I just do not think it's fair anymore.

[arobinhoodtype]

I don't. I do not. Will not, have not, was not... Hold on, that one didn't apply there. Whoops.

Anyway.

It's not fair. I think I'm a good guy, and I think certain people who I'm livin' with should give that some notice. 'Cause I can get notice elsewhere. Oh, can I. I could get plenty more if I had the nerve to go do that kinda thing. Gettin' laid

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[daughterof_evil]

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just...I dropped my keys, so you mind grabbin' those for me?"

"Sure."

I made sure that he wasn't going to fall over in the two seconds it would take me to pick up his keys, and then found them a few feet away from where he was pointing, snatched them up, and set them down on the table. Shane doesn't need them right now anyway, I'm not letting him out of the house until he's finished with his hangover.

He's lucky that I don't have a lot of things on the agenda for tomorrow. I can get up, make him coffee, and be ready with aspirin and moral support as soon as he needs it. It'll be my way of repaying him for all of the times that I've come home like this.

That one particular incident where I started pouncing Roomie and telling him to 'make love' to me comes to mind as something I definitely owe him for, but thankfully he's not like that so this should be cake.

As long as we can make it into his bedroom and get him in bed without any issues, it'll be fine.

"... I like you."

"I like you too."

I want to know what it is about being drunk that makes everyone love one another. Rachel was like this last week. She said that she loved me so much that I couldn't possibly understand, that I was the most 'exquisitely wonderful' friend ever, and that if she was gay and not waiting for marriage, we'd have something hot.

Then there was a lot of giggling. Mostly from her. A little from me too though, because that was not like Rachel...

...

He doesn't mean it in the friend way, does he?