Fifth floor bathroom, Tuesday afternoon

[sarcasm_guy]

That sound coming from the bathroom? Would be snoring. And a shower on full blast. But the snoring was louder.

Sokka was in there, somewhere amidst the clouds of rum-steam, passed out naked on the floor. He had been in a puddle of his own vomit, but the hot rum spraying out full-blast had washed it away.

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[scary_jeff]

Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom... Jeff pottered easily into the bathroom, ran his usual mental checks about eye slippage and difficult placement, and began his habitual barrel for the sink.

He set out his toothbrushing equipment with care, opened his mouth at the mirror to check his teeth, and paused. "Hi, Sokka," he said, idly, and in prime avoidance of getting an eyeful.

The whole situation would register eventually.

[sarcasm_guy]

"Wglfbthbt," Sokka replied.

[scary_jeff]

"Oh, I'm sure the mouth wash isn't that bad," Jeff replied, smartly, and looked up at the mirror again. He'd have to avoid doing that.

[sarcasm_guy]

"Hmm?" Sokka asked, trying and failing to get up on his hands and knees. "Try the shower; it's delicious."

[mrodneymckay]

The last thing Rodney expected to see when he walked into the bathroom was a group of pandas wearing tutus and playing poker. A close second to that would be his naked roommate on the floor surrounded by rum flowing from the shower head. "Oh, god," he groaned and wondered if he could get away with backing out and pretending he hadn't seen anything.

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka looked up and grinned. "MEREDNEY! Hiiiiiiiiii! Come on in, the shower's awesome!"

[mrodneymckay]

"Oh, god," he repeated. "I did not sign up for this."

[sarcasm_guy]

"Me, neither," Sokka sighed. "That's AWESOME!!!" He licked some rum off his arm.