Wandering through the throng of people, Versace was pursing his lips as he tried to spot any or both of his triplets. He couldn't see over many peoples shoulders so he leaped onto a log, peering over the heads of the people that were still hanging around, and eventually saw Lex by one of the smaller fires. Keeping that direction in his head, the faerie dropped down and jogged over, a smile spreading on his expression the closer he got. He danced up behind Lex, covering the others eyes with his hands. "Guess who?"
Lex let out a high pitched scream as someone covered his eyes, still shaky from being so close to Mikus all night. "N-No! Get off me! P-Please!"
The sound of Lex's screams was enough to catch Tripp's attention and he pulled away from Remi to see what was going on. "What the fuck," he shouted as he ran over and shoved Versace back from Lex. "Don't fucking scare him what the fuck's wrong with you?"
When Tripp shoved the intruder off of him, he turned around and saw that it was his brother, causing him to blush in embarrassment. "Oh, hi, Versace!" He tried to greet, but Tripp was already shouting at him. "I-It's okay, T-Tripp. I w-was just startled," He pleaded, attempting to cool down the argument before it began.
Considering Versace's tendency to play childish games with either of his brothers (although Tripp was an unwilling and mostly unknowing participant), he didn't expect Lex to be so frightened. As soon as he felt the boy go rigid rather than lax, he removed his hands, sadness instantly evident on his expression. "Hey, shh--" He didn't get another word of consoling out before Tripp was there, causing an irritation to spike under Versace's skin as he heaved a sigh and stared sideways at his younger brother. "Nothing is wrong with me but clearly there's something wrong with you. Why do you smell so badly like alcohol?"
"You fucking scared him there's clearly something wrong with you," Tripp snapped at him before he stepped back, glaring at Versace. "And what the fuck does it matter? I'm not a little kid so don't act like I've done something wrong."
"It doesn't happen so I didn't consider it being a result this time. That doesn't mean that something is wrong with me, Tripp." Rolling his eyes, Versace reached out for Lex, taking his hand gently and lacing their fingers together to show he was still calm and this wasn't going to blow up into a massive argument -- hopefully. "When you drink this much it means there's something wrong and looking out for you two is something I do; that's the angle I was coming from."
Tripp immediately stepped back in response to the truth in Versace's tone. He knew that he'd drunk too much for one reason and one reason only, but he was hoping that he could've escaped having to confront the situation head on here. "Piss off, Versace," Tripp snapped at him. "I don't need you fucking analysing me telling me something's wrong. Stop acting like you know me, when you don't know shit. And stop scaring Lex. Your stupid pranks aren't funny, asshole."
Lex blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. This wasn't the time for him to start blubbering like a baby. The second he did, he knew the two of them would rush to his side as if he was a fragile little child. Still, the venom in Tripp's tone hurt. He couldn't take it when it seemed like he hated Versace. "T-Tripp, I-I'm fine," He whimpered, squeezing Versace's hand tightly without even thinking about it.
Versace couldn't suppress another eyeroll at Tripp's venomous words. "Right, because I've been around you for over 200 years and know nothing, even though I've made it my personal mission to know you two like the back of my hands so I can protect you properly. Got it. Wow, Tripp, you're so smart. How have I been so blinded this whole time and not realized I'm filling my head with lies?" Clenching his jaw after he finished speaking, he took a step closer to the smaller triplet, taking a quick glance at Lex and frowning at the sight of his glossy eyes. He squeezed the boys hand in response and tugged him closer, his voice dropping low. "Don't cry. He's just being... Tripp. He'll be over it in the morning."
The only thing that stopped Tripp from full-on raging at his brother was Lex's reactions. He stilled for a moment, swallowing up the venomous words that he wanted to spit out before he looked at Lex. "I'm sorry, little duck," he said quietly, forcing himself to ignore Versace's sarcastic response, at least for the moment. "I'm not trying to upset you, but our brother here is such a fucking asshole that I can't be around him without wanting to punch him in the face."
"I-I'm not crying," Lex protested with a weak voice, but it was clear he was nearly there by the way his eyes continued to fill up. He couldn't resist cuddling in to Versace's side for comfort as he watched the argument with a sad expression. Relief filled him when it seemed like Tripp was going to let it go, but it quickly diminished as he said more horrible things about Versace. "Stop!" He cried out before he could stop himself, his voice stronger than before. "Just stop! I was just startled, because someone who scared me was here tonight. It wasn't Versace's fault, because he didn't know. You don't have to keep arguing about it. W-We're in public a-and your boyfriend is right there," He pointed at Remi, who was still hovering behind them, alarm clear on his face. "I-I w-wanted to t-tell you two about m-my letter," He finished off, his strength vanishing as quickly as it came.
Looking at Tripp, all Versace felt was disappointment. "Why do you insist on being such a hate-filled person? Because I love you, because I care, because I've spent my entire lifetime looking out for you two? What about that is not good enough for you and made you turn into this? I can't see the logic behind it." There was no time to add more before Lex snapped, causing Versace to look across in alarm. His eyes were wide as he listened, not removing his grip from Lex's hand but instead allowing him to curl in closer. He leaned across to press a kiss to the boys temple. "What about your letter, Lexie?"
There was so much that Tripp wanted to say in response to Versace but it all died in his throat when Lex snapped at them. It was rare that their youngest brother would successfully stop their arguments but in this moment, Tripp fell silent. He glanced back at Remi, a semi-apologetic look on his face before he immediately turned back to his siblings. "What about your letter, Lex?" he asked slowly, choosing to focus all of his attention on him instead of giving Versace any more of his time.
When all the attention turned to him, Lex suddenly wish he never spoke up. "W-Well, I-I didn't write one," He admitted, shame written all over his face, "I w-was going to, but I'm not that good at w-writing, so I th-thought I'd just tell you what I wanted to write." Pulling away from Versace, he looked between both of them and inhaled shakily. "I-I wa-wanted to thank you for being the best brothers anyone co-could ever have. Y-You're always there for me even when I shouldn't need you, but that-that doesn't stop you. I d-don't know what I-I'd do without you and I-I never want to find out, because I-I love you...b-both of you. I-I wish you'd f-feel the same about each other..." He trailed off, averting his gaze to his hands as he busied himself with tugging nervously on his tee-shirt.
Hearing Lex speak broke Versace's strong composure and he shoulders fell. He turned his body fully towards his youngest brother, untying their hands to reach out and wrap his arms around the boys shoulders. "We love you too, Lex. You're everything." He didn't comment on the last thing, instead looking over at Tripp with narrow eyes. Extending one arm, he grabbed the drunk faes shirt and tugged him closer, trying to force him to hug Lex from the other side.
"You're the best brother we could ever have," Tripp added on softly before he found himself being tugged forward. He glared at Versace for the action but ignored it as he slipped his arms around Lex, cuddling up against him. "We're lucky to have you, little duck."
Sighing, Lex accepted the hug from both sides, but he didn't feel better. The mutual glaring didn't go unnoticed. "Thanks," He whispered in response, just wishing they could go home. The party wasn't fun anymore now that they were mad at each other.
Ignoring Tripp was hard on a good day but it was even harder now, trying to block out all the anger when it was all he could sense radiating from the other. Leaning back so he could look down at Lex, Versace tilted his head to the side and offered a smile. "Did you want to stay here longer or did you want to go home? A little puppy might be missing you." ((casually pretending he got the puppy sunday morning))
Tripp slowly pulled away after a moment and he looked back at his boyfriend before his gaze shifted to Lex. "Um...should I go tell Remi to piss off?" he asked Lex softly, still not looking at Versace. "And we just go have Lex night or?"
Lex shook his head before he even gave himself time to think about it. 'Lex Night' would probably feel more like 'torture night' with the way the other two were ignoring each other. "No, that's okay," He said with a half-smile. "You should spend more time with him." Lex wasn't sure if he meant that. Seeing Tripp with a boyfriend just felt weird...like the other boy was out of place in their little trio, but he didn't really want to deal with Versace and Tripp arguing anymore that night.