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Narrative(?)
(Who:) Sean & Dupe (maybe Vincent if he decides to walk in)
(Where:) Vincent and Sean's Apartment
(When:) Around 12am
(What:) Sean gets writers block and does some 'relaxing'
(Rating:) PG-13?


Sean sighed as he ran his hands through his hair and looked at the computer screen in front of him. The paper-thin hologram displayed a text box with only a few lines and the blinking little line that indicated where his writing had stopped in a dead halt. He bit his lip and groaned, trying to think of something else he could weave into the article but nothing came to mind. He looked over his notes, he had seemed to have covered everything. He listened to his recording of the interview, no help there. He ultimately sighed in a breath of frustration and pushed the computer away from him across the coffee table in the living room of the apartment he and Vincent Grey now shared.

He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. He had had a lot of things on his mind lately, work, school, moving, rent for his old place, and far too many other things. Although Sean's mind drifted off for a second and finally landed in the most random of spots. Sean Maddox-Rouke was not usually the kind of guy to just live it up and party the night away, he was always far too busy. Well maybe tonight he should give it a try! But as far as he knew, Vincent wasn't home yet, people like Alek, Jonas and other friends were probably busy or had to wake up early the next morning. But then again, Sean was never truly alone. He tapped his foot against the couch and a dupe stood up, as if peeling away from the original Sean.

Half a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses later, Sean and the identical dupe sat there sprawled on the floor of the living room laughing at nothing in particular. It probably had something to do with the photo of Jonas that MM had recently posted. Something like this had happened before, but Sean had not expected it to happen again, not so soon anyway. It was a flickering, blur of a drunken moment before he turned his head to look at his duplicate. The dupe looked at him, both recovering from a laughing fit. The two identical Sean's took a moment to look at one another. This was weird, stupid, and probably wrong in some way but for the moment, neither the dupe, or the original Sean cared. It started out as a harmless, soft kiss on the lips. Eyes closed, hands on the carpeted floor. A harmless, small, fleeting, kiss.

Vodka never kept it at just that, did it? After another minute Sean and his dupe were pressed against the couch, arms around one another, hands tugging at the identical tank tops they each wore, a simple kiss growing to an almost rough and furious locking of the lips. Sean had always been a ladies man, as far as he knew, but things seemed to be changing. Maybe it was just the fact that it was a dupe, not another man, but just another him. Either way, something was changing but had no solid ending in sight. All that really mattered was the alcohol on the coffee table, the wife beater that was, at the moment, being tugged off by the dupe who was straddling his lap and kissing him again.

He could finish the article tomorrow.