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THE MORNING AFTER.

Jun 24, 2010 22:33

WHO: Martín and... Juanita the mattress? Surprise appearance by Luciano!
WHEN: Backdated - the day after the Winchester brawling. (June 23rd)
WHERE: Milo's Home for Latinos.
WHAT: My pants are still on, so I'm pretty sure nothing happened...

( The bunk beds were a terrible idea! Why'd you let us do that?! )

north mexico, argentina, status: complete, not gay just hungover, brazil, puto this joto that

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amor_carnival June 25 2010, 07:21:30 UTC

Luciano walked up the stairs of the Charleston. The pain from the previous night still fresh with each step he took. And the mild hangover wasn't helping any either. Luckily Conner had been able to hold him up for the night. Luciano wasn't sure what happened to Juan but he hoped that he had gotten home okay. From what he could remember he got into a bar fight as well. A sigh passed his lips as he reached his floor. His hand entered his pocket of his jacket and he rummaged around for his keys. A tinge of annoyance on his face as he thought back on the night again. To think that blond bastard was really going to kick him when he was down. What kind of man did that? Wait, scaratch that. Martin wasn't a man. He was a bitch. It didn't matter what he was packing ( ... )

no_llores June 25 2010, 08:22:35 UTC

"¡Che! Be quiet, boludo," Martín croaked, wincing away from the rap on the top of his poor head. He simply grumbled and rolled over, unconcerned about whoever this strange man was in his b... Wait a second, this wasn't even a bed. This wasn't even his apartment.

He shot up, clutching the back of the sofa. A wave of nausea almost had him doubled up again, but now, in addition to feeling as if he had just been run through a paper shredder a dozen or so times, now there was a growing panic. He breathed hard through his nose and glanced around slowly, hoping for the tail-end of last night's memories to come flooding back.

With a glazed look, he peered over his shoulder at the new voice, rubbing his knuckles against one eye.

"What it this even happening..."

This be some Jerry Springer, Shit. amor_carnival June 25 2010, 09:34:45 UTC

At the mention of punctured intestines, Luciano gave a low whistle. Who would have thought Juanita liked it rough? Clearing his throat he waved a hand from around the wall that separated the hall from the living room. Of course both actions were to alert the young men that there was indeed another person in the apartment now. With no panicked reaction the Brazilian took it as the green light to enter the room once again. Turning into the living room, Luciano yawned and gave a slight grin. "Bom dia," he greeted the two

stretching out. "Rough night, Jua-" Luciano stopped midstream looking down now to see the shirtless male sitting beside the young Mexican. The grin wiped from his face and instantly he pointed at the male. "Y-YOU?!" He said shocked. "AND YOU?!" He then pointed to Juan. "O que diabos está acontecendo?!" he asked in Portuguese nodding his head. "What is he doing here?!" he asked, looking at Juan and pointing to Martin as if he was an object.

1.Good Morning
2.What the hell is going on?!

WHO THE BEBE DADDY? no_llores June 25 2010, 10:04:52 UTC

¡Qué putas pasa!

Maybe... maybe he was still asleep. In some hellish nightmare, the stupid Brazilian was haunting him and screaming at him in his fucked up Portuguese. But that didn't account for the splitting headache, or the way his guts churned, or how the light seemed to be slicing his eyeballs open...

No, by some sick twist of fate it really was Luciano. And his fucked up Portuguese. Martín made an unhappy albeit barely audible sound under his breath, gingerly holding the side of his face - which was clean, oddly enough, though he couldn't remember how that happened either - with his aching hand.

"Shut jor mouth," he whined, scowling at Luciano, and then, as if miraculously expecting sympathy, he added, "I has a headache."

amor_carnival June 26 2010, 03:26:46 UTC

Luciano crossed his arms and raised a brow. Juan Pedro's explanation was hardly understandable as he fumbled over his own words. Nodding his head, the Brazilian only growled obscenities under his breath in Portuguese. Running his fingers through his hair he sighed. The sting of soreness from the nights fight now burning. Luciano sighed trying to regain himself but he was finding difficulty in doing so. However the taller male inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. It was then he seen Juan press his face back into the comforter. Hearing muffles of Spanish from Emi's sibling he raised a brow ( ... )