MCA #4 - Saturday Late Morning

Jul 17, 2010 13:52

Rose didn't want to open her eyes. Darkness was good. Darkness didn't hurt like she had the sneaking suspicion the light was going to. But she was really, really uncomfortable with what felt like a bar digging into her ass, and as much as she didn't want to, moving seemed to be the only way she'd fall back asleep.

She blearily blinked, uncertain where she was for a few seconds until the familiar bright pink of Dimitri's living room pinged her consciousness. She was wedged between Dimitri and the back of the couch, and Rose had to yank her arm from under his snoring body to be able to rub her eyes. Why she didn't use the hand resting on his chest was a different story entirely. Possibly there was still too much vodka in her system.

Another moment passed, and she realised the snoring came from the floor. She peered over Dimitri to see Ivan curled up under the coffee table, still clutching a bottle of vodka to his chest. Right. Ivan and Dimitri and vodka shots and - Rose put her head back down on Dimitri's shoulder. As much as she wanted a shower - or a bed - moving was far too difficult right now. She closed her eyes again, hoping the darkness would come back along with sleep.

[For the amazingly hot boys and the one boy's roommate if she likes.]

dream them

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