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(Yeah.....there's, something that's gonna happen....it's between Huey and Dewey....nothing strong, just a heads up)

Dewey woke up around three in the afternoon. He groaned, his head aching from the blood loss. His throat sore and dry from the crying. He stood up, his legs shaky. Dewey held onto his bed for support. He sighed as he plopped on the bed, face down. The middle triplet turned on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He stated like that for a few minutes before he got out of bed and snuck out of his room to the restroom. He looked in the mirror and saw that his left cheek was covered with semi-dry blood. He turned on the faucet and cupped his hand under the running water. He took a drink of the water in his hand, before drying his hand on a towel. With that same towel, he cleaned off the blood on his cheek, being careful around the cut. He winced as he accidentally want over the open wound. Once the blood was cleaned off, Dewey stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were blood shot and baggy. His hair was messed up, and the cut on his cheek didn't make him feel any better about himself. He felt awful, and then he remembered something from the initiation the day before. The alcohol. Dewey's eyes looked around the room nervously, before giving into the idea. He knew that there must have been something in the manor with alcohol. The blue triplet left the bathroom and snuck down the hall, to the kitchen. Nothing. Of course. After a few more rooms, he found what he was looking for in his Uncle Scrooge's office in a drawer on his desk. Dewey ran back to his room, hoping he wasn't detected by anybody. Once in his room, he slammed the door and locked it. He went over to his bed and sat down, looking at the bottle he had found.

"Here goes nothing." He sighed, opening the bottle and taking a quick big gulp from it. His mouth burned at the taste, his eyes watering. His throat stung as he swallowed the whiskey. Dewey coughed and cleared his throat, the flavor being too strong for him. He took another sip, smaller than the first. This time swallowing it a bit easier. After a quarter of the bottle, Dewey began feeling dizzy. He took another swig from the bottle, falling back on his bed. Once the bottle was half way gone, Dewey heard a knock on his door. He sat up slowly and glared at his door.

"Dewey? Can I come in?" Huey asked. Dewey groaned and stood up, hiding the bottle under his bed.

"Come." Dewey hicupped softly. "In." Huey walked into his brother's room. "Hey. It's Huey." The middle triplet laughed softly, walking up to his brother and putting an arm around him.

"Hey, I just wanted to say that I was sorry.....I understand if you're going through a lot right now and I get it if you need your space. I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you need me." Huey stated. Dewey hummed softly, laughing again.

"Yeah, that's nice Hue." Dewey said softly with a small hiccup following after. Huey looked at his brother confused.

"Dewey? Are you o-" Huey was turned to look Dewey in the eye. Dewey stared into Huey's eyes, making the oldest triplet back away a bit from discomfort.

"You're an amazing brother Hue~" Dewey hicupped again. Huey turned away slightly.

"Thanks Dewey, but, really. Are you okay?"

"I'm, greeaat!" Dewey slured his words, a smile on his face.

"Dewford? What's that smell?" The red triplet backed away a bit, only to get pulled back towards Dewey. "Dewey, let me go."

"No." Huey looked around the room and then saw something under his brother's bed. He ripped away from Dewey, bending down to grab the whiskey from under the bed.

"What the hell is this!?" Huey yelled. Dewey laughed and sighed.

"Whiskey." Dewey answered. The red triplet teared up.

"D-Dewey you, drink?" He asked.

"Yeah." Dewey answered, laughing as he walked towards Huey and hugged him. "And I smoke." Huey pushed Dewey away, the middle triplet stumbling backwards.

"Dewey! How can you admit to that!?" He yelled.

"Cause, I trust you." Huey was taken aback by the words. "Hue~" Dewey stood back up and hugged Huey.

"G-Get off of me!" He yelled, blushing deeply. He pushed Dewey off again, but immediately hugged him again. Dewey looked at Huey with a smile. The red triplet looked away from his younger brother.

"Huey." Dewey wrapped his arms around his older brother's neck. Huey shoved Dewey away, backing up. "Hue~"

"Wh-what?"

"Let me kiss you." Huey gasped and sat down on Dewey's bed, backing away, only to fall off of the other side.

"Why do you want to kiss me?" Huey asked nervously, peeking up from the other side of the bed, now being face to face with his brother, who was lying down on his stomach on his bed.

"Just cause." Dewey said softly, his breath still smelling of alcohol. "Come on, what would we loose?" Huey adverted his eyes.

"But we're brothers, we can't....I should go."

"No!" Dewey whined. "Why should that stop us?" The blue triplet grabbed his brother's cheeks.

"Dewey, you're drunk. This is wrong on so many levels." Huey claimed.

"Please, just a small peck." Huey blushed lightly, his heart beat speeding up. He knew it was wrong to love his brother, and kissing him when he was drunk would make it worse.

"F-fine." The red triplet closed his eyes and packed Dewey's lips. He got up and ran out of the room, covering his beak in shock. "Wh-what have I done?"