| in the morning, you know you won't remember a thing (open to Grey) |
[12 Oct 2010|04:14pm] |
Waking up was one of the things Jude hated most in life. It was right up there with being out of drugs, having no money and the forced awkward dinners with his mother. Of course, the reason he hated waking up so much was because more often than not it was accompanied with a serious hangover. There was a searing pain between his temples the second Jude opened his eyes and acknowledged the morning and he very nearly closed them again. Instead, he instinctively glanced over for a sleeping body and was momentarily confused when there wasn't one. Usually when Jude slept over somewhere it was because he'd slept with someone. The absence of a typical one night stand was puzzling, at least until he sat up and looked around the room properly. The surroundings were pretty familiar -they would be, since he cleaned hundreds of rooms identical to it every week- but it was the added personal touches that clued Jude in.
Practically rolling out of bed, he half-heartedly pulled on the pants that were lying on the floor only to throw them back down when he realised he couldn’t get them on past his knees. Finding his own was proving too difficult so boxers it was as he wandered barefoot out of the bedroom and eventually into the kitchenette. As ill as he felt, Jude did manage a sheepish smile aimed in Grey's direction when he saw the other man. "So did I manage to call you this time or did someone do it for me?" Occasionally Grey got one of Jude's 'friends' asking if he’d collect him when he was too far gone to do it himself. More often than not though, he managed to do the slurred 3am phone-call all by himself. "Got anything to eat?" he asked after a moment, apparently not afraid to push his luck.
[Grey]
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