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[thewildone]

Yesterday morning I woke up and told myself, "Don't drink the green beer, Curt. No one dyes a decent beer green." I don't actually remember when I decided to ignore my own advice, but it was probably some time after I got the sparkly green hat. I don't tend to regret partying, but I regret the green beer at least. That shit's disturbing coming back up.

[Private to Stephen]
At any point last night, did you draw a shamrock on my ass? Because if that wasn't you, I only have more questions.

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[thewildone]

Ngh. I've definitely been worse. I took some aspirin.

[totallyinaband]

I'm still waiting for mine to kick in. I have a feeling this is a stay-in-pjs day.

[thewildone]

That sounds really good.

I think I'm gonna risk standing. I'll see you where there's coffee.

[totallyinaband]

Good luck. Let me know if you make it to the other side of the apartment alive.

[thewildone]

[Curt pulls on boxers, because being at Stephen's involves an unpredictable assortment of other possible people, and shuffles zombie-like in the direction of the kitchen]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen's just pouring himself his first cup of coffee. Maybe he should stick to black for the first few cups.]

Hey you.

[thewildone]

G'morning.

[Curt goes in for what appears to be a hug but is really a ploy to steal a sip of Stephen's coffee, because clearly that's required before he can go to the effort of getting his own.]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen hugs back until he notices Curt stealing his coffee.]

Okay now I feel used.

[thewildone]

[Curt just grins unrepentantly and gets his own mug of coffee, leaning into Stephen mostly because he's comfy, but also slightly for support.]

I have a suspect in the Shamrock mystery.

[totallyinaband]

Oh yeah. Should I be getting jealous?

[Stephen's not going to complain about being used as a human leaning pole and wraps his free hand around Curt's hip.]

[thewildone]

Who do we know who's blond, can't be trusted with pens or markers while drunk, ignores personal boundaries, and is not me?

[totallyinaband]

Do I get three guesses?

[thewildone]

If you really need them.

[totallyinaband]

We should stop allowing Lucy any access to art supplies at parties. Unless she's been bringing her own.

[thewildone]

I think she might be. Who else has glitter pens?

[totallyinaband]

We need to start frisking her at the door, clearly.

[thewildone]

I dunno, where's the fun in that?

[Curt tops off his coffee and gestures back toward the bedroom.]

C'mon, I've had all I can take of being vertical.

[totallyinaband]

Sounds good.

[Stephen leans in to steal a quick kiss, now that he tastes like coffee instead of beer.]

[thewildone]

[Curt kisses back although not very energetically, and tugs him along.]

[totallyinaband]

[He lets his hands settle in the small of Curt's back as he lets himself get tugged back into his bedroom. He's not actually interested in sex at the moment, for once. His head is still pounding and it doesn't seem to want to let up soon. But he likes the way Curt's skin feels warm under his hands in the morning.]