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Who: T'Pol and Dean, closed.
What: Meditation and general hanging out with your brother's squeeze. He's sorry for outing you to that Trip guy. Not really... but maybe a little bit.
Where: Hallway and then the CES.
When: Probably early evening because that's when Dean started to get over his hangover. He's still a little sickly though.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Dean had left his room at quarter to five ready for something to keep his mind off of his old woes. He could barely remember the night before, just that there had been some stupid accusations and an equally stupid argument and now everything was settled. He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d managed to drop off a bushel of White Snake, Poison and Led Zeppelin CDs to Rex's door just that he had and when he'd gotten back to his room he'd collapsed on his floor he stayed there for several hours until his dizziness ebbed and he could get up and move around without thinking his knees were going to lock and shatter or fall out from under him. He managed to spend the night both fairly coherent and equally blissful and then spent a good portion of the next day bent over the toilet.
So, after getting cleaned up and moving into the hall he hung around the floor trying to think of something to do. Owen and Spock were still up in arms about him and Sam spending too much time together and he was pretty sure Howie was off busy being morally offended somewhere. Una was tied up with inmate crap and he was feeling guilt ridden for not visiting her in the infirmary, so he just hung out in the hall.
For about fifteen minutes it worked until he began to get antsy, dropping his red encircled eyes to the floor before shifting on his feet and tearing a hand across the back of his neck. He could go see if Rube would let him in on the dinner shift too but he didn't think he'd be able to work around food without getting sick again. With a jilted sigh and a tense jaw he let his back fall against the wall and he raised his head to the ceiling, his brows up as he acknowledged how stupid he must have looked.
What: Meditation and general hanging out with your brother's squeeze. He's sorry for outing you to that Trip guy. Not really... but maybe a little bit.
Where: Hallway and then the CES.
When: Probably early evening because that's when Dean started to get over his hangover. He's still a little sickly though.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Dean had left his room at quarter to five ready for something to keep his mind off of his old woes. He could barely remember the night before, just that there had been some stupid accusations and an equally stupid argument and now everything was settled. He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d managed to drop off a bushel of White Snake, Poison and Led Zeppelin CDs to Rex's door just that he had and when he'd gotten back to his room he'd collapsed on his floor he stayed there for several hours until his dizziness ebbed and he could get up and move around without thinking his knees were going to lock and shatter or fall out from under him. He managed to spend the night both fairly coherent and equally blissful and then spent a good portion of the next day bent over the toilet.
So, after getting cleaned up and moving into the hall he hung around the floor trying to think of something to do. Owen and Spock were still up in arms about him and Sam spending too much time together and he was pretty sure Howie was off busy being morally offended somewhere. Una was tied up with inmate crap and he was feeling guilt ridden for not visiting her in the infirmary, so he just hung out in the hall.
For about fifteen minutes it worked until he began to get antsy, dropping his red encircled eyes to the floor before shifting on his feet and tearing a hand across the back of his neck. He could go see if Rube would let him in on the dinner shift too but he didn't think he'd be able to work around food without getting sick again. With a jilted sigh and a tense jaw he let his back fall against the wall and he raised his head to the ceiling, his brows up as he acknowledged how stupid he must have looked.