[Thread] Speed and Henry, doing guy stuff. No, really.
Who: Speed (
go_speedle_go) and Henry (
h_townshend)
What: Male bonding ritual -- beer, pizza and explodey movies >D
When: Noon to ? on Monday
Where: Room 904
Rating: R for language, cause Henry's hungover and feeling like shit XD
"If I ever even so much as see another fucking strawberry, it'll be too goddamn soon."
Crowley had, as expected, taken his leave of room 904 as the time for bad movies drew near. Henry certainly wouldn't have minded if the demon had stuck around to hang out with Speed and himself, but him leaving was just as well. He didn't need to hear for the umpteenth time about how poor his taste in movies was.
He liked art movies, dammit! He was an indy movie geek!
He just...happened to like the occasional guy movie too, now and then. Was that such a crime?
Nagging from the demon was best left for later, especially considering Henry's current condition. He couldn't, for the life of him, remember what had happened last night. He remembered the everclear strawberries, sure, but had he really gotten so trashed off of them as to spend the entire morning throwing up in the bathroom? That must've been a hell of a lot of strawberries....
The man eventually made it downstairs to get the pizza and beer, although it took a lot of effort and a lot longer than he'd hoped it would. Feeling slightly sick again by the time he made it back up to 904, Henry sat the food and beer on the table and then sacked out on the couch with a spare pair of Crowley's sunglasses on, an icepack on his head, and an open bottle of Pepto Bismol in his hand, held like a water bottle. He kicked his shoes off so that he was just in a plain white t-shirt, ratty blue jeans, and white socks. It didn't even matter that the numbers carved into the back of his neck were visible above the neckline of the t-shirt. He didn't care.
And there he sat, a ragged, unshaven, hungover spot in the middle of the otherwise immaculate, stylish white interior of the room, waiting for his guest and chugging Pepto.
go_speedle_go) and Henry (
h_townshend)
What: Male bonding ritual -- beer, pizza and explodey movies >D
When: Noon to ? on Monday
Where: Room 904
Rating: R for language, cause Henry's hungover and feeling like shit XD
"If I ever even so much as see another fucking strawberry, it'll be too goddamn soon."
Crowley had, as expected, taken his leave of room 904 as the time for bad movies drew near. Henry certainly wouldn't have minded if the demon had stuck around to hang out with Speed and himself, but him leaving was just as well. He didn't need to hear for the umpteenth time about how poor his taste in movies was.
He liked art movies, dammit! He was an indy movie geek!
He just...happened to like the occasional guy movie too, now and then. Was that such a crime?
Nagging from the demon was best left for later, especially considering Henry's current condition. He couldn't, for the life of him, remember what had happened last night. He remembered the everclear strawberries, sure, but had he really gotten so trashed off of them as to spend the entire morning throwing up in the bathroom? That must've been a hell of a lot of strawberries....
The man eventually made it downstairs to get the pizza and beer, although it took a lot of effort and a lot longer than he'd hoped it would. Feeling slightly sick again by the time he made it back up to 904, Henry sat the food and beer on the table and then sacked out on the couch with a spare pair of Crowley's sunglasses on, an icepack on his head, and an open bottle of Pepto Bismol in his hand, held like a water bottle. He kicked his shoes off so that he was just in a plain white t-shirt, ratty blue jeans, and white socks. It didn't even matter that the numbers carved into the back of his neck were visible above the neckline of the t-shirt. He didn't care.
And there he sat, a ragged, unshaven, hungover spot in the middle of the otherwise immaculate, stylish white interior of the room, waiting for his guest and chugging Pepto.