Dated Feb. 25th

[aintthatbad]

He wakes up much, much too early, with his key and his dog tags imprinted on his cheek. He knows it's too early because the sun is shining, and given his hangover Skinny might need another couple of years to sleep this off. Hell, who knows, he might still be a little drunk: he certainly doesn't remember passing out... well, wherever he is. (

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[thewordofweb]

Morning comes far too soon and the sounds and the shapes of it would be normal if not for Skinny Sisk pounding away on my door and trying to disturb my beauty sleep. My arms have been draped possessively around Joe's waist from behind and for a moment, I bury my head against his back, unwilling to move.

I'm not hungover, but my body is sore and aches in places I didn't think possible. As I slowly get up and dress, I try not to disturb the bed too severely, trying to keep it so that Joe isn't pushed around. Stumbling, I get to the door in my rumpled t-shirt and boxers and draw it open wearily, glancing tiredly at Skinny.

"What's so important that you had to interrupt my lie-in?" I ask, rubbing at my eyes.

[soldier_singled]

"And mine, you asshole."

Joe sits up, hair standing mostly on one end, sheets pooled around his waist. He rubbed at his neck, marked up by Web's lips without the barest hint of self-conciousness.

He fixes Skinny with a very definite good.

"This better be good."

[aintthatbad]

He leans in the doorway, hanging off the jamb and grinning like maniac. "God's own truth, it is! Get up, get some damn clothes on. Wear your shoes, we gotta hike!"

[thewordofweb]

Wearily, I glance over my shoulder at Joe and how inviting he looks and how many other things we could be doing. "Are we actually going to indulge him in this?" I ask, not moving an inch just yet.