Sunday: February/22/09
Who: Charlie and Lupe When: Sunday morning Where: his apartment What: teaching a succubus to curse in English
Charlie still thought the idea of him teaching anyone anything was a little far fetched. But Hope seemed to think it was a good idea, and now he'd promised to be an English tutor to the new succubus on campus. What a strange turn of events. It was good for him though. Maybe it would give him shit to do other than sit around drinking and feeling sorry for himself. He needed to get out of this funk.
It wasn't early, but considering how much he'd drank the night before, Charlie got up at a reasonable hour. There wasn't a trace of a hangover, because he didn't really get them anymore, and he slipped a few shots of tequila into his morning cup of blood just to take the edge off. It helped, or maybe he just thought it did, but if a placebo did the trick, then good, right?
After a quick shower, he changed into some relaxed jeans and an old, black AC/DC t-shirt that was softened from age and frequent use. He loved it. Charlie didn't bother with shoes or socks. He just stretched out on the sofa and scribbled in a notepad until Lupe arrived.