| The Strangest Sleep-Over Ever |
[23 May 2009|07:32pm] |
Who: Jamie, Brodie & Muse
What: Settling in to Muse's suite.
Where: ... Muse's Suite.
When: Evening-ish
Warnings: NSFW. Delicious boys.
Maddie had been very helpful at getting all the bags upstairs but then he had gotten them into the suite all on his own. A short time ago, there'd been that meeting about what the Hell they were going to do about security and and the whole murder thing. It was starting to seem like it was very important to be at every single meeting now even if you didn't have an opinion on what to do.
So now it was back to Muse's suite. He was settled on a couch with a tiny bottle of whiskey (stupid mini-bar) and kind of staring at the remains of the bottled Vicodin he was holding. But he shook his head and stuck it in his pocket. None of that now. Maybe he should have tossed it overboard but just in case. For his knee. Right.
He shifted around, looking over the back of the couch, resting his arms and head on top, "Brodiiie. Muuuse. What're you doing?"
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