West had done it this time. His partner had allowed him to go out with Rowdy, as long as he didn't get drunk as a skunk. He had promised to behave himself. Well here he was stumblin' like a newborn calf as he climbed up the porch. Praying that his partner was asleep. He didn't feel like getting bitched out at the moment. Oh, they would most definitely preach his funeral for this. He'd definitely have to make it up to them.

Rowdy and him had gotten a little carried away at the local bar. Well, not really West as much as Rowdy. That bastard had encouraged him, passing a drink to West every time he finished one. West felt like a shaken pop bottle, all dizzy and disoriented.

It was a cool summer night, the wind was blowing his curly red hair around as he fumbled with the doorknob to only discover it was locked. "Fuck," he mumbled. His partner must've been really pissed to lock him out. He peered around the two story farm house that used to belong to his grandpa. Too bad he didn't have a set of keys on him. He practically fell off the porch, trying to get a better look and see if the bedroom light was on. It wasn't. His partner was probably asleep in some tiny little nightgown. Fuck you, Rowdy. West knew he wouldn't be getting fucked tonight. Not with him three sheets to the wind. Hell, maybe not even a cuddle. "Shit," he grumbled.

In his drunken stupor, West decided the only way to get in the house was to climb up a tree that was fairly close to his and his partner's bedroom window. That apparently, was harder than it seemed when you weighed well over two hundred pounds and was tall as fuck. The rough bark scraped and attacked his rough skin. "Dumbass tree." It was a struggle, but he had managed to get his big ass up to the branch he needed. He was too damn big to be getting up in the air like this. The weight of him caused the scrawny limb to wobble. Fucking window better be unlocked. There were only two options that West could see that involved him getting out of this tree. One was to fall, and you know what they say 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'. Two, he could just stay up here all night. That was a big no, especially when he could be in a warm bed with his partner.

He leaned out over the flimsy branch. His stomach doing summer salts at the nauseating thought of biting the hard earth. At least if he fell, his partner wouldn't be mad at him anymore, he hoped not anyways. Knowing them though they would still give him a tongue lashin', even with a broken neck.

His hands were slick as he fought to pry the window open. West cringed as it squealed with reluctance. Sighing with relief once it was all the way open. He could only hope he hadn't woken them up. He wiggled through the window, tumbling down into the floor with a thud. When he finally got his wits about him he glanced up, only to come nose to nose with a cool piece of metal. His partner had West's own shotgun pointed right at him.

He nearly pissed himself. "Baby! Baby! Wait! Wait! It's me, West!" He quickly threw his hands up in surrender. Turns out he had made a lot more noise than he thought. "Put the gun down, baby." He wasn't sure if they had loaded it, or if they could even shoot a gun, but he wasn't really eager to find out.