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Fifth floor bathroom, Tuesday afternoon

That sound coming from the bathroom? Would be snoring. And a shower on full blast. But the snoring was louder.

Sokka was in there, somewhere amidst the clouds of rum-steam, passed out naked on the floor. He had been in a puddle of his own vomit, but the hot rum spraying out full-blast had washed it away.

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Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom... Jeff pottered easily into the bathroom, ran his usual mental checks about eye slippage and difficult placement, and began his habitual barrel for the sink.

He set out his toothbrushing equipment with care, opened his mouth at the mirror to check his teeth, and paused. "Hi, Sokka," he said, idly, and in prime avoidance of getting an eyeful.

The whole situation would register eventually.

"Wglfbthbt," Sokka replied.

"Oh, I'm sure the mouth wash isn't that bad," Jeff replied, smartly, and looked up at the mirror again. He'd have to avoid doing that.

"Hmm?" Sokka asked, trying and failing to get up on his hands and knees. "Try the shower; it's delicious."

"Oh, no, thanks," Jeff said, pouring some water on his toothbrush without looking. "I already had a shower yesterday, and Turtle likes my hair better when it's dry." He stuck the toothbrush in his mouth.

"Yeah," Sokka agreed. "Turtle likes hair." He giggled and tried to sip at the rum on the floor before it slipped down the drain.

Jeff pulled a face as he tried to brush his teeth. Eventually, he spit his toothbrush out into the sink. "Now that's disgusting," he said, "Have they put something in the water? 'Cos I'm pretty sure after the last time chlorine isn't actually good for teeth."

"My teeth are all sticky," Sokka replied. "Sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky stick..."

He watched the rum go down the drain. "Ooooooh, swirly."

Jeff nodded, and started his turn to go on and make his point. "Yeah, it's not terribly--" He paused, then blinked straight at Sokka. "...Hygienic. You don't want to get your tongue stuck in there, trust me."

"Hmmm?" Sokka asked. He looked at Jeff as if noticing him for the first time. "JEFF!!! Jeffyjeffyjeff! I love you, Jeff!"

Jeff blinked again, trying to clear the image from his retinas. It wasn't working. "Okay," he said, dumbly. "Er, I mean, are you okay?"

"I'm fiiiiiine," Sokka reassured him. He tried again to get up on his hands and knees and this time managed it. "I'm better than fine -- I'm AWESOME!"

That, of course, required an expansive hand gesture, which meant Sokka fell flat on his face again, cracking his chin on the floor. "Owwwwwww... Now 'm not awesome."

"Are you paralyzed?" Jeff asked, tilting his head and hunching down a little so he could look at Sokka properly. Only his face, though. He was just not going to look at any of the rest of it. Ever. "Er. You might want some pants. You know, the showers, causes a bit of a draft..."

"Silly Jeff!" Sokka replied. "I'm.... I'm-a SHOWERIN'. You don't shower with PANTS, you shower NAKED. I'm NAKED."

To illustrate his point, he waved a hand in the spray, trying to splash rum onto Jeff.

Before Jeff could actually answer, he had a face full of rum. Soaking straight into his hair. "...Now that was completely unwarranted," he said, "...it's sort of sticky."

"Yeah, it's unwarra-- it's unawa-- it's... You didn't warten that. Sticky. Taste the sticky, it's magic!"

"My mother says I'm not allowed to get near sticky things," he said, "They make my head swell up."

Which didn't stop him from approaching the showers with a curious, if downtrodden expression.

"Probably," Sokka agreed, nodding soberly. "My head feels all swollen. You should try some!"

He lifted his chin and opened his mouth to catch some more of the falling rum.

Jeff stuck his hand under the shower. "Alright," he said, after about a minute (or a couple of seconds; he didn't count well, sometimes) of that, and slipped under the shower with his mouth open.

And still in clothes.

"I like showers," Sokka told him. "And I like you." He grinned. "...And showers. I like your showers. And the floor. I LOVE YOU, SHOWER FLOOR!!!"

The last thing Rodney expected to see when he walked into the bathroom was a group of pandas wearing tutus and playing poker. A close second to that would be his naked roommate on the floor surrounded by rum flowing from the shower head. "Oh, god," he groaned and wondered if he could get away with backing out and pretending he hadn't seen anything.

Sokka looked up and grinned. "MEREDNEY! Hiiiiiiiiii! Come on in, the shower's awesome!"

"Oh, god," he repeated. "I did not sign up for this."

"Me, neither," Sokka sighed. "That's AWESOME!!!" He licked some rum off his arm.

"You won't drown in rum if I leave you here alone, right?" Rodney asked hopefully.

"What rum?" Sokka asked, hopefully. "You have rum? Can I have some?"

"It looks like you've had enough already," Rodney stated sardonically.

"This isn't rum," Sokka told him, contrary to all available evidence. "'m takin' a shower."

"Do you always lick the floor when you take a shower?" If he did, Rodney would be really glad he always wore flip-flops in there.

"Nooooooooooooo," Sokka told him. "Only when it's AWESOME."

"Yep, you're trashed," Rodney confirmed.

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