|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 5:37 pm
It was a slow night and Noah had to work late. Al didn't handle being "home" alone all that well in general. Not since getting back from the island. So he pulled his phone out and fired off a text at a friend he honestly hasn't spoken to in too long. Like a day was too long. This was several days at least. MoonKitsune Text to Melvin: Hey, u thirsty? Remember my room #? He picked some clothes up off the ground and put them in the hamper. That was clean enough for guests right?
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 6:03 pm
Melvin stared at the text, debating a moment. Free booze was free booze after all, but he was suspicious why he was being offered it in the first place and why all of a sudden. Whatever it was, he could at least get a few drinks in if it was something he didn't want to deal with, and Al had been a nice enough bartender to him.
Quote: Text to Al: If you are at Noah's then yes. I am guessing you want me over now? I'll be over.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 6:11 pm
Al opened the door wide open, turning his back after a quick glance to confirm it was Melvin and not anyone or anything else. "Hey, you feeling whiskey?" He asked as he went to the cleared off desk in the room - well, cleared off except for a few bottles and some plastic cups fresh from their package.
It was clear he was there alone but the smell of Noah lingered. The smell was coming from the hamper full of dirty clothes off to the side. The bed was disheveled with pillows scattered and sheets barely grasping the top of the bed but the bookshelf seemed to be in order. They weren't the tidiest of 'tenants' for sure.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 6:26 pm
Melvin slowly stepped in, but didn't immediately follow Al fully into the center of the room, instead lingering by the door. He could smell the presence of both men before his eyes started making a list of each and everything wrong with the room. It was like one of those "Spot the Wrongs" pages you did in children's magazines while you waited at the dentist.
"Yes....whiskey sounds good. Did....did I catch you at a bad time? You seem busy." Because he must have been if the room looked like this.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 6:31 pm
"Busy? Nope." Al poured the whiskey into two cups and offered Melvin one.
"My schedule is clear all night, was hoping to catch up an s**t an.... what makes you ask?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:02 pm
He might have to be really quick with drinking on this one. Seeing the open solo package assured him the cup was clean, as everything else clearly wasn't. So, before he started to even say anything to Al, he decided to at least get one cup in him before Al decided to stop the flow of free whiskey.
So down the entire cup went in several swallows until it was empty.
Taking a breath as downing whiskey was both a crime and not a great thing since it still burned, he started. "Because this place needs cleaned. You haven't done laundry, your bed isn't made, I don't want to guess when they were last cleaned, and there is garbage that needs taken out. I'm guessing garbage because I smell something. So while you are a great host in this respect..." He lifted up the glass to prove how appreciative he was of the whiskey. "....it's being overshadowed by everything else. Do you even have people over often?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:07 pm
"Uhhh..." Al stared as Melvin relayed his long list of everything that was wrong and then blinked back to life when he seemed to end the rant on a question. "...No? Just. Me, Noah, sometimes uh... people focused on other things." He meant Mik.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:09 pm
"Would you be pissed off if I say I can't really relax and drink when I"m sitting in a whirlpool of laundry, a overturned bed, and the smell of all of you? Cause I can't. I can't relax. Can we do something about that or else I'm going to ask you to grab that bottle and go to my room where I don't feel ready to set your bed on fire." He informed him, glancing at his cup.
"I'm imaging the other people who came over were just being polite while they suffered."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:14 pm
Al blinked again. Was Melvin serious - you know what, that question probably wasn't serious because ******** Melvin.
"Okay.. uh... if you want to fix any of it, be my guest?" He really didn't know how to approach this because what.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:17 pm
Melvin held out the cup and gave it back to Al. "Top me off. I'm starting at your bed. Do you have a change of sheets?" He asked, moving over to it and looking at everything almost on the floor.
"And when did you last wash ....everything else?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:21 pm
Al took the cup and did exactly as instructed, "if we had more sheets we'd be using them?" The idea of a separate set was baffling to him. Like seriously, what would he need two for? They only had one bed.
"The clothes? Just whenever we run out of stuff to wear... last week?" Last week sounded reasonable to him. "Still have clean stuff in the dresser though."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:37 pm
Melvin looked at the bed, looked at Al, and considered what two men could create in a bed that was rarely washed.
"Strip the pillowcases. Sheets. Blankets. Shove it in the Hamper. I'm not touching whatever you two get up to in this." He said, pointing at the bed as he took his now filled up and downed half of it.
He went to pick up whatever used cup he saw and paused at a very full little trash can of disposable silverware and plates. "Well, this could also be a issue."
Looking about, he moved over and opened the only window to let some of the fresh air flow into the room and circulate out the smell of Noah and Al. For once all the rain helped since it brought a nice, fresh smell into the room. He went to change the trash.
"We're going to do loads of laundry and get it all clean. That way the bed is washed, your clothes are washed, whatever smell is taking over is gone, and I can breath. Maybe you'll actually be liked by Noah more by surprising him with having a clean room." He said, though he was a bit disappointed in both of them for living like this in the first place.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 4:44 am
Al gave Melvin a bewildered look but finally, albeit slightly begrudgingly, obeyed when he was reminded that Noah might appreciate the cleaning.
"I don't think he minds our smell?" He complained, but still shoved the comforter, sheets, and mattress cover into the hamper which was quickly starting to overflow at the addition. He tossed the pillows on top and was left holding two stuffed animals which were given an uncertain look. "I... don't think it's safe to wash these." He was pretty sure Noah would kill him if any harm came to Kitty and he'd never forgive himself if Lord Mr. Bunnykins the third met his untimely demise at his own hand.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 6:12 am
"Older stuffed animals can be gently hand-washed and then dried. I'd say set them out in the sun to dry since even on delicate, I don't think they would make it. Just set them someplace safe for now and think about hand-washing them later when the sun finally shows itself." He said, very well aware of the tender care of childhood plushies as Allan the alien still resided with him.
"He might have gotten used to the smell, but other people don't. It gives a bad impression. Also, the place is still messy." He said, emptied out the trash and putting a new liner in. Tyingi t up, he looked over at him. "Wanna drink in the laundry room? If not we can put the loads in real quick and come back here while we wait. I'll be able to breath a bit better knowing things are being cleaned up." He informed him, finishing his second cup more from anxiety than wanting to get drunk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 6:17 am
"I'll bring the bottle, just in case," he assured Melvin after watching him down the last dregs of his cup. He placed the two plushies inside a nightstand drawer where he was sure nothing could harm them. The bed a barren wasteland at this time.
He lifted the basket of clothes and stared at Melvin expectantly. There was a chance Al didn't remember the way to the laundry room.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
