say the words now."

"You seem to have forgotten your other half though. Where did you leave my son?" Asked Clara, laughing almost to herself. Riley was happy to hear her joking about them, it meant the casualness from the previous nights merry-making had carried over to the next day.

"Ah, well he's used to family noises I s'pose, didn't wake up. I didn't have the heart to do it." Replied Riley, waving a paw absentmindedly.

"It's probably his best skill." Called out Henrik from the kitchen.

"Well maybe not his best." Said the fox under his breath. Clara either didn't hear or pretended not to, but Marcus couldn't help but blush profusely at the double entendre.

"So...Riley, if you're up to a real conversation, Marcus had something he wanted to ask you two. Although maybe we should wait for Lars?" Said Clara, amused by something.

"No, no. It's fine, I can speak for Lars, and we'll have more fun this way too." Joked Riley. "What's up Marcus?" He took a large sip of his coffee, finally starting to feel like an actual living creature again.

"Well...y'see.... Some friends of mine, they're having a uh...a party, tomorrow night." Stammered the teenager. "And well, they wanted me to go. And I mean, that's fine...I'd like to...but y'know..." He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.

"Spit it out dude or I'm going back to bed." Said the fox, not unkindly.

"Well, I'm allowed to go." Riley noticed that Marcus stuttered over the word allowed, as if wanting to look more adult in front of the cool new fox. No teenager wants to admit they asked their mum for permission. "But, only if you and Lars go...I mean. If that's okay with you."

"Maybe I'm being too protective, but I'd just feel a little better if you two went and kept an eye on him." Explained Clara.

"Well your first problem Marcus...is you should have lied. Told your mum here that you were staying at a friends place." Joked Riley.

"Yeah I know..." Muttered the tiger, earning him a sharp look from his mother.

"But...it might be fun I guess? I dunno, hanging out with a bunch of sixteen year olds might be.... a little weird though don't you think?" He asked.

"Well that's the thing." Said Marcus, suddenly excited. "The university holidays are all on now, so a couple of older brothers and stuff have come home and they'll be there too. So you and Lars will have someone to hang out with."

"Hmm." Pondered the fox, thinking it over in his head. Might be fun to see where Lars had come from, friends wise. "Sure, I guess so. Why not?"

"Awesome, thank you so much Riley." Said Marcus, trying to contain himself.

The timing was almost perfect, because then Lars stumbled in, rubbing his own face. He looked at the table.

"What have you monsters done with my boyfriend?" He demanded, sitting down next his fox as Clara got up to make coffee.

"We're going to a party Lars." Said Riley, now feeling positively chirpy thanks to the coffee.

"What? Now?" Asked his boyfriend sleepily.

"No, you idiot." Snorted Riley, proceeding to explain the conversation they'd just had.

"I dunno, might be awkward. Nobody there will know I have a boyfriend now." He said, sipping his now-delivered hot drink.

"Then what a fantastic way to debut your new lifestyle." Said Riley, he couldn't help himself but be a little excited.

"I guess." Murmured Lars. "But you can't drink too much Marcus. I'm not wearing that against mum." He said, low enough so their mother couldn't hear. The teen just nodded.

"It's perfect, this way he can have fun, and we can make sure he doesn't drink too much." Said Riley, a little louder than he meant to.

"Exactly." Said Marcus, leaning over to high-five the fox.

"It's gonna be fuckin' rad Lars." Said Riley finally, to which his boyfriend just nodded.

The two then proceeded to spend a little bit of time with each member of the family for the duration of the day. They watched some kids shows with Esther (Which they both secretly enjoyed more than they let on) and then a movie with Marcus. They had coffee with Clara and ran some errands around town for Henrik. The Johansen house was in such a place that a fur could walk to most shops quite easily, so the father had no problem sending the two young males out to fetch various things. They had a relatively normal dinner, watched another movie and then everyone went to bed. It was a pretty quiet day, with little drama and no serious conversations.

It was nice.

Sunday night, and the three furs were standing outside the house where the party was taking place. They could hear the music from outside, and Lars scowled at the crappy electronica they'd chosen. He had no problem with electronic music on the whole, but nobody ever chose the _good_stuff. When they knocked on the door, it was promptly opened by a large, early twenty something bear. He obviously recognised Lars, because he jumped back in surprise.

"Lars? What the hell, I had no idea you were coming tonight!" Said the bear. Lars chuckled in response.

"Yeah, I'm back for uni break, Marcus was coming tonight and he.... suggested we tag along." The bear nodded to the younger Johansen, then looked questioningly at Riley.

"And who's this?" He asked cheerily.

"Oh, this is Riley, my boyfriend." Explained Lars matter-of-factly. "Riley, this is Paul, we were friends in high school."

"Nice to meet you." Said Riley, shaking the bear's paw.

"What the fuck are you all doing out here then?" Said Paul, laughing. "Come in, oh my god." As they walked in, the bear caught Lars looking suspiciously over at the laptop that was plugged into the speaker system. He held his paws up in defence.

"What's up with this music Paul?" Questioned the tiger, as the three newcomers were each bestowed a beer.

"I'm sorry, there aren't any other muso's here, I just put it on an automatic playlist. You're welcome to change it if you want..." He offered.

"Damn fucking right." Said Lars, heading over to the laptop. Once or twice furs that recognised him and wanted to say hello stopped him, but he eventually made it to the computer. Everyone looked up in surprise as the music stopped briefly. But then resumed their respective activities as the music did.

As he returned, Paul and Riley clapped at the new, industrial-styled heavy electronic beat playing. It was much better.

Eventually Marcus disappeared off to hang out with his own friends, while Lars and Riley just made the rounds, caching up, introducing themselves to everyone. It was a pretty casual party, and they had fun. Riley realised how much he loved drunken Lars, who sang music so loudly his throat would surely hurt the next day. They danced, made out a little on a couch, played some kind of weird card game at one point...it all became a kind of alcoholic blur as the night went on.

After a few hours, everything had wound down a little. Roughly half of everyone who'd been there when they arrived had now gone, the music had decreased in volume and intensity and they were just chilling out on a couch.

Riley was chatting quite amicably with Paul, and an otter named Troy. Lars was slouched next to him, leaning on the fox. He was kind-of asleep, occasionally waking up, talking with them for a bit and then going back into his weird napping state. Riley put an arm around him, pulling him close.

"Y'know, I would have never guessed that Lars was gay." Said Paul at one point. Riley merely raised an eyebrow. "Well, I just never thought about it. I mean he had a girlfriend and everything." Continued the bear, looking a little embarrassed.

"Yeah well...I dunno. It took him a bit to figure out too." Said the fox, gently kissing his boyfriends forehead.

"Yeah, but what I mean is...I wouldn't have guessed, but you guys are a really nice couple to see together."

"Thanks Paul." Said Riley, seeing Troy nodding as well.

"Yeah, wish I could find a female who'd be as into me as you two are each other." Added the otter, laughing. The fox just shrugged.

"Either of you guys know the time?" He asked. They each pulled out a phone, but Troy answered first.

"Uuuh, just past two." He said.

"Holy shit, it's getting really late...or early. I guess we should probably get going." Said Riley, shaking his boyfriend-who was now snoring a bit-lightly.

"Mhmm...what...?" Mumbled the sleepy tiger.

"I think it's about time we went, what do you think?"

"We're still out?" Asked Lars. That pretty much answered for him. Riley laughed.

"Yeah, I'll go quickly find Marcus, can you guys...I dunno, wake him up a bit?" Paul nodded, smiling as Riley walked away.

The fox looked all around the ground floor of the building, but the tiger teen was nowhere. Hesitantly, he decided to check upstairs. He really hoped that he wouldn't walk in on Marcus having sex or something. That'd be super awkward to say the very least. Some of the doors were shut (or rather, "occupied", it was a party), but Riley could hear hushed voices from around the corner of the hallway. He decided at the last minute to stop and listen, as he caught someone say 'Marcus' in a fairly harsh voice.

"I dunno...I'm not really...I dunno." That was definitely Marcus' voice talking, it was like slightly higher Lars really.

"Come on dude, what's wrong?" He heard another voice, this one much firmer, sounding like someone slightly older, but still a teenager. Maybe eighteen, maybe seventeen; maybe just bigger.

"I just...don't know if it's right..." Said Marcus, not sounding happy. Riley hugged the corner, still listening.

"Dude, are you a fag or something like your brother?" That was a third voice speaking now, male just like the other two. Riley tried to work out what was going on.

"No, no...I'm not I just...I don't want to."

"C'mon, don't be a fucking queer dude. I thought you weren't like that." The first voice again, now a little more forceful.

"I...I'm not sure it's a good idea..." Riley could hear hesitation in the teenager's voice, recognising the sound of someone trying to resist peer pressure. He decided now was a good time to intervene. He walked around the corner, trying his best not to look like he'd been listening. Marcus looked hopefully over to him, like he was a way out. The three furs were standing in front of an open doorway; Marcus and a dark cat in the hallway, looking at a tall wolf that Riley assumed the bigger voice belonged to. The wolf was standing right in the doorway, the door itself hanging out into the hall.

"Hey, Marcus, we're gonna go now. It's getting pretty late." Explained Riley, now on the receiving end of some hostile looks from the wolf and cat.

"Ah, okay. Sorry guys." Shrugged Marcus.

"Whatever, we don't need to hang out with a fucking fag anyway." Said the cat, looking at Riley.

"What are you guys doing?" Asked the fox, curiously.

"Nothin' you'd be into." Said the wolf. Riley took a step forward, his blood turning cold as he looked into the bedroom. There was someone laying on the bed, from the looks a chocolate Labrador female. She was obviously drunk, and not really coherent. She was definitely not in any position to consent to sex; Riley knew where this was headed.

"I think maybe we should all go, let her sleep." Suggested Riley. "No way she's gonna have sex with you guys, she's too out of it."

"Just mind your own fucking business, okay fag?" Said the wolf, pushing Riley's chest. "She's a total slut. She wants it; she'll sleep with any guy. Just stay out of it." Riley held up his paws, open palmed.

"Fine, fine, I'll go." He lied. Extending a paw, he continued. "All cool, okay? We're going home." The fox look suspiciously at his outstretched paw, then tentatively grasped it.

"We're okay." They continued shaking hands.

"I mean, she's a slut anyway, so who's gonna believe her?" Said Riley, not breaking eye contact with the wolf.

"Exactly." He replied. Riley put his free hand on the open door, then pulled the wolf a little closer.

Without saying a word, he slammed the door as hard as he could on the wolf's wrist, crushing it between the door and the doorframe, resounding in a nauseating crunch. The large wolf dropped to his knees howling.

"Holy shit, what the hell?" Cried out the cat, backpedalling. The wolf was just clutching his wrist and mewling in pain.

"Oh my god...I think you broke it, my wrist...oh my god it hurts." He cried out, now doubled over his-hopefully-broken appendage.

"You fucking psycho!" Yelled the cat, now taking a step forwards, Riley gave him an icy glare and lifted his upper lip a little, revealing his teeth. The cat stepped right back, holding his paws up in defence.

Riley stepped past the injured wolf and walked over to the bed. He waved at Marcus, who was watching in horror, a paw over his mouth in total shock.

"Marcus, give me a hand here. We gotta take her home." He said curtly. The tiger hurried over, still not knowing what to say, and did as he was told. Riley slung the Lab's arm around his neck, lifting her to her feet. "Come on, grab the other side." He grunted.

Marcus obeyed, rushing around to do the same. The dog's head lolled from side to side, and her mouth attempted to form some words, but couldn't manage it. She's totally out of it. Riley thought to himself.

As they awkwardly moved out of the room, none of them even glanced at the wolf, who was sobbing pathetically, now in the foetal position. When they got downstairs, everyone crowded around them, wondering what was going on. They'd heard some yelling and that was all. Riley ignored the questions while Marcus was too shocked to answer anything.

Being careful not to trip in his drunken state, Riley led the female out into the front yard. The crowd watched from the house, and Lars eventually stumbled out to join them.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked, slurring his words a little. The adrenalin had mostly sobered Riley up at this point, but he could still feel the effects of the alcohol in his body. Out the corner of his eye, he saw that the cat had snuck past everyone and was just leaving. He felt a sudden rush of anger, picking up a mostly-empty beer bottle and hurling it at the cat.

The glass bottle smacked solidly into the cat's shoulder and sent him falling forwards, arms flailing out uselessly. To the fox's surprise, the bottle didn't break, just kind of bounced off and landed in the grass. The cat quickly climbed to his feet however, and rubbing his shoulder skulked off.

"Riley, what the...the fuck?" Asked Lars, sounding more and more surprised.

"We gotta get this girl home, you know her?" Asked the fox, ignoring his boyfriend's questions. He saw the tiger shake his head, then dug his hand into the Labrador's back pocket and fished out a wallet.

Opening the wallet, he checked the ID, hoping for her home address. He quickly found it, shut the wallet and chucked it to Marcus.

"Hold onto this." The teen nodded, checking the ID himself.

"She doesn't have a license...this is just photo ID." Said Marcus.

"Yeah...but it has her address."

"No I mean..." Marcus swallowed, the ramifications starting to hit home. "She's only fifteen years old..." Riley nodded.

"Motherfuckers." The fox got up and walked inside, addressing the silent crowd. "Is anyone here sober? Can anyone drive?" He saw Paul step forward.

"I'm not..." Said Paul. "But my neighbour next door, he could give you a lift, if you really need it." Riley thanked the bear, and then quickly jogged over to the neighbours place. Rapping on the door until a tired looking crow, rubbing his eyes, finally answered it.

"What do you want? You guys have kept me awake all..." He began, but Riley promptly cut him off.

"Paul said you could help me." He blurted. "I need someone to drive a girl home. I think she lives nearby...and we've all been drinking." The crow stared at him for a moment, studying his face...he thought about saying no, but the fox's pleading eyes said it was important.

"Okay...fine, bring her around to my car, I'll get my keys." Said the crow, closing the door. Smiling, Riley ran back over to where Marcus, the Labrador and Lars were sitting. The female was still barely conscious.

"C'mon, I found us a ride, let's go." He explained curtly, motioning for Marcus to help him pick the female up. The tiger nodded, and the two helped her walk over to the neighbour's house. Lars just followed stupidly, too drunk to do much else.

They all clambered into the crow's car, with Lars in the front. Marcus read out the address to the driver, who claimed he knew the street. The car was mostly silent, as they drove through the eerie, abandoned early morning streets. Riley felt exhausted, he was coming down from the adrenalin high he'd been on and it was wrecking him. He stared out the window for the duration of the ten-minute drive. When they arrived, the crow said he'd wait and give them a ride home, so Lars stayed in the car while his brother and boyfriend helped walk the Labrador to the house.

When the door was finally opened, a very large Labrador male answered, this one however was a shiny black.

"Christie...what the hell?" He asked, looking cross. Riley saw the mother in the background, looking out anxiously.

"Sorry, she had...too much to drink I guess." Explained the fox. "We decided to get her home before anything bad happened." He chose not to reveal how close that had come to happening...the thought made him shudder.

"I...I..." Began the father, searching for words. "Thanks. We appreciate that, it's very kind of you." He finally said, accepting the weight of his daughter as she stumbled in, still not awake.

"It's fine, she's gonna have an awful hangover though." Added Riley. The father actually chuckled a little.

"Well, maybe that will teach her." He said, obviously having no idea that was in pretty poor taste.

"Yeah..." Said the fox lamely. "Well, we gotta get home I guess. I hope she feels better." The dog waved a goodbye, and then shut the door, leading his daughter inside.

"Oh my god Riley..." Said Marcus, after being silent for ages.

"I know...Let's go." Replied the fox, climbing back into the crow's car. Marcus listed their address, and the bird was kind enough to drop them home.

By the time they finally got to bed, it was almost three in the morning.