Eric's apartment [Saturday morning]

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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.

Thus, the "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!" as he bolted upright and grabbed all of the covers.

[OOC: We think we're funny.]

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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.

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

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

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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.

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"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.

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"...You do that." Not moving the hat. Not, not, not. "I'll just...stay right here and never touch moonshine again as long as I live."

And also button his pants.

If Bo seemed a little less freaked out than he should be,

1. He was a damn fine liar.

2. The relationship between Bo, certain male family members, and various stages of nudity really was excessively homoerotic.

3. Not that he would describe it using those words. He'd know excessive and part of the other one, but you'd still have to sit him down with a book and a chart and then back far enough away that he couldn't punch you in the face once he figured out what you were saying about him and his cousins.

4. He had a cowboy hat to cling to. You can make it through a lot of situations with just a cowboy hat and a prayer.

5. He was still working on the prayer. Right now it mostly consisted of Dear Heavenly Father, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

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"I don't remember Thor showing back up," Erik muttered to himself, searching for pants that weren't black leather (where the hell was he?), "but I haven't been this blackout drunk since New Mexico."

Maybe his prescription needed to be updated?

"Probably a good idea, ehrm, ...you."

Smooth.

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Good luck on the pants, Erik. Well, there might be some spandex and some denim, but good luck on any of those fitting. Even Mitchell's leftovers, because seriously have you seen that guy's skinny jeans?

"Bo. Duke." Uncle Jesse raised him right, pants or no pants. "I'd offer to shake your hand but I'm still workin' on the staying right here thing."

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Maybe he could just go out pantsless? It wouldn't be the first time, and as long as he didn't end up on national news, it would probably be okay, right?

"I'm Dr. Erik Selvig," he said, "and I think we can skip the handshake."

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Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for at least making sure if worst comes to worst I probably didn't catch anything if this fella's a doctor?

It lacked a certain something as fervent prayers went, and would probably get him kicked out of the First Rock Baptist Church of Hazzard County.

"Pleased to, uh... You know, maybe I lied about never touching moonshine again. You come across any while you've been lookin' for pants and Betty Lou?"

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"Will Southern Comfort work?" Erik offered, holding out a bottle (and still no pants. Sorry, Bo). "Or something called True Blood--never mind, that looks..."

Shudder.

"...like a bad idea."

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"It's no Betty Lou, but it'll do in a pinch."

Bo. No.

You moved the hat.

YOU MOVED THE HAT.

In his defense, he had to move the hat to get the whiskey, but still. HE MOVED THE HAT.

"You didn't want any of that, right?" he said after downing not quite enough to wipe away the memory of the pants Erik still hadn't found.

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"I really shouldn't," Erik said, wincing again before going back to his futile search for pants.

He was going to end up in spandex.

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"Yeah, I probably shouldn't neither." And yet. Glug.

"You find any waitresses yet?" Because the hat was firmly back in place, thank you. He could glug perfectly well from beneath it.

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"I think she left early."

Denial: party of two?

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Best party ever; so spaketh both Bo and the SoCo.

Actually the SoCo mostly just said glug. Then again at this point so did Bo, but he did manage to get in a "You run into her later, tell her I said hi," between gulps.

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The morning was weird enough already without the SoCo starting to talk. "I sure will," Erik said, tugging on a pair of stretchy pants that might have been made for men (or not). "Redhead, right?"

Never mixing alcohol and meds again. Never.