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Beyond McKinley - November 1st, 2011
a GLEE college verse rpg
01 November 2011 @ 12:05 am
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01 November 2011 @ 03:58 pm
"Ain't no way to explain or say, How painful the hangover was today."
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nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeff
What: The morning after THE night before
Where: Kurt & Blaine's apartment
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Let's leave it open
No, Nick didn't just wake up with a Hangover from Hell. He woke up with a Hangover from Hell, covered in Hickies of Doom. His chest was covered in them, and he only discovered this after he spent 57 minutes with his head in the toilet praying to the porcelain god and pretty sure he had never been that religious before in his life. There must have been a lot more booze consumed than he remembered, but what he did remember, just really couldn't be so, right?
Right.
At least, that was what he convinced himself after he puked himself inside out and then stumbled back to the guestroom and found a naked Jeff in the single bed that had been Nick's bed since they arrived at the Hummel-Andersons. And the bed that Jeff had been sleeping in perfectly made and untouched. It didn't help that Nick had a really sore ass and he was pretty sure those were bite marks on his arm too.
"Oh fuck... oh shit... oh god..." he mumbled, peeling the edge of the robe back he had pulled on inside out in his haste to get to the bathroom. And that was when he saw the back of his hand, written in bright red Magic Marker in caps was 'YOU TWO ARE PAYING FOR THE RUG DRY-CLEANING!!!'
Oh. No.
nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeffWhat: The morning after THE night before
Where: Kurt & Blaine's apartment
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Let's leave it open
No, Nick didn't just wake up with a Hangover from Hell. He woke up with a Hangover from Hell, covered in Hickies of Doom. His chest was covered in them, and he only discovered this after he spent 57 minutes with his head in the toilet praying to the porcelain god and pretty sure he had never been that religious before in his life. There must have been a lot more booze consumed than he remembered, but what he did remember, just really couldn't be so, right?
Right.
At least, that was what he convinced himself after he puked himself inside out and then stumbled back to the guestroom and found a naked Jeff in the single bed that had been Nick's bed since they arrived at the Hummel-Andersons. And the bed that Jeff had been sleeping in perfectly made and untouched. It didn't help that Nick had a really sore ass and he was pretty sure those were bite marks on his arm too.
"Oh fuck... oh shit... oh god..." he mumbled, peeling the edge of the robe back he had pulled on inside out in his haste to get to the bathroom. And that was when he saw the back of his hand, written in bright red Magic Marker in caps was 'YOU TWO ARE PAYING FOR THE RUG DRY-CLEANING!!!'
Oh. No.
01 November 2011 @ 03:58 pm
"Ain't no way to explain or say, How painful the hangover was today."
Who: nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeff
What: The morning after THE night before
Where: Kurt & Blaine's apartment
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Let's leave it open
No, Nick didn't just wake up with a Hangover from Hell. He woke up with a Hangover from Hell, covered in Hickies of Doom. His chest was covered in them, and he only discovered this after he spent 57 minutes with his head in the toilet praying to the porcelain god and pretty sure he had never been that religious before in his life. There must have been a lot more booze consumed than he remembered, but what he did remember, just really couldn't be so, right?
Right.
At least, that was what he convinced himself after he puked himself inside out and then stumbled back to the guestroom and found a naked Jeff in the single bed that had been Nick's bed since they arrived at the Hummel-Andersons. And the bed that Jeff had been sleeping in perfectly made and untouched. It didn't help that Nick had a really sore ass and he was pretty sure those were bite marks on his arm too.
"Oh fuck... oh shit... oh god..." he mumbled, peeling the edge of the robe back he had pulled on inside out in his haste to get to the bathroom. And that was when he saw the back of his hand, written in bright red Magic Marker in caps was 'YOU TWO ARE PAYING FOR THE RUG DRY-CLEANING!!!'
Oh. No.
nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeffWhat: The morning after THE night before
Where: Kurt & Blaine's apartment
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Let's leave it open
No, Nick didn't just wake up with a Hangover from Hell. He woke up with a Hangover from Hell, covered in Hickies of Doom. His chest was covered in them, and he only discovered this after he spent 57 minutes with his head in the toilet praying to the porcelain god and pretty sure he had never been that religious before in his life. There must have been a lot more booze consumed than he remembered, but what he did remember, just really couldn't be so, right?
Right.
At least, that was what he convinced himself after he puked himself inside out and then stumbled back to the guestroom and found a naked Jeff in the single bed that had been Nick's bed since they arrived at the Hummel-Andersons. And the bed that Jeff had been sleeping in perfectly made and untouched. It didn't help that Nick had a really sore ass and he was pretty sure those were bite marks on his arm too.
"Oh fuck... oh shit... oh god..." he mumbled, peeling the edge of the robe back he had pulled on inside out in his haste to get to the bathroom. And that was when he saw the back of his hand, written in bright red Magic Marker in caps was 'YOU TWO ARE PAYING FOR THE RUG DRY-CLEANING!!!'
Oh. No.