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Tweak says, "...but my friends call me Borf"

terrynboot (terrynboot) wrote in ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-16 11:00:00

Who: Terry Boot, James Montague, and a brief appearance by Coach K
When: Saturday Morning
Where: James' Flat
What: Coach K is angry over the article and Terry tries to murder him. Or just glare.
Rating: PG-13 for brief nudity
Status: Complete

Why was it that every morning, as of late, Terry was destined to wake up with a bitter taste in his mouth? Stupid vomit wanted to come up, but he wouldn't let it. Oh no, he was not moving a muscle. Terry groaned, moving a little in bed and promptly realised something was not right. There was somebody else with him. And it wasn't his room. The first word to come to mind was SHITE, but it was promptly pushed away by a nice series of memories from the night before. James. Lucy. He was in bed with Lucy.

Timidly opening one eye, Terry peeked out from under the covers to see Lucy sprawled out on the bed, drooling on the covers. He felt his heart speed up and he could only smile as he watched Lucy sleeping. "Love you." There, he said it again. Not slurred. Though he really should say it to him when Lucy WASN'T asleep. After a few moments of watching he decided a bit more sleep wouldn't be too bad. Snuggling into the covers, Terry smiled and made a happy noise. He was in bed with Lucy. All was right in the world.

Or it was until he heard a racket coming from the door. It sounded like somebody was trying to break it down. Then a scream made him realise he was NOT imagining things. Some angry man was inside Lucy's bedroom, throwing a paper at James, and screaming at the top of his lungs. Terry wondered on whether it would be a bad idea to let his presence be known. "Oi. He's SLEEPING." Terry glared over the covers. He was not a nice Terry when hungover.

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montaluca
2008-08-16 10:17 am UTC (link)

James had been woken up in a lot of bad ways, but he decided that something hitting his face rather hard was definitely one of the worst ways to wake up. That accompanied by someone screaming around and making his head hurt even more. Groaning he blinked and tried to focus on his surroundings. Realisation number one: Terry was there. Cuddled up to him. That was definitely good. Realisation number two: for some unknown reason Coach K was there as well. Definitely not good.

Reaching for the paper that had been thrown at him James glanced at the front page, swallowing hard. Oh shit. He'd been so out of it yesterday that he hadn't realised that someone had taken fucking pictures of them. Why oh why wasn't he granted a moments peace?

Meanwhile Coach K's attention had turned from James to Terry and his glare intensified.

"YOU!" He pointed accusingly at Terry as if he himself had written the article. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He spat, waving his hands around in the air.

James had watched for a bit, secretly wondering how many shades of red Coach K's face would turn. So far he had counted two. Pulling Terry closer he glared back, wishing he'd be somewhere peaceful and quiet.

"He's here because I want him to be here and that rubbish paper is constantly writing shit about me, so why do you make such a fuss about it now?"

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terrynboot
2008-08-16 10:25 am UTC (link)

So THAT was Coach K! He was TERRIFYING! Though at the moment Terry found himself wanting to murder the overbearing Coach. Poor Lucy. Lucy had done nothing wrong and... Terry took the paper and looked it over. "I knew somebody was taking pictures." He gave James a look as if to say I told you so.

Then the stupid Coach started yelling at HIM and that was when Terry found himself ready to snap. Or he had been pretty close to it before James pulled him close and Terry found himself nuzzling his friend. Screw the Coach. "Apparently he doesn't like the fact you're with a bloke." Terry managed to get out. He sat up and glared at the Coach.

"Do you have any idea how horrible my hangover is? Do you know how long it's taken to get James to say what he did last night? You have two options. You can either leave or you can stay here while I snog James, since I was too drunk to do it last night. Be glad this means he won't be so distracted with every other body walking by. Now please excuse me while I go vomit."

Terry slowly crawled off the bed and made his way to the toilet, making sure to brush his teeth after he was done vomiting.

	montaluca 2008-08-16 12:44 pm UTC (link)
	"ONLY yours," James laughed, leaning up a bit to meet Terry's lips. He pouted lightly when Terry moved away and rolled over, trying to pull him back down. "Every other person? I can't think of anyone else trying to help us along," He shrugged. "And yeah well...maybe...I just hate apologizing," James sighed, curling around the pillow. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	montaluca 2008-08-16 01:58 pm UTC (link)
	"Hmmm" James took his time looking Terry up and down. "Well..it's okay, I guess. But I'm sure you can do better than that," He grinned. Wrinkling his nose he slowly uncurled. "No kisses? But kisses in bed are just so much better..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	terrynboot 2008-08-16 02:03 pm UTC (link)
	"I can?" Terry, still smiling, looked down at what he still had on. He had gotten rid of his sneakers. He tugged off his socks and then looked up at James. "Better?" Terry moved to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning just enough to brush his lips across James'. "Fine. You can have SOME kisses in bed. But only some.: (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	montaluca 2008-08-16 02:49 pm UTC (link)
	"So what? You love it when I'm clingy because you are kinky," James grinned, not loosening his arms around Terry once and holding him close. "Well...the 'practically' is still keeping me from saying it is good. Practically naked is not as good as actually naked, you see?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)