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.

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

[OOC: We think we're funny.]

Comments

[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.

[texted3times]

"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.

[texted3times]

"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.

[texted3times]

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.