Re: First you take a drink, then the drink takes you.
In no mood to suffer his cockadoo ways, Gael woke him. "I only say garbage ta Scott," she corrected of her princi-pal. Gael sat up and looked down at the still-groggy Mars. "Ye look like shit. It's sexy. Why the fuck did ye agree ta all that nonsense Snape had ye do?" They hadn't had a proper chat since their parting, and she had a lot to say, apparently.
So... Her nimble fingers moved outward and gave a prolonged ruffling to his gray-er, mussy hair. "Ye're cold," she accused, eyebrows set to 'nope'. Reverie leaned forward toward the end of the bed and took fistfuls of comforter to bring up to chest level, and spread the thing over Ronan. "I'll have to come start tuckin' ye in at night again..." Gael half-threatened.