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Last night had been one of those nights.
Chris had had a few spliffs, had gone to the Winchester, and had staggered out sometime just before closing, headed for home. The problem with that however, is that he'd taken a wrong turn on the path-- which meant he'd been heading in the wrong direction altogether, since his hut was only just across the path from the Winchester-- and had ended somewhere else entirely. Maybe he'd been on his way to Tony's or something; at this point, anyone else's guess would have been as good as his.
Either way, when Chris wakes up sometime the following afternoon, it's not his hut he wakes up in at all. That is, unless someone's replaced his bed with something that's a lot bouncier and put in more windows to let in more sun. When Chris sits up, at first he's not sure if he's hungover or still drunk or maybe somehow managed to take an LSD hit without remembering, because it's like the world's moving back and forth.
It takes a moment for his vision to focus, still blurred from sleep, but when it does, his expression breaks into a bright grin. It's a bouncy castle. Just... right there on the island like it belongs there. It shouldn't be much of a surprise-- there's a space ship on one of the beaches for fuckssake-- but in his current state of being only half awake, it's the most amazing thing he's seen in ages.
Chris has a few things planned today, but all of that's gone straight out the window and into the fuckin' bin for now.
"Oh, this is brilliant," he declares, and it's not long before he's started bouncing, not sure how he missed something so fuckin' amazing on the island for all these months.
[Timed to around noon on the 20th. No thread limit, open to new tags until Saturday.]
Chris had had a few spliffs, had gone to the Winchester, and had staggered out sometime just before closing, headed for home. The problem with that however, is that he'd taken a wrong turn on the path-- which meant he'd been heading in the wrong direction altogether, since his hut was only just across the path from the Winchester-- and had ended somewhere else entirely. Maybe he'd been on his way to Tony's or something; at this point, anyone else's guess would have been as good as his.
Either way, when Chris wakes up sometime the following afternoon, it's not his hut he wakes up in at all. That is, unless someone's replaced his bed with something that's a lot bouncier and put in more windows to let in more sun. When Chris sits up, at first he's not sure if he's hungover or still drunk or maybe somehow managed to take an LSD hit without remembering, because it's like the world's moving back and forth.
It takes a moment for his vision to focus, still blurred from sleep, but when it does, his expression breaks into a bright grin. It's a bouncy castle. Just... right there on the island like it belongs there. It shouldn't be much of a surprise-- there's a space ship on one of the beaches for fuckssake-- but in his current state of being only half awake, it's the most amazing thing he's seen in ages.
Chris has a few things planned today, but all of that's gone straight out the window and into the fuckin' bin for now.
"Oh, this is brilliant," he declares, and it's not long before he's started bouncing, not sure how he missed something so fuckin' amazing on the island for all these months.
[Timed to around noon on the 20th. No thread limit, open to new tags until Saturday.]