Callan McLeod (balarney) wrote in astor_ridge, @ 2011-02-17 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | callan, callan and joe, joe |
Who: Callan and Joe
When: Tuesday morning, just after the Valentine's day party
Where: Callan and Erin's apartment
What: Lots of awkward and naked dudebro shenanigans
Callan stretched languidly as the light hitting his eyelids finally roused him to consciousness. His stomach ached like he'd eaten something rotten and it felt like he had a big wad of cotton in his mouth. A quick foray into his memories of the night before told him that he didn't have many, which meant he'd gotten a little more plastered than he should've. His stomach was probably sore from vomiting, and Erin was probably one pissed off woman.
Shit.
He rolled over, figuring he could maybe try to start smoothing things over with some sex when, instead of the slender curves of his fiance, his arm wrapped around someone very bulky and a bit more hairy, causing his eyes to snap open.
It wasn't Erin's head that greeted him, with it's long, wavy, silky smooth strands of brown hair, but an almost military buzz cut of salt and pepper.
Callan's hand snapped back like it was burned, making a choked sound in his throat as he began to propel himself backward, his feet tangling in the sheet as he reached the edge of the bed and sending him crashing to the floor.