[delirium]
Freddy was tired.
Buzzed, had sore feet and was tired. The Ball had turned out to be a lot more fun than he would have given a Ball credit for. The boooze was great, there had been more leg and cleavage than he'd known what to do with, and it'd been nice to see Jane so happy and in her element.
But he was tired. So after he'd changed from the black and red suit he'd pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, and sat down on a couch in the rec-room thinking he'd read a Silver Surfer comic he'd been given from the bookshelf. But rather than reading about the adventures of Norrin Radd, he soon zonked out and was very much asleep
Buzzed, had sore feet and was tired. The Ball had turned out to be a lot more fun than he would have given a Ball credit for. The boooze was great, there had been more leg and cleavage than he'd known what to do with, and it'd been nice to see Jane so happy and in her element.
But he was tired. So after he'd changed from the black and red suit he'd pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, and sat down on a couch in the rec-room thinking he'd read a Silver Surfer comic he'd been given from the bookshelf. But rather than reading about the adventures of Norrin Radd, he soon zonked out and was very much asleep