Play hard, party harder.

Jan 21, 2012 23:42

Midweek, and Campbell had taken it upon himself to let himself into Jip's flat while Jip was out (read: break in). Jip was so late with the rent that he'd probably be thrown out any day soon. Campbell had tidied up. He brought some groceries with him to stock up the fridge a little since Jip never seemed to have food when he stayed over.

He had a bottle of vodka and a packet of plastic shot glasses, and he had bought chips from the chip shop down the road. And now, he was waiting for Jip to get home. Although, if he wasn't home soon, there wouldn't be may chips left the rate Campbell was munching through them.

journal: sexualparanoia

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