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.]

Comments

[nookiepowered]

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."

[nookiepowered]

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."

[nookiepowered]

"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.

[nookiepowered]

"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?

[nookiepowered]

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.