Alex was so.fucking.tired. To the point of murdering whoever tried to wake him. Though waking him wasn't easy. It was a double edged sword really. Alex was curled up with the blanket over his head snoring loudly seeing as he only went to bed a an hour or so ago. Like last time, when he was rudely awakened by Josh screaming, Alex was not easily going to be alert. Someone was touching his head. Who the hell was touching his head? He wasn't putting two and two together.
Then something about drunk, his name, God. God wanted to get drunk with him? Ugh. A hand snaked out from under the blanket, landing promptly on Bobby's face and pushing hard. Alex grumbled and shifted on his bed. "Not now God." Alex was going back to sleep. Sleep, yes. Partying with the big man would totally have to wait.