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How Anthony ended up in this mess he had no idea. It was supposed to be just a quiet night to celebrate his 31st Birthday, he had suggested just him, Benedict, Colin and Simon meet for a few games of Poker and that was all that was supposed to happen. A quiet night with a few drinks and some simple gambling...
But, now he was barely able to stand, he had lost about £200 to his brothers and was rather drunk as he sat in the taxi back to his house.
Sophie and Kate were having a girls night at his and Benedict Was the host of tonight’s Poker Night as it was his turn.
The taxi Anthony was now sitting in, had dropped Sophie off and was taking him home and as the taxi moved the entire world seemed to just spin.
As Anthony sat there his head pretty much hanging out of the window, his mind wandered back to the start of the night. It had begun rather tame, everything that they had planned. A few glasses of whiskey and some light hearted banter between the four of them but as the drink flowed and after Simon, as a new father had been recounting stories on the sleepless nights, the exploding nappies and just how much hard work children were, things began getting a little more loose.
Anthony saw just how much Simon was loving being a father and as much as it pained him to admit it, he was well suited to fatherhood, Anthony adores his niece and he could see just how happy his best friend is with his sister. His brother, both in happy and serious relationships, Anthony felt contentment like he had never felt washing over him as he allowed himself to relax into the evening.
The talk turned to Anthony’s upcoming wedding, the date had only recently been set and they were discussing his stag do. Anthony was trying to get the plans out of Benedict, who he had asked to be his best man but he was refusing to tell him anything but Anthony had asked, well more like pleaded for nothing too much just something like this, poker and some drinks…
Colin was in charge of drinks and things started to get hazy from there on in. Anthony was laughing a lot at the story Colin was telling of the time he walked in on each of the men present, with their partners.
Anthony threw his hands up and covered his ears before Colin could start his story and said “I need at least a double shot of Whiskey to try and black out this story Colin!” Anthony said with a groan “ he did not need to hear about Colin walking in on Daphne, and he really didn’t need to know about his little sister being railed on the stairs…
Benedict’s cheeks flushed bright red as Colin had talked about him walking in on Benedict’s face buried between Sophie’s legs on the worktop in the kitchen.
Anthony fell off his chair laughing, he thought it rather hilarious and was only slightly grossed out at the fact Benedict and Sophie had sex, regularly in the kitchen. “What? It’s the perfect height for me…” was all Benedict said whilst bright red.
The topics of conversation got more debauched from there as talk talked to preferences. “Bro, you’ve got to try it in front of a mirror… it’s AMAZING” Colin said brightly, “like you can really appreciate the way their boobs move from behind” Colin finished passionately
Anthony took another long drink at that “Col, Pen is like our sister… it's… I mean…” he spluttered.
Colin shrugged “what. It’s not like you never used to regale us with your encounters before Kate. If i remember correctly you once bragged about shagging Sienna against a tree in Hyde park”
Anthony shuddered “that was different!” He said, “I wasn't about to spend the rest of my life with Sienna! And you all hated her if i remember correctly”
Benedict laughed and shook his head “that only cause she was a gold digger, she just wanted your wallet Anth…” Benedict said.
Anthony sighed, he had to admit that they had him there. “Fine… I guess you have a point but I just don’t feel the need to brag about everything Kate and I do… and where we do it” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Well we all know you rather enjoy both of your offices” Simon said with a laugh.
Benedict snorted. “Or anywhere at work…”
“You’re one to talk,” Anthony said, pointing at his brother. “I know that’s why you asked me if we could pay for sound proofing”
Colin and Simon roared with laughter “really Ben?”
Benedict smirked “maybe… but the office isn’t the oddest place anyway” he grinned.
All three eyes turned to him and Anthony looked incredulous “really?”
Benedict poured them all another large drink, Anthony failed to notice that his was the largest of the three “drink first then I’ll tell you… if you promise not to tell your wives and girlfriend as Sophie will murder me if she knows I told…”
The three men promised and downed their drinks and looked expectantly at Benedict.
“Remember that Art Gallery opening I went to last month?”
“For Henry?” Anthony asked.
Benedict nodded. “Well we had a few drinks and you all remember how Sophie gets after a few glasses of wine…” he said chuckling to himself as the memory seemed to transport him back “we went and found an empty part of the exhibit and found a desk” he said smugly.
The three men stared at him in disbelief for a moment before starting to laugh.
“So come on then Mr, I've had more women than hot dinners” Simon said with a grin “I'd share but i am sure the three of you do not wish me to discuss your sister. Colin’s discussed his preference for mirrors and I think we all know more about Sophie than we needed to… your turn!”
Anthony shook his head and took a drink “nope… no way Kate would kill me”
“Mate… Kate would have told Sophie anyway, them two share wayyyyyyyyy too much” Benedict said with a grin
Anthony grimaced, Benedict had a point. “Still not sharing”
“Share or you have to drink the rest of the whiskey bottle by yourself” Colin said, holding up the bottle which was still over a third full.
“Gimme that” he said, snatching the bottle, which Anthony thought as he sat in the taxi, was probably where it all went pear shaped…
He had drunk it down steadily over the following hour, as well as the extra glasses that his brothers poured him and as Benedict carefully carried him into the taxi that Sophie just departed he laughed “it would have been less painful to just tell us you know” he laughed “enjoy the hangover tomorrow” he laughed as he slammed the door. Loudly.
Anthony bleary eyed stuck his finger up at his brother as the taxi drove off.
Anthony was determined he would not throw up in the taxi so wound the window down and let the fresh air hit his face, which again, was probably another rookie mistake, as it just seemed to make his head spin.
He managed to send some sort of concocted messaged to Kate which was telling him he was on his way back, which in reality said nothing of any intelligence but there she was, his beautiful soon to be wife, leaning against the door frame looking rather amused as Anthony threw money at the taxi driver and proceeded to fall out of the taxi, bashing his chin lightly on the kerb.
“Anthony!” Kate shouted as she dashed from the front door to help him up.
“Stupid… hic… kerb” Anthony said, pulling himself up and stumbling into Kate, his hands groping clumsily at her chest as he fell.
Kate laughed “how much have you had to drink?” she said as she helped steer him into the house.
“More than I should have '' he hiccupped feeling the pizza shift ominously on his stomach. “But I refuse to share details of our sex life with my brothers and Simon” he said retching slightly.
“Why? I share with the girls” Kate said with a manic grin on her face as Anthony’s jaw dropped in surprise and he wasn’t able to stop himself as he heaved and threw up on the hallway carpet.
“I am not cleaning that up!” she called “oh and if you’re going to be sick all night, you can sleep in the spare room” she said laughing as she sauntered away. Anthony was left shook at his soon to be wife’s revelation as he tried not to throw up again and ran to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach in the toilet and fell asleep against the cold porcelain.
He be awoken in a few hours with Newton licking his arms, and Kate cackling taking a photo.