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[banky]

Very much accustomed to sleeping alone, it did not take Simon long to recognize that something about his current situation was REALLY FUCKING OFF. The thought shouted itself through his brain as he realized there was ANOTHER BODY in the bed with him. A WARM body with a really cold nose. Some part of Simon's brain suspected a small circulation

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[canaan_divided]

Being friends with Banky as long as Mamet has been, he's used to the outbursts. What's different this time, as far as he can tell 'cause he's still half asleep, is that Banky's also acting like his ass is on fire. And Mamet's almost positive it isn't. He'd know.

Starbuck yelps when Banky almost steps on her tail and gets to her feet. And Poe, poor blind bastard, shoots up at the sudden noise and nearly walks into a wall.

"Um...did we oversleep?" he guesses, sitting up. He idly rubs at an eye, trying to figure out what's wrong.

[banky]

"OVERSLEEP?" he sputtered. Simon winced at the volume of what was surely not his voice. In terms of anxiety-inducing situations, trauma surgery trumped waking up in an unfamiliar man's bed. All the same, he had to struggle to even APPEAR as though he were not about to FUCKING BLOW A GASKET.

"How can we FUCKING OVERSLEEP on a GODDAMN ISLAND were no one has FUCKING JOBS, let alone WORKING FUCKING CLOCKS in half of these BACKWATER FUCKING SHANTIES you call HOMES?" Simon KNEW he had not intended to say ANY of that. He also knew that he knew NOTHING about any leagues of justice, and yet he had CURSED that group as well.

He stared blankly at the other man, attempting to make some sort of sense of everything in his mind, but he failed miserably. "What the FUCK is going on?"

[canaan_divided]

Mamet takes all that in without his expression changing much. Really, this is kind of the norm.

"Hey, man, just because you're a jobless loser doesn't mean you have to take it out on me," he says, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, shameless in his nudity. "I'm in building crew. I'm probably even supposed to be there. Sometime today."

Mamet looks stumped for a moment

"What day is it?"

[banky]

The only thing Simon could theorize would be the RIGHT thing for the other man to say right now would be a FUCKING EXPLANATION of what was going on. There were probably other things he could have said, but that was DEFINITELY the WRONG FUCKING ONE.

"I AM NOT A JOBLESS FUCKING LOSER!" he shot back, startled by his own tenacity. So startled that, wrapped up in his instant wrath, it took him a second to look away and give the other man some privacy as he dressed.

"It's SUPPOSEDLY August 15. A Friday. At least it should be. But the last time I actually USED a GREGORIAN FUCKING CALENDER was for a project in FUCKING HISTORY."