5th Shoe of Baileys - Love Hotel Event [locked to numanstan]
[Old Gregg wasn’t used to the fineries of hotels. Those were big city things, and Old Gregg wouldn’t have often cared for them. But there was a difference in this one: it was based around love. And if there was anything in the whole world Gregg DID care for, it was love. Directed at him. Especially from Howard.
So he wasn’t quite AS pissed when he woke up away from where he was used to waking up. The big soft bed he was on certainly wasn’t as wonderful as, say, the big pile of moss and discarded cloth he had back home, but he guessed there was worse shit to wake up on. And he could feel the warmth of someone next to him. Oh, Old Gregg liked that. Yes sir. Excited, he turned around, not wanting to wake Howard up and-
He stopped. And just stared, eyes glassy, at the long-haired twig of a man in his bed. Just staring.
And then screaming. And not his name for once. Just noise. And to be quite honest, if you ever wondered what a fish-man screaming sounded like? Somewhat like a staticy howler monkey.
Wakey wakey, Vince.]
So he wasn’t quite AS pissed when he woke up away from where he was used to waking up. The big soft bed he was on certainly wasn’t as wonderful as, say, the big pile of moss and discarded cloth he had back home, but he guessed there was worse shit to wake up on. And he could feel the warmth of someone next to him. Oh, Old Gregg liked that. Yes sir. Excited, he turned around, not wanting to wake Howard up and-
He stopped. And just stared, eyes glassy, at the long-haired twig of a man in his bed. Just staring.
And then screaming. And not his name for once. Just noise. And to be quite honest, if you ever wondered what a fish-man screaming sounded like? Somewhat like a staticy howler monkey.
Wakey wakey, Vince.]