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[rockin_outloud]

Date: Winter 2006
Characters: Lance Alvers, Joey Holmberg
Summary: In which Joey proves his usefulness and an evening is spent at the batting cages.
Status: Complete
Private

Balancing his coffee mug on the corner of the sink, Lance blinked blearily at himself in the mirror, pushing shower damp hair back out of his eyes and flipping up the collar of his

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[electro_joe]

Joey let loose a grumble of words even he couldn't understand and stared blearily up at Lance.

"Wha? What d'you want?" he mumbled, rubbing at an eye sleepily.

He glanced at the time and groaned. You're kidding me, right?

[rockin_outloud]

"I need your help," he told him, frustration coloring his tone, annoyed that he had to ask for it in the beginning.

"So get your lazy ass out of bed."

[electro_joe]

Well, there were worse thing, he supposed. Joey stumbled out of bed pulling on a shirt and looking at Lance expectantly.

"Okay. I'm up. What d'you need help with?"

[rockin_outloud]

He tugged at the silk tie, an annoyed scowl firmly in place.

"This fucking thing. I can't do it. So do it, and you can go back to bed."

[electro_joe]

Yeah right, he'd go back to bed after this. Joey stared at the tie and then at Lance and let out a sigh.

"Okay."

He walked over, but instead of tying it, yanked it off and looped iot around his own neck. Before Lance could ask what the hell he was doing he leaned back against him, grabbing each of his wrists.

"You wanna know how do it, so you don't have to have help, and I'm gonna show you, so you don't wake me up again," he told Lance, sliding his hands over Lance's and holding them for a moment. "Keep your hands on mine, okay?"