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 Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:15 pm
The morning wasn't kind to Damian. He woke up in a pool of his own drool, with his head pounding and his entire body aching. What the hell had happened last night? Very slowly he pushed himself up with a groan, how much did he drink last night? Turning slowly he lifted the blanket that had been laid on top of him, looking under it. What the ********, why was he naked? He looked to the other side of the bed for Carter, they usually shared the bed and it was going to be really awkward if he slept naked with him. Only he didn't see Carter anywhere. Rubbing his head he moved to the edge of the bed.
"Carter?" His throat was completely dry and his words came out a hoarse croak. Where'd his roommate go? Maybe he'd remember what happened to him last night. Pushing himself to his feet he shuffled to the dresser, finding a pair of sweats to pull on. ********, his head was still pounding. He needed some water.
Walking out into the living room he looked around finally spotting his best friend sleeping on the couch. "Hey, man, what are you doing on the couch?" He moved closer sitting on the edge of the couch, almost sitting on Carter's legs. He looked down at the bluenette, his silver eyes confused. "What happened last night?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:17 pm
At the sound of his name, Carter didn't stir. He was exhausted. He didn't want to move. After cleaning up the shattered bottle, Carter had risked Damian's drunken rage to tip-toe into the room and -- oh. Oh my. A blanket was snatched up and thrown over him quickly before he changed out of his Meadowview uniform into a loose T-shirt and sweatpants. Once that was done he backed out of the room and, with nothing better to do, he did his homework. Then he spent the rest of the night falling off the couch every three hours as he tried t osleep.
It wasn't until Damian sat down did Carter stir briefly, only to slide off to one side and land on the floor. "Angk! Son of a..." Carter grumbled before twisting onto his side, flopping onto his stomach. Carter slowly dragged a hand forward to rub at his eyes before he pushing himself up, keeping the weight off of his injuries as best as he could.
With a grunt, Carter scooted onto the couch and took his time rubbing his eyes yet again, finishing it by running both hands through his hair before glancing at Damian, blinking sleepily. "Sup," he greeted tiredly. "You wanna know? Look." He gestured first to the coffee table. Said table was pushed several feet away from the table to allow him to fall off peacefully (as well as one could sleep when falling), still containing the empty bottles of beer Damian had drank the the night before. Carter pointed to the wall where the stubborn red stain of spirits still lingered, then gestured vaguely towards where the lamp had fallen the night before. "See for yourself."
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:17 pm
Damian jumped slightly and then winced as Carter fell, the sudden movement sending a spike of pain through his head. ********, he hated hang overs. He watched the bluenette climb back onto the couch, he would have helped him up, but his muscles felt like they couldn't hold any weight. Also it was hard to be courteous when his head was pounding like it was.
When Carter finally spoke, pointing out the mass amount of beer bottles, the stain on the wall, and the lamp Damian just stared with wide eyes. He drank all that? He remembered that he started drinking in the afternoon, something had bothered him (he couldn't even remember what now) and he had grabbed a beer to cool off. It looked like that beer had let to a lot of beers.
"Holy s**t." He made a pained face as he spoke, his voice sounded really loud. "Dude, I'm sorry. I usually don't drink that much." He couldn't remember the last time he drank so much he couldn't remember the next day, but then he wouldn't would he? Sitting back on the couch he rubbed his eyes groaning. "I am so gonna quit drinking." It was an empty promise even though he meant it. He wouldn't drink again until he did.
A thought occurred to him and he lowered his hands, looking sidelong at Carter. "I didn't do or say anything weird right?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:23 pm
Carter slowly turned to face him, one eyebrow raised. He took in Damian's disheveled look, and wondered if he looked like hell too. He'd probably have bags under his eyes from his multiple rude awakenings after falling off the couch for starters. A soft, drawn out sigh came from Carter as he leaned back, reaching out with his feet to prop them up on the table.
He fell too short. With a shrug, Carter curled one leg under him and settled down in an attempt to get comfortable. "Usually," he repeated dryly, "I don't know why you did it, but I'd take a look in the mirror. You look like something that was dragged in off the pavement. Mouth probably feels like that, too." He knew his would.
At his next question, Carter shook his head. "Aside from asking me if the couch was angry and if you could get taller by standing? Yep." Like his sexuality. Was Damian really coming onto him then? It was... awkward to say the least. "But it's not important." They really didn't need to repeat that conversation. "Just... try not to knock over a lamp or throw a beer bottle at a wall after accidentally spilling half of it, okay?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:23 pm
Damian was starting to feel like an a**. He had a feeling that he was a handful the night before, and was starting to be glad he couldn't remember anything past his first six pack. When Carter mentioned his looks he reached up rubbing his beard. He knew he was starting to get shaggy, but did it really matter? It's not like Willie cared what he looked like, as long as he showed up to work on time and not completely hungover. "Yeah...I should probably shower, I feel like something that was dragged across the pavement." He groaned reaching around to rub the back of his neck. If only his head would stop pounding.
When Carter mentioned an angry couch the redhead thought hard, coming up with a vague memory of him freaking out about something. He couldn't quite get a hold of it though.Sighing he let it go. "Sorry, man." Sitting up a little he clapped Carter on the shoulder. "Thanks for taking care of me. I'll try and not be so stupid next time." He smiled at the bluenette, and then using his shoulder for a bit of leverage pushed himself up and off the couch. "I'm gonna get some water, you want anything?" Maybe he'd get some aspirin too, he hated hang overs so much.
Stopping in front of the fridge he opened it, his silver eyes drawn to what was left of the beer. One beer wouldn't hurt right? He was already reaching for it when he thought of Carter. Looking over his shoulder at his roommate, he knew he wouldn't approve if he started drinking in front of him. With a sigh he turned back towards the fridge his arm changing course to grab a bottle of water.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:28 pm
"Probably," Carter half-agreed with a shrug. It wasn't his place to say what his roommate chose to look like, but the easier it was to get Damian into the shower the faster it would be to sober him up. Showers helped sober people up, right? Should he turn on the washing machine when Damian was in it in order to blast him with cold water in order to help sober him up faster? His eyes were unwittingly drawn back to the faint brown stain of where the beer bottle was smashed. Maybe not.
A flicker of annoyance crossed his features as he stared at the wall. He couldn't stop looking at it. "Huh?!" Carter jumped as Damian reached up to clap him on the shoulder, startled. "Sorry, I was thinking and wondering if it was possible to repaint the walls. Anyway." He shrugged in response to Damian, adding, "Whatever, some water sounds good if we still have some left."
As Damian turned away, Carter jolted up as a thought struck him. I'll try not to be so stupid next time. You mean this is going to happen again?! He didn't want it to. He didn't know what to do, or what he was supposed to do. Leaving was an option, but alone? Carter didn't want to do that. He ran his hands through his hair, stopping halfway to massage his scalp. This was going to be a long day. Or it was going to be an even longer week.
He wasn't aware of Damian looking over towards him when he removed his hands and scooted to the far side of the couch, using the armrest to support his back as he attempted to get comfortable. "You know how some couches have beds in them?" Carter began, leaning back before frowning. He reached towards the ground to retrieve his pillow, shoving it behind his back. "Whoever thought that idea up should've made sure that all couches have them. Today's going to suck for me, man."
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:28 pm
When Carter mentioned repainting the walls Damian's eyes flicked towards the discoloured spot where he had smashed the beer bottle. It wasn't exactly pretty, and the reminder that he had been that out of control made him wince. He'd been drinking more lately, but it usually didn't get so bad that he started destroying things. It wasn't like he had a problem with alcohol. "Yeah, I can ask the landlord, or we can just repaint it white or something."
Damian grabbed and extra bottle of water for his roommate then let the fridge swing closed, one last look being given to the beer before it was hidden away. Turning away from the fridge he went back over to the couch, sitting at the end near Carter's feet. He tossed the bluenette his water and then twisted the top off his own.
The redhead was about to open his mouth and tell his roommate he could've just slept in the bed, but then he remembered that he had woken up naked. That would have definitely been awkward for the both of them. "Yeah, sorry, man. Next time we get furniture I'll try and make sure the couch has a bed." Damian sipped his water quietly for a minute, occasionally looking over at Carter. Was he mad at him for getting drunk? He couldn't tell. While he couldn't remember what he had done last night, it was never a good sign when he woke up naked and alone in bed after going on a bender.
When half his water was gone he stood up, glancing down at Carter. "I'm gonna go shower, I'll try and save you some hot water." Between the two Carter probably needed it more than he did after sleeping on the couch. Taking his water bottle with him he headed towards the bathroom, scratching the back of his head. He just needed to stop trying to remember what had happened the night before. Maybe if he did that it would come back on it's own, or something.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:46 pm
"Ask, I guess," Carter shrugged. "Then again, you know the lease better than I do." When it came time to pay the rent, Carter just handed his half in cash to Damian. He wasn't entirely familiar with the whole process. Either way, Carter was hoping that the landlord wouldn't be too mad at them, or make them try to scrub it off. With their toothbrushes.
As the water bottle came sailing towards him, he fumbled the catch and nearly fell off the couch in his attempt to catch it. "Thanks," he mumbled, twisting his own open and quaffing it. It reminded him that he needed to get a reusable bottle for when he went skateboarding, or to get one just to have one in general. But like most of Carter's plans, it would be forgotten.
"That'd be nice," he replied carefully as he swished his half-full bottle of water. "I mean, not that I'm complaining about your bed or anything since it's rather comfortable, but like when you're with your girlfriend..." A blush began to steadily creep up Carter's face as he spoke, his hands making seemingly vague (but rather pointed) gestures concerning the topic. "You know?"
Carter left it at that.
As Damian got up, Carter waved at his back. "Don't worry about it. I was plannin on taking one much later." Or at the Pleiades ba- no. Wait. The lake was far too cold to go swimming in just yet, and he would still need to take a shower afterward. He would be right back at step one.
Carter stood up and went to locate the remote, flipping the TV on before aimlessly clicking through channels.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 10:35 pm
Damian would have to make a note somewhere to ask about having the walls repainted. Or maybe he'd just do it himself. He wasn't sure what the proper procedure was for doing such things. He hadn't exactly paid quite enough attention the the lease agreement as he should have.
The remarks about his girlfriend made the redhead laugh, "Yeah, I get it." He paused before he stood up, "You don't have to worry too much about that though, I'm not banging her." It was true, the most the two had done it that bed was make out, not that Damian didn't want to do more, he just didn't want to push his girlfriend into something she was ready for, he wasn't a rapist after all.
Hearing Carter's words about taking a shower later he grinned. "Well, I might go ahead and use all the hot water then." A hot shower sounded marvelous. His head was pounding, and his body ached from falling multiple times.
Stepping into the bathroom he locked the door behind him, setting his water on the sink. Stripping down he got into the shower turning the water to hot. Closing his eyes he luxuriated under the spray, the hot water relaxing his sore muscles. Now if only getting rid of his hang over was so easy.
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