Room 310, Saturday Late Morning
It was rough enough to start the day coated in pink sparkly lotion that was causing mats in his chest hair while the freaking silk sheets made him slide off the bed and hit his ass on the floor. Toby muttered to himself while he dressed, bitching about the mess and weird room and wondering why the hell it smelled like a beach indoors. Everything around him defied logic.
And then he found his jacket.
"What in the hell is going on here?" Toby growled, throwing his suit jacket against the arm of a chair. "Who put lotion, no I'm sorry, sparkling whore grease ALL OVER MY DAMN JACKET?"
He grabbed a rubber ball off the desk and flung it at the wall, the velocity sending it careening back at him. "GINGER!"
[Establishy West Wing Toby!]
And then he found his jacket.
"What in the hell is going on here?" Toby growled, throwing his suit jacket against the arm of a chair. "Who put lotion, no I'm sorry, sparkling whore grease ALL OVER MY DAMN JACKET?"
He grabbed a rubber ball off the desk and flung it at the wall, the velocity sending it careening back at him. "GINGER!"
[Establishy West Wing Toby!]