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The first thing Des became aware of, was that his head hurt. The second, was that he had a dead arm and dead legs. Third, there was something rough and damp constantly touching his face. Making a noise Des rolled, buring his face in the pillow as he tried to shove whatever it was away. That in turn got him an angry hiss and a stinging sensation in his hand. He yelp, jerking back before blinking rapidly as the culprit came into focus.

Arsenic.

He just stared at the kitten before it got up and trotted off down towards the other end of the couch. Where again he stared. Alex was curled up, more like tangled- the idiot, in his legs... And was he drooling?! " Git off." Des grunted as he tried to shift his leg. With an irritated sigh he flopped back on the pillow. And then the next thing he knew, he was jerking the pillow out from under his head and connecting it with the head resting against his arm. "Someone's got 3 seconds to start explaining s**t and tell me why my head hurts."

"Why." Des hissed with a growl. He scrubbed at his face before running a hand through his hair. "Where are my glasses Alex..." The teen had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes as Gabriel freaked. "Oh calm down. If I move to fast my world spins so you can relax. I'm not doing s**t."

"Because I gave em to you, dumb a**." He glared at Alex over the top of the couch. "********." Came the growl as he fished about for his glasses. "Right. Because you totally decided sleeping on the floor was worth it. Ow..." Des curled in on himself as he held his head in his hands. "Last time I do that..."

"I'm hung over, tired and all kinds of things Gabriel. I don't know what I want right now." So doing this now, probably wasn't the best idea, but they were doing it. "So go find me some Tylenol or something and lets get whatever this is over with because my head hurts."

"Okay." He said, after swallowing the pills and water. "You, talk way too much. I don't know if anyone's told you, but I am now." He said as he set the glass down. "Screwed up and stupid do not even cover it. <******** up, doesn't even cover it. You've been through this bullshit before, we both have, and to turn around and do something like that because it's the polite thing and because he asked you too or whatever the story was was asinine Gabriel." He sighed as he flopped back onto the couch.

"And then, not only do you make zero attempt to say 'Hey I ******** up', you stood there and tried to make out with me afterwards. I am mad and hurt." Did Gabriel not think that he could handle it if he just came out and say it? "I don't know if done, is the word I'd use. But whatever it is the answer is slow." Whatever they were, they were taking things slower now. Slower then probably either were use to. "If I say no. That's it. No pushing the issue."

"Stop apologizing. You do it a lot." Des grumbled as he rubbed at his temples. "You're sure. Because I swear Gabriel. There's only so much I can take." He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Remind me never to drink with Alex again.."

"I don't know.. I've never been drunk.." He mumbled just curling there up on the couch. "What did we do when you came back from werewolf??" Des wanted to go upstairs. To lay in a bed instead of sitting in a chair or sulking in a couch. But his head hurt to much at this point to even consider moving.

"Have water, took pills, need the sleep part..." He shook his head, though instantly regretted it as things spun a bit faster then he would have liked. "I don't think I have anything in my system but alcohol anyway... So it doesn't matter." Des moved to the edge of the couch in an attempt to stand, but after a few seconds his legs gave out on him and he landed rather gracelessly back on the couch.