[For Dick] Backdated to New Year's Day
When you drink as much and as often as Lew does, it takes quite a lot to get you drunk. Intoxication is seldom his goal when he picks up a bottle, and despite being justified by the festivities, it wasn't tonight. The fact that it was New Year's Eve had very little to do with it, and he'd spent the better part of the night in control of his facilities, tipsy at best.
That was until he overheard one of the more seasoned residents mention that everything would disappear in the morning. All of the food, all of the drink. All of the Vat 69, that was for sure, and he'd not been entirely rational about it when he overindulged in the wake of this news.
Very well drunk, in that state just before a stumble becomes a crawl, he's somehow managed his way through the snow to the Officer's Club and stands in the middle of the main room, blinking blearily at one particular closed door as he sways in place. It isn't that he doesn't know whose door it is; it's that just now, he isn't sure he actually cares.
Does he? No, he decides in a fit of drunken logic. No, he doesn't, and he should be in that room anyway, shouldn't he? And it isn't as if he's going in there to fuck anybody. Not tonight, at any rate.
Which is how, at approximately 4:30 am on January 1, Lew ends up crawling graceless up onto Dick's warm bed and flopping unceremoniously down beside him.
That was until he overheard one of the more seasoned residents mention that everything would disappear in the morning. All of the food, all of the drink. All of the Vat 69, that was for sure, and he'd not been entirely rational about it when he overindulged in the wake of this news.
Very well drunk, in that state just before a stumble becomes a crawl, he's somehow managed his way through the snow to the Officer's Club and stands in the middle of the main room, blinking blearily at one particular closed door as he sways in place. It isn't that he doesn't know whose door it is; it's that just now, he isn't sure he actually cares.
Does he? No, he decides in a fit of drunken logic. No, he doesn't, and he should be in that room anyway, shouldn't he? And it isn't as if he's going in there to fuck anybody. Not tonight, at any rate.
Which is how, at approximately 4:30 am on January 1, Lew ends up crawling graceless up onto Dick's warm bed and flopping unceremoniously down beside him.