#needed an older brother who wasn't a cocky asshole like Dex lmfao like maybe he would've loosened up a little sooner in life if Dex was a

[thefallons]

getaway club | scotia, callum&bristol

Bristol Overgaard fiddled with the tie, high on his collar as he trekked further away from the lavish outdoor wedding reception than he guessed most of the guests of the night would. Drink in hand, he simply needed a moment away from the aristocratic company that the Vogel family kept, just a few moments of solitude, and then he would be alright to return to Sven’s side, armed with a polite smile and copious amounts of small talk.

As he rounded towards a large tree close to the lakeside, Bristol heard the laughter of two men who soon came into his line of vision. Scotia Fallon and Callum D’Angelo, both dressed to the nines as Bristol himself was, leaned against the tree, cups in hand, though nearly empty. When they noticed Bristol, they exchanged glances in a pause of amusement and then chuckled.

“Ah, we were wondering how long it would take you to wander off for your first time,” Scotia, a decade long veteran in the Vogel family, said, waving Bristol closer. “Come on, come on, you’re safe here, son,” He reached down to the half-empty bottle of wine nestled in the grass by his feet and unscrewed the top to pour a copious amount into Brisol’s cup as soon as the man approached. 

“I’m a little offended that you guys have a getaway club and didn’t invite me,” Bristol said slowly, taking in the scene unfolding before him. 

Callum, who had only a handful fewer years of experience with the family that brought them together, answered that time, “The club does not come to you, you come to the club. Just as I wandered one day into Scotia drinking wine straight out of the bottle in the woods during a family gathering, you too had to find us. It’s tradition.” There was a slight smirk on his lips as he clearly teased the youngest among them. 

“Okay,” Bristol chuckled, as he watched Scotia turn the bottle of wine towards Callum, who shook his head. Scotia only shrugged and added more to his own cup and Bristol’s smile grew a hair. “I guess that’s a fair initiation. Makes me feel a little better that I’m not the only one that low-key doesn’t wanna be at all the social engagements involved in being a well-standing Vogel.” 

“Oh, it is not low-key,” Callum snorted. “Like-” he turned to Scotia, “What did you do to convince Charlie to come to this?” 

Scotia smirked around the rim of his glass, “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, D’Angelo.” 

Callum put his hands up in surrender right away. Though Emma kept him just as much on his toes as he was sure Charlie kept Scotia, Callum was, by nature, significantly less vocal about it. And he was perfectly alright not knowing the details of his brother’s best friend’s sex life too. 

“What about you?” Scotia raised a brow, “How’d you get Emma to agree to come to this stuffy periodic wedding?” 

Callum sighed, “I signed a written and magically binding contract to do the dishes for the next month.” To which Scotia instantly sputtered out a laugh, “Wow, even wizardry doesn’t make you immune to hand wash only products huh?” 

“Nope.”

As interested as Bristol was in simply observing the dynamic which he had stumbled upon, he finally interjected into the conversation, “Wait, if Charlie and Emma didn’t even want to come to this why didn’t you two just bail with them? Why convince them to come here tonight in the first place?” 

Scotia and Callum exchanged glances once again, bemused as two people who had commiserated together for six years now. 

“Why?” Scotia laughed softly before taking a long sip of his drink, “For your man of course.” 

And Callum added easily, “Sven is too set in his shoes to say no to an invite like this but we all know he wants out.” 

Scotia put on a mocking grumpy old man voice for his next statement, “And in this house, we don’t abandon family.” He laughed and added, “Usually we draw straws to see who’s going to get belligerently drunk and require the rest of our doting attention to make it home safely. But with the way Charlie started as soon as we got here, I think our choice for tonight is clear.” 

Callum shrugged, “We keep hoping they’ll stop inviting us to these things and Sven by proxy but…” he clicked his teeth, “No such luck yet.” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Scotia said, reaching to clink his glass with Bristol’s, which had been held slack the entire time he stood before there, as he’d been too busy taking in what he’d apparently been missing out on for the last few months. “At least give our guy here a few more distant cousin weddings full of free fancy food and drinks before we get banned for life, yeah?” 

Callum just chuckled and shook his head, taking a sip of his own drink for the first time since Bristol had joined them. 

Still taken aback seeing the sheer seamless rapport between the two men, Bristol opened his mouth to comment on it all when none other than Sven himself appeared in their space. Looking confused and even a bit perplexed, Sven glanced between each of the three men leaning by the tree and asked, “What are all of you doing here?”

To which Scotia, who had clearly had more than one drink that evening, raised his glass slightly and quipped, “Hiding, darling.” 

Callum snickered and only made half an attempt to hide it behind his glass. 

Sven spared Callum a glance but pointed his priority to Scotia, “Well, Charles is out there making a fool of himself so I’d suggest that you-“ 

But before Sven could finish his thought, Scotia and Callum were already brushing past Sven quickly.

“Ah, the party’s started!” Scotia could be heard as he rushed by, with an addition of Callum saying, “If you want to stay in the club, Bristol, you’d best come along.” 

Now it was time for Sven and Bristol to exchange glances. Sven couldn’t help but wonder when his partner had become friends with those two- and eyeing the bottle of wine on the ground he wondered if they were being a bad influence on Bristol. Was there cause for him to intervene in whatever shenanigans his boyfriend was being wrapped into? He didn’t have too much time to think on it as Bristol merely shrugged at him and took off after the departed men.

“We’re doing this for you, babe! Come on!” was all he called back before disappearing around the bend.