I'm wicked and I'm lazy. Who: Ben/Dionysus and Dominic/Quetzalcoatl. What: Dominic meets Ben and is hastily made late for work. Where: The lobby of Pax Letale. When: Monday 22nd August, 7.43m. Warnings: Ben's usual foul-mouth.
Ben was never a morning person. Even without the added bonus of hangovers and comedowns, he'd never been built for the AM, couldn't wrap his head around cheery morning folk and their ability to get anything done before lunchtime rolled around. He'd been out the night prior - unsurprisingly - though he'd stopped drinking earlier than he'd expected to, found himself distracted by dancing and one particular dancer in particular. As such, when he'd finally crawled his way back to his apartment block, he was already suffering under the weight of a fuzzy head and a heavy tongue and when he'd managed to get through the front doors of the building, he'd decided he needed just a few minutes rest after the ordeal of walking home, slumping down against the doors and closing his eyes.