Texas Independence Day

[vaquero_tex]

Austin has finally made his way back. HQ, which had been oh so nice enough to let him go home for Texas Independence Day (Read as the mun is stupid and forgot), has now seen fit to bring him back. He’s laying on the couch, legs crossed over each other and hat over his face. Low snores can be heard under the hat, and a lone bottle of beer sits

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[rouge_me]

[ He slams into his door, maybe it's the massive hangover or the weight of the giant cluster of beads around his neck... not to mention a mask is slid right over his eyes and he can't see. ]

Aw shi- godamned door's always gettin'.... why's there a' gerbil in ma' pockit!? w-wait tha's ma' cellphone...

[louisiane]

[ Guess who else has a hang over, two thumbs (for now) and but doesn't give a crap?

Louisiana! He's handling himself with slightly more grace though mostly due to the cane, even if his pony tail is slightly more sloppy than usual with stray hairs sticking out. Worth it though, this has been one of his better years, yes yes.

...But he clearly sees Texas - and Louisiana has clearly no self restraint. He can't resist! Time to take out a kazoo... Leans in slightly...

...And you get the picture. ]

[vaquero_tex]

He snorts, sitting up instantly and snatching the hat off his face to bat Louisianne away with.
"Gotdamn, can't a man sleep in his own bed without you two bargin' in?"
He rubs at his eyes tiredly, hungover to hell and back (not that he'd admit. He can drink anyone under the table dammit.)

[rouge_me]

[ He smells the doorknob and looks back at the Texan ]

Ahm.... hungry. Can ya make me one a' dem giant breakfast burrito thangs?

[californyeah]

[The only states that were once republics, and both fiercely independent. Of course, they're on completely opposite ends of the spectrum mentality wise. If Texas knew about her Animal Abuser Database he would call her insane...

Right before he shot a cow in the skull to her slack-jawed horror.

Whatever hostilities they have, he's still fun to mess with. So she puts her hands on his shoulder, drumming her long fingernails.]

Yosemite Sam~! Yosemite Saaaaaam?

[vaquero_tex]

He snorts through the hat, but doesn't move past that. He knows that voice... and he knows those nails. If he were less of a man's man, a groan would have escaped his lips.

However, he settles for pressing the hat onto his face tighter... maybe he can smother to death... yes... that might be pleasant.

[californyeah]

[She pouts, standing up and over that snorting and sputtering hat of his.]

You're not going to wake up? And I had just finished making chicken fried steak with gravy.

[vaquero_tex]

He snatched the hat off his face.
"There ain't no way you did it right." Oh... bright light, that goes back to his face.