[EDCT] The Gift of Endless Regrets (Elliot Hunter)

[Cash Hunter]

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April 21, 2019

The dark haired boy stumbled out of the woods. He looked up to the sky and saw the full moon shining and hanging above the sky so high. "I'M TWENTY BABY!" Cash Hunter shouted, before letting out a howl as if he were a wolf. He laughed to himself as he continued to put one step after another, taking a sip of the unknown bottle of liquor once in a while.

In his drunken state, he came to the nearby lake. The cool breeze that blew his way made the shirtless boy shiver. But he was too wasted to think about getting hypothermia, though he was not even in danger of it so.

There, he spotted an all too familiar looking figure. A lazy smirk formed on his lips as he neared the other male. "Weeeelllls where were you? Misssssed one heeeeck of a party," his words slurred as he plonked himself beside his brother. "Want sssooommmeee?" Cash offered the almost empty bottle he had.

[Elliot Hunter]

Elliot had signed up for this camping trip well in advance of the recent news he'd received that had dampened his mood for what he would figure would be the rest of his life. He'd never felt quite so trapped in his life, being where he was and finding out so much longer after the fact than what he deserved. And while he was trying to enjoy this time on the trip, especially with it being his brother's birthday, he found himself sitting by the lake instead of drinking and, essentially looking out for Cash to make sure he didn't end up with poison ivy on his man parts or worse. At least he'd be able to keep Cash from drowning in this lake, that's what he was doing out here....of course.

It wasn't long until he heard the now twenty year old screeching through the woods. Elliot would have laughed, probably even applauded his brother, but he was in no usual Hunter mindset and so he couldn't quite act like himself. His brother bounded over to him like the spastic drunk that he was and Elliot just stared ahead, his arms wrapped around his bent legs. Perhaps in this disoriented state, his brother wouldn't be able to tell something was wrong. He could dream right?

"I've been here, just relaxing instead of dealing with you, ya banshee. Could ya keep it down? You're gonna get your ass in trouble and I'm responsible for you. Twenty or not, we don't need mom and dad getting a call about you in jail." Elliot felt like it was time for him to start acting like an adult, and he was taking responsibility for his brother, just as Cash had done for him the few times that the younger brother had brought money to bail the older Hunter out of jail. He put his hand up and rejected the bottle that was tilted towards him. Luckily, or perhaps not so luckily, it was almost empty.

[Cash Hunter]

The younger Hunter laughed or more like a mixture of a hiccup and a choke when he heard his brother call him a banshee. When the bottle was refused, Cash shrugged and he took another swig of it as if to say 'more for me'.

"Assssss troooouuuble? Who'd put me in trouuuble? Birthday boy rights, hullo." He snickered at that. "They were all goooooffffing and messssing about just now. MUCH louder!" Cash was pretty sure the party in the woods was still going on.

"C'mon Ellllie. We're in the jugggggle." There, that was the word that had the newly twenty year old suddenly breaking off into a short song. The fact that it was sung like a thousand times at the party earlier that night was probably the reason that triggered it. "The mighty jugggggle, the lion sleepssss tonight! In the jungggggle, the MIGHTY juggler..." With that, he fell backwards in a fit of laughter. He probably hit his head hard on the ground but the boy was just too drunk to notice.

Again, he thrusted the bottle to Elliot. "I don't know what the guys put in it but..." you need sommmeee, he said, not realizing that he completed his sentence in his mind only.

[Elliot Hunter]

Elliot paid his brother's lack of sense very little attention. He wasn't all that surprised by his little brother's intoxication, nor did he blame him for it, but he knew what would happen if their parents caught wind of the shenanigans they were getting into. Cash wasn't old enough and Elliot didn't have a story for covering if there was a breathalyzer involved. The last thing he needed to add to his plate was problems with his parents before even telling them his current predicament.

And there it was again, the thought that had him all out of whack. What was he going to do? It wasn't like he could tell Cash in his current state. Not that it would hurt if he did, Cash wasn't going to remember a damn thing the next morning. Elliot glanced at his brother again and shook his head, "Cash, buddy, you do know you're not legal yet, right? That you still have a full year and that you can get in legal trouble if you get caught. Remember when you busted me out of jail? I don't quite want to have to do that for you." Not that he wouldn't because that was what brothers were for.

Being the oldest was not always fun.

Eli could have smacked his brother for the loud, out of tune singing. It was not helping either of their cases. The palm of his hand smacked his forehead and he groaned. "You're going to be the death of me, kid. Can you just like chill your ass out for a hot second? I don't want alcohol, and you," He said as he snagged the bottle from his brother's hand, "Are getting cut off. I don't want you drooling all over my pillow because you can't make it to the top bunk. Or worse, you falling off the top bunk because you're a dumbass."

[Cash Hunter]

Cash Hunter snorted when his brother kindly pointed out his current age and its 'limitations'. "We're in the fluffing foressst. It's all goooood bruh." Granted, there were no cops really at the camp but there were teachers and camp counselors who probably would not mind catching the young Hunter who so rarely got himself in trouble. Now that would just ruin the whole prefect boy image he had built up, especially for his parents.

He let out a gasp when Elliot snatched the bottle, before bursting into laughter again. He leaned on his side and titled his head up to look at his brother. "Weeeellsss you're no fun." Cash pouted and stared longingly at the liquor that was taken away from him. But the twenty year old quickly got over it.

"So..." As he laid on the ground, he gave himself a stretch before returning his focus back to his older brother. "Where issss my pressssent?" Cash asked cheekily, like he was five years old again when he realized that was the most fun part about birthdays and he learnt that he could ask for whatever he wanted.