WHO: Matt and Félix WHEN: February 14th, late morning WHERE:Félix'sroom WHAT: Cupid being a little jerk RATING: TBD STATUS: Complete
Félix groaned as he woke. The sun was already shining through the window, hitting him squarely on the face. He rubbed his eyes and tried to ignore it by pulling the blanket over his head, but the damage was done and he was awake. With another groan, he pushed himself upright, feeling his brain slosh as he did. For the hundredth time he wondered why he let Matt talk him into drinking so much the night before other than the blond was ridiculously persuasive.
Looking down at himself, Félix realized he'd fallen asleep fully dressed. His clothes were rumpled and stank of stale cigarette smoke from the bar. Carefully standing, Félix stretched. Everything felt cramped from sleeping on the loveseat in his office. He'd given Matt his bed, which ended with some amusing compliments from his drunk friend.
Once he was sure he wouldn't fall over from moving, Félix went to the coffee machine on his desk and prepped it to do its job. In the meanwhile, he absolutely needed to get out of last night's clothes. He hated feeling gross. First, he made a pit-stop in the bathroom so he could brush his teeth and wash his face. Félix pulled his button up and undershirt off as he walked into his bedroom, being as quiet as possible to keep from waking Matt as he pulled out a drawer from the dresser.