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9.1. "This is horrible Alex, this is very bad! Unless you're happy about this in which case I couldn't be more pleased for you... Should we do pros and cons?"
| Music & Lyrics

[Follows THIS and THIS]

It was a vague coherence that alerted Tim to a banging drilling into his brain beyond the fog of last night’s six pack… or maybe it was more like five six packs. Once he realised the noise was there, he groaned from where his face was smashed into the cushion of the sofa, arm hanging limply off the side. Now that his consciousness was dragged back, the light streaming across his face just made his already pounding head ache like a bitch. What the hell was that banging? It sounded like there were elephants tap-dancing on his roof… or maybe that was on his brain?

He cracked an eye open from under the curtain of messy dark hair that was flopping in his face and then squeezed it shut again. Talk about Hangover Central. He really didn’t want to move and wasn’t sure he could move without puking. The house looked like a bomb hit it with empty beer cans, pizza boxes, and other takeout remnants lying all around the joint. Clothes were strewn everywhere and had been there for an indefinite period of time, Tim favouring the easier option of just buying new shirts rather than washing the ones he already owned. With Billy still in Puerto Rico on his honeymoon, Tim was living his idea of the unsupervised highlife.

( And then the banging was back and he realised it was coming from the front door... )

JC Stanton is taste4freedom and written here by her mun. Jason Street [itwontstopme] referenced with permission.


Word Count | 782

RP with taste4freedom & <user site="livejournal.com" user="supe

Tim couldn't shake the hangover for the life of him. Normally he took them in his stride, but today wasn't one of those days. It really was a day he could've used sleeping the whole thing off instead of dealing with Six's Purple Panties showing up on his doorstep. In fact, he had been too hungover to even think to ask where her car was and instead just offered to take her to J's in the truck. She didn't say much beyond a polite thank you and must've really loved when he had to pull over to puke on the side of the road. But again, she mostly remained quiet when he got back in the car. She looked uncomfortable, sure, but that could mean anything from the fact she was nervous about seeing Six again or despised dealing with hungover High School seniors who did little more than grunt at her.

When they made it to J's, Mrs Street was just leaving and she smiled brightly at Tim. "Hello, sweetheart. You look peaky. Are you eatin'?" She pushed Tim's hair out of his face to peer at him with a motherly eye. "You might have better luck than me wakin' that pair up. I banged on the door no less than five times this mornin' and got no answer. I know they were up until all hours."

"Who were, Mrs S?" Tim asked.

"Jason and Samantha. She spent the night last night. She's good for him, y'know." Mrs Street turned to JC with a polite smile, clearly thinking she was just another one of a long string of Tim's female bed mates. "Hello." She then kissed Tim's cheek and squeezed his arm. "Y'all have a good day now. The door's open." And she was gone, walking to her car to leave with a small wave over her shoulder.