Eric's apartment [Saturday morning]

[texted3times]

Last night, Eric and Bo'd had a few hours of, ahem, strenuous activity and had crashed in Eric's bed oh so prettily.

However.

However, today Eric woke up as Erik. Selvig.

Pros: ability to be awake during the day without bleeding from the eyes and ears!

Cons: no idea what he was doing here, in bed with Bo. Well, a Bo. Also, no pants

Comments

[nookiepowered]

Pro: Bo was wearing pants. No shirt, and the pants weren't entirely street-legal in their current state of on-ness, but they did exist.

Neutral: Also, a cowboy hat.

Con: Bo was short for Beauregard.

Pro...ish?: Bo could be a liiiittle slow on the uptake in the morning.

"...Betty Lou?"

In Bo's defense, he did have a cowboy hat resting on his face.

[texted3times]

"...did I tell you my name was Betty Lou?"

Let's face it, weirder things have happened in his life.

[nookiepowered]

Betty Lou McCoy could spontaneously develop laryngitis. Bo could believe that if he tried really hard and didn't move the hat. If it had just been the scream.

Betty Lou McCoy could not spontaneously develop a whatever-that-was accent.

"Lord, I hope not." Still not moving the hat. NOT. MOVING. THE. HAT. "You seen a little redhead in half a waitress uniform, 'bout yeah high?" Bo held out his hand somewhere off the side of the bed. The side away from the voice.

[texted3times]

"No, but I'd be happy to look around?" Erik offered. A little redheaded waitress would make this a thousand times less awkward.

"And I'll also look for my pants."

Thanks.