MORNING AFTER MEME!

[sylladex]

MORNING AFTER MEME

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/also no apologises... 'cept to a raging WTF!Dean rn?

[needtoknowonly]

[he's stirring, Eliot. Prepare to have your sleep disturbed by loud cussing as Dean wears off that good drink - hey, it's been a while! - and realises who he went home with...]

Did the two go from killing one another to getting drunk together to sleeping together? XD

[distinctive_guy]

[The movement startled Eliot awake as well, and like Dean, he wasn't pleased to find who his bed partner was. Similar cussing echoed in the room followed by a groan caused by his hangover.]

This gotta be the worst mornin' of my life.

lol if you want? strange things can spring from animosity XD;

[needtoknowonly]

Speak fer yourself. [no hangover, ha! Dean snorts a bit as he hogs the sheets on his side. Not for modesty's sake, because apparently... that's no issue anymore. Ugh] Jeez... time's like this I wish I had coffee in this place...

No kidding. Well, they were at it pretty hard. XDD

[distinctive_guy]

[Eliot growled and snatched back some of the sheets, more because he didn't exactly want to be left out in the cold. And with a hangover.]

Dunno 'bout you, I don't make it a habit of wakin' up with a guy in bed.

[Even the thought, never mind the evidence laying across from him, made him wince.]

lol this is true >D

[needtoknowonly]

[not surrendering them without a fight - as per usual - Dean gives a sharp yank on his end] My bed, man - ease up! [he's too tired right now - a stranger to sleep, so it means he's grumpier than usual]

[distinctive_guy]

An' that makes it better. [Sarcasm was followed by another yank and a narrow eyed glare. Then Eliot just gives up, the man can have his covers. He needs to find his clothes and leave...

Except they're nowhere in sight.]

Where're my clothes?

[needtoknowonly]

Fuck if I know -- look. [he scowls] Jus' leave real quiet-like and they won't shoot you on sight. [most of the guys here were jittery around strangers as it was. What had he been thinking with this? Fuck -]

[distinctive_guy]

[Which earns Dean a real top quality scowl. Not that Eliot wants to broadcast what happened last night anyway.]

Fine. But I ain't walkin' out there without my clothes.

[needtoknowonly]

[he's sure whoever was on watch would have stories for the morning round-up.. but it doesn't bother him any. He shrugs, nodding at the floor] Found your shirt.

[distinctive_guy]

[He's across the room looking, and seeing the item in Dean's hand, he waves haves his own.]

[needtoknowonly]

Damn straight. [glares at him as he reliquishes the shirt]

[distinctive_guy]

Glad we're clear. [He shrugs the garment on quickly. He's glad at least his pants are on.]

Which way's the back door? [Or he could go exploring. He probably won't get caught but it won't exactly be expedient.]

[needtoknowonly]

Same way we came in last night. [emphasising it to make him squirm? Hm, maybe]

[distinctive_guy]

[Earning Dean an 'I'm gonna kill you' glare.] I'll see myself out.