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]

"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.