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Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Lance Alvers, Joey Holmberg
Summary: After this thread, Lance breaks out the alcohol and self-pity. {warning: sexual situations}
Status: Complete
Private
Sitting splay-legged in front of the television, Lance took another swig from the bottle of gin he'd found under the sink, frowning as he tried to hear what the top-heavy blonde was saying. Her formerly sexy voice had faded away, sounding vague and tinny in his ears.
"Stupid fuckin' TV," he muttered, trying to push himself to his feet and failing miserably when the room decided to go for a spin. "Not even mad. Stupid power..."
Crawling forward a few feet, he found it, pushing random buttons until he could hear the TV again. Once that problem was solved, he lost interest, spying the phone lying on the counter.
Frowning again, he tried again to stand, managing it this time, and stumbled over, grabbing it.
"Asshole better be home," he slurred to himself, staring at the keypad for a minute before dialing what numbers he could remember.
Characters: Lance Alvers, Joey Holmberg
Summary: After this thread, Lance breaks out the alcohol and self-pity. {warning: sexual situations}
Status: Complete
Private
Sitting splay-legged in front of the television, Lance took another swig from the bottle of gin he'd found under the sink, frowning as he tried to hear what the top-heavy blonde was saying. Her formerly sexy voice had faded away, sounding vague and tinny in his ears.
"Stupid fuckin' TV," he muttered, trying to push himself to his feet and failing miserably when the room decided to go for a spin. "Not even mad. Stupid power..."
Crawling forward a few feet, he found it, pushing random buttons until he could hear the TV again. Once that problem was solved, he lost interest, spying the phone lying on the counter.
Frowning again, he tried again to stand, managing it this time, and stumbled over, grabbing it.
"Asshole better be home," he slurred to himself, staring at the keypad for a minute before dialing what numbers he could remember.