Characters: Dist, Jade Rating: Um. PG? Summary: Dist wakes up in a strange place. How much did he drink last night, again? Location: Jade's house Date/Time: June 19th, around noon Status: Ongoing
Since it was in fact his bedroom, Jade didn't bother knocking as he walked in, carrying a tray upon which there was coffee and pills that were either aspirin or cyanide, depending on whichever he considered to be the fastest way of ending their joint misery at the moment.
"You know," he said conversationally, "I don't know what that woman said to get you so riled up, but you really should know better than to drink so much. If I hadn't come along, she'd probably have dumped you in a gutter somewhere. And we do try to keep our gutters clean around here."
To Jade's credit, at least he wasn't talking loudly.
Dist had not been expecting any answer at all, much less an answer from Jade. Well, at least it explained where he was.
It took only a few more seconds to realize that he'd been sleeping in Jade's bed. That explained why it smelled so familiar. The tips of his ears pinked a little.
"She challenged me," he all but whined, though it was muffled by the pillow. "I wasn't going to lose to that insufferable savage. And I think she stole my coat." Oh, she would pay for that if it were true.
"And who, exactly, would define your current predicament as 'winning'?" Jade inquired, setting down the tray on his bedside table. "Needing to be carried home covered in vomit, waking up hung-over in someone else's bed wearing someone else's clothes, and missing a coat? Though," he confessed, pausing and giving the matter some more thought, "I suppose if Miss Skye burns it, then it will at least be a victory for sighted people everywhere."
"If she does I'll kill her!" He made a slightly pained noise even as he said it; someone like Dist, who had never really understood the concept of 'inside voice,' was very poorly-equipped to be hungover. Fuck, that meant she had his wallet. ...And his journal. His stomach sank a little bit. "And I wasn't covered. Most of it got on the floor."
"Do you even know how to find her?" Jade asked. Those sorts of small but significant details tended to slip Dist's mind. "If you want your coat back, you may have to ask nicely, otherwise."
Tapping the top of Dist's head with one gloved finger, he indicated the tray. "Coffee and aspirin. I suggest you make use of both."
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Since it was in fact his bedroom, Jade didn't bother knocking as he walked in, carrying a tray upon which there was coffee and pills that were either aspirin or cyanide, depending on whichever he considered to be the fastest way of ending their joint misery at the moment.
"You know," he said conversationally, "I don't know what that woman said to get you so riled up, but you really should know better than to drink so much. If I hadn't come along, she'd probably have dumped you in a gutter somewhere. And we do try to keep our gutters clean around here."
To Jade's credit, at least he wasn't talking loudly.
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It took only a few more seconds to realize that he'd been sleeping in Jade's bed. That explained why it smelled so familiar. The tips of his ears pinked a little.
"She challenged me," he all but whined, though it was muffled by the pillow. "I wasn't going to lose to that insufferable savage. And I think she stole my coat." Oh, she would pay for that if it were true.
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Tapping the top of Dist's head with one gloved finger, he indicated the tray. "Coffee and aspirin. I suggest you make use of both."
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