RP: Travis, TJ, Doug Who: Travis, TJ and a side of Doug Where: their house When: 2:45am October 19, 2012 Summary: Another night at work, another headache
Travis had gone to work feeling just fine. It wasn't a great job. Pegasus was too crowded, too loud and too much like a wet dream for barely legal gay men, but it was work, even if it didn't pay as much as they needed. No, the job wasn't great, but it should have been easy.
Except it wasn't.
It was the opposite of easy. The headache came just the stream of images began. It was like having his own private TV, feeding directly into his head, letting him see bits and pieces of the lives of the men inside Pegasus, until he was ready to throw up. Which he did. Three times. He really should have gone home, but it was his third day, the first of the second week. If he wanted to keep the job, he needed to stay where he was
Driving home was another experience. Only his driving skills and the fact that the roads were almost empty let him get home without getting into an accident. By the time he opened the front door, he could barely function at all. He went to the bathroom they used (no need to clean two bathrooms if they didn't have to), peeled his clothes off and left them on the floor. He was going for the tub, but then he was pouring his guts out in the bathroom again, heaving until there was nothing left in his stomach. The taste of bile stunk in his mouth, and when he could stand up again, he reached for his toothbrush and knocked the cup and the other toothbrushes down, the noise loud in the silence of the night, even louder with the way his head felt.
He fixed everything and then he took his toothbrush and paste with him into the tub. He opened the water and sat down in the tub, letting the water clean him without having to move too much. He'd get to the soap and shampoo. Eventually If his head didn't kill him first.