Zane Rosen § Vanyel Ashkevron (ashke) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-02-14 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | daniel morgan, zane rosen |
Who: Daniel Morgan and Zane Rosen
What: A totally platonic movie night and sleepover.
Where: Zane’s house in Glastonbury.
When: Saturday, February 14th, afternoon to Sunday, February 15th, morning.
Warnings: PG-13 for language, alcohol use, and adorable idiots.
It had seemed like a great idea at the time, inviting Daniel over for a movie night. Sure, it had meant convincing Lydia that his place was almost as safe as Camelot, and more of those weird looks from her, but he'd come out of it feeling kind of victorious over not having to drag his inevitably drunk ass home to take care of the dog, or pack all of Duke’s stuff up so he'd be set at the castle for the night. It just made more sense, and kept the two of them from somehow forgetting they weren't working and dragging out some paperwork to do. Hey, they had habits, and those were hard to break.
What he'd forgotten was that his house had turned into a disaster zone since Ban had moved out. Zane hadn't been much for cleaning before he'd ended up with a live-in boyfriend, and once that had ended he had gone right back to bad habits. He was familiar enough with the mess that it didn't inconvenience him, Duke didn't give a shit, and Zach, Dustin, Freddie, and Henry had been over enough times that he'd given up on trying to make them believe he had this responsible adult thing under control. Daniel had never been to Zane’s place before, though, and a first visit rated at least a token attempt at making his house look nice.
Of course, he hadn't realized that until the night before, which meant he was trying to rush through a half-assed cleaning job the morning of Valentine's Day. Duke had decided it was some kind of game, which made it ten times harder until Zane shoved him out into the back yard so he could finish. By about half an hour before Daniel was supposed to show up, he'd managed to make the place look decent, so long as Daniel didn't open any closets, or cabinets, or the washer and dryer, or the dishwasher... Good enough, and it gave him just enough time to let the dog in and then jump in the shower.
His skin was still slightly damp when he dragged on a t-shirt and his oldest, most comfortable pair of jeans, so worn that there were patches where the denim was soft and thin enough that it might as well not be there at all. He'd toweled off his hair as well as he could, but it was still dripping, soaking the neck of his shirt. Yeah, no way of hiding that he'd been running behind. Ah well, at least you could see his floor, and no time for anything better, because Duke was starting to prance and bark, a sure sign he'd heard someone at the door.