Iron

The day after Alec turned twenty, he found himself stumbling behind Jason with one of the biggest hangovers he'd ever had. Christ, no wonder his mom never got drunk. Yanno, besides the whole, lowered motor-skills and everything.

"Goddamnit, Jace, slow the fuck down, would'ja? My head is killing me."

"Shouldn't've drunken so much last night." Jason was unapologetic, and Alec gritted his teeth. Now he knew how his mom's friends felt when they were hungover; he should probably be counting his blessings that Jason wasn't shouting. "We're almost there, anyway."

"This present sucks. You're the worst best friend ever. See if I give you a blow-job again." Grousing, Alec opened his water bottle with his teeth, taking a generous sip. Hangovers are essentially extreme dehydration--damnit, Mom, stop talking in my head. Ignore the illogic of that; he's hungover and his best friend's a jerk. "You're a jerk."

"And you're a bitch," Jason responded absently, squinting at the motel numbers. And, hey, Alec recognised this place. They stayed here like three nights ago, after dealing with that haunting two towns over.

"There was a really hot guy here, right? Man, he was sex on legs; dude, can you imagine what he'd look like hit with a gender-swap spell? God, he'd make a smokin' chick."

"Alec..." Jason trailed off, thinking about it. "Okay, you're right, but we're not here to deal with a spell gone wrong. Just--come on." Giving Alec an exasperated look--the same look Jace has been giving him most of their lives--Jason rolled his eyes and grabbed at Alec, pulling him along.

Squinting again, Jason double checked one of the room numbers with a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "Okay, this is it."

"What's what? Didja hire me a hooker? Hookers've got cooties," Alec giggled, wondering if he could be drunk and hungover at the same time. His mom never told him that one. Then again, his mother never really got drunk.

"God, no, Alec. Jesus. This is our room; my mom arranged for it. They left on a hunt this morning and wanted me to make sure you were dealt with."

"Man my mom's a jerk. Eh, whatever. I wonder if Captain Hot Pants is still here. Hey, Jace, fetch me Captain Hot Pants, for I wish to fuck his brains out!" Pointing triumphantly at the ceiling, Alec collapses onto Jason in a fit of giggles.

"Give me that." Snatching Alec's water--mean--Jason takes a sip and promptly spits it back out. "Alec, this is gin!"

"Huh. Really?" Stealing it back for a taste-test, Alec has to agree. "Yep. Gin. Too bad it's not whiskey. I love whiskey." Taking another sip, Alec thinks about it. "Damn, this probably isn't helping my hangover."

"Y'think?" Jason fumbles with the lock, cursing lowly under his breath. "Goddamn it, the key doesn't work."

"That's because that's my room."

Alec spins around on the guy that snuck up on them--and he may be drunk and hungover off his ass, but he's still a hunter, damnit!--ready to pull his gun when he realises who it is. "Heeeeey, Captain Hot Pants!"

Jason facepalms. "Sorry about my friend; he's really drunk," he apologises, grabbing Alec's arm. "Come on, Alec, let's leave the nice man alone."

"I want waffles."

"You're deranged."

"Your jew-fro is sticking up."

"Don't call it that."

"Hey." Captain Hot Pants interrupted them sharply, waving a hand in Alec's face; he felt his eyes cross and whoa, now there were two Captain Hot Pants. Wicked.

Alec realised the guy's talking to him when Jason elbowed him. "What?"

"Pay attention, damnit," Jason hissed, so Alec did his best to sober up and pay attention.

"What did he call you?" Now that's not fair, the guy's talking to him like he's retarded. Alec's not retarded; he's just hungover. And drunk. All in all, he's doing pretty damn good by standing on his own two feet. Except he's actually leaning against Jason. And the wall.

"I'm using this wall to support my coolness," he announced proudly. Rewinding the last few moments of dialog, he added, "Oh, and he called me deranged, Alec, and drunk. All of which are true. What's your name, Captain Hot Pants." And dear god, he did not just say that out loud. "Jason, gag me, please, before I embarrass myself any further."

Obligingly, Jason slapped a hand over his mouth. "Sorry; we had a party last night."

"Not a problem." Captain Hot Pants is laughing, and Alec relaxes just a little bit more cause Captain Hot Pants is, yanno, hot and all, but all in all Alec feels a lot better when he's not reaching for his gun.

"Damn, but you seriously remind me of my boy." Captain Hot Pants has this silly grin on his face, and before Alec can embarrass himself even more, the door they've been congregating in front of opens and this sexy rumpled blonde sticks his head out, glaring at them.

"For fuckin' hell, Vincent, it's eight in the good goddamn morning." And, wow, Sexy Blonde has a Sexy Growl. And his green eyes are positively flashing; Captain Hot Pants is going to have an awesome morning.

"Sure, Alec-baby," Captain Hot Pants purred. Wait--

"What?" Alec asked stupidly, shoving Jason's hand away from his mouth. "Alec?"

"Yeah?" Sexy Blonde responds, giving him a nasty look. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Alec."

"What."

"No, I'm Alec. Alec O'Connell. It's who the fuck I am. Besides massively hungover and drunk. Jason, where's my water bottle?"

"In your hand." Looking down, Alec realised that Jason was right and took a drink.

"Ahah. In any case, Mr. Sexy Blonde--" Oh, the look on that boy's face is priceless "--I should be asking you who the fuck you are. And who Captain Hot Pants is."

"Captain--Vincent, what the fuck? No, never mind, I don't care. You fuck them, use a damn condemn." And with that, Sexy Blonde shut the door on them.

"Wow. Sexy Blonde is sexy. You should go in and blow him or something. Jace, I'm tired. Find our room." Going limp, Alec forced Jason to apologize to Captain Hot Pants and cart him off, looking for their room with squinted brown eyes.

"What happened to your glasses?" he mumbled, relinquishing his bottle without much of a struggle.

"Ben broke them last night. He said he'd get me another pair." Alec helped Jason--sorta--get his shoes off, curling under the covers.

"Ben's a douche," he said seriously, scooting far enough over so Jason can lay down. One room motel room; like they haven't been sharing since they were three anyway.

Jason lies down next to him, frizzy brown hair everywhere and freckles sharp across his nose, and Alec hugs him close before passing out. When he dreams of red eyes and of a girl who can't die, he remembers enough to be able to grill Jason later. Because if Jason's dream-sharing again, Alec's gonna need to be a lot more drunk.

AN: Written 08.07.07
Oh I know the language is redundant and the plot idiotic, but I realised earlier today that NaCl/Iron Alec is roughly the same age as EwB Alec, so I clearly had to do something about that. And where Alec goes, Jason (NaCl/Iron) or Vincent (EwB) has to follow.

Jason is Carey and Shawn's boy. He's a year or so older than Alec, needs glasses, and has a jew-fro and freckles, all of which Alec teases him for. They are very good friends who, yes, have given each-other blowjobs before. They tight, yo.

Alec is, of course, Liz's son. Dirty blonde, hazel eyed, and just as odd as his mother. O'Connell would drive Tylan nuts.

And, yes, he would totally do both of them. O'Connell's not too picky.

In case you don't know, I'm tired. YAY.