Post by James Wessing on Feb 6, 2011 22:16:08 GMT -5
Bloody wanking sunshine. James cracked open one eye and glared at the window. Why the hell were the curtains open? He didn't leave them open last night...right?
James groaned and pressed his fist against his eyes with a snarl. He sat up and ran a hand through his mussed hair and looked down. His shirt was completely unbuttoned now. He grimaced at the sight of his body, still soft and fleshy. No amount of drinking was going to fix that.
With another throaty groan, James rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. A quick shower, a shave, and a normal morning routine later James was walking down the street with his thermos (straight whiskey this time) trying to work the hang-over out of his system. He couldn't show up to work looking like death had dragged him through the streets. He wore his sunglasses though.
Bloody wanking sun was too damn bright.
James was stumbling about the apartment, his shirt untucked and half buttoned. He kicked off his shoes, minimal wobbling involved, and fell face down onto the bed. James turned his head, spotting the moon through the curtains. "I should close those," He muttered to himself but fell asleep before he could
[/i]James groaned and pressed his fist against his eyes with a snarl. He sat up and ran a hand through his mussed hair and looked down. His shirt was completely unbuttoned now. He grimaced at the sight of his body, still soft and fleshy. No amount of drinking was going to fix that.
With another throaty groan, James rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. A quick shower, a shave, and a normal morning routine later James was walking down the street with his thermos (straight whiskey this time) trying to work the hang-over out of his system. He couldn't show up to work looking like death had dragged him through the streets. He wore his sunglasses though.
Bloody wanking sun was too damn bright.
