Chapter 22
Drunken Antics, Part two
Maggie
The other brothers came into the kitchen. They found us standing there and Nolan on the floor.
“Holy hell, he’s drunk as a skunk,” Nathan said.
Nash glanced at me.
“Hey! Don’t look at me. Charlie called me.”
Nolan sat on the floor, drunk off his ass.
“Okay, we need to get him upstairs and sober him up. It’s a good thing that Ma and Dad are out of town for the weekend.” Nash lifted Nolan off the floor.
“Hey, Nash. You’re such a wonderful brother.” Nolan raked his fingers over Nash’s face.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on, drunky. Let’s take care of you.” Nash started up the stairs with Nolan. Then the front door opened.
We stopped dead in our tracks.
“How would I know the hotel was a flea-bit motel?” Nate asked.
“Read the reviews!” Pat said.
“Ma
