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[freeconnecticut]

Yawn~! Stretch. Scratch balls. These three actions were performed as Spike wanders into the kitchen, wearing nothing more than a pair of hastily pulled on black boxers.

God, morning's sucked. At least his hair was growing back.

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[baked_delights]

...Well, if that wasn't the nicest thing he'd seen all day. Steev sweatdropped at the sight of the freelancer padding into the kitchen, and took a sip of his coffee. He'd probably need some vodka, too.

[freeconnecticut]

Hey, Vodka! That was what Spike had in mind too! In fact, first thing he did was pull a bottle of the wonderful, alcoholic beverage from the fridge. And knock back several huge gulps straight from the bottle. Ah, that felt damned good.

[baked_delights]

Steev continued to stare at the other male, blinking a couple times. Well, there went his plan for liquor. He wasn't too fond of drinking after others, unless they were Armand. They pretty much shared the same mouth anyways.

[freeconnecticut]

Spike could fix that. >_> Once he's woken up enough to realize that Steev's actually there.

Oh, there he goes. "Um... morning." He glanced at the bottle in his hand and held it out. "Wanna drink?"