Back on the second floor . . .

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders pulls a bottle of cold water from the mini-fridge, and turns to hand it to sharon_valerii. "There you go," he says, and hastily kicks a pair of inside-out boxers -- which are definitely not his -- under the desk. "So, I guess it was a good party? There's, uh . . . multicolored, kinda three-dimensional puddles on the ground outside."

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[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

*fights a yawn* Gods. I'm tired. *drinks the last of her water* I should go to bed.

[er, me too. bed is good. yes.]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so should I. Maybe a shower first though.

*walks Sharon to the door* Good luck with that hangover . . . see you around tomorrow?

[Same here. So much fatigue pain. Ow.]

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

Sure. *considers, then shrugs, decides she only lives once and stands on tiptoe to kiss his cheek* Night. *flees*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*stands in the doorway and blinks for a moment*

Night?

*shrugs, grabs a towel, and heads for the showers*