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Prompt: Jack/Nathan, hangover
He wished Sarah had a mute button. He also wished his head had a stop-pounding button.
Actually, there was probably someone right now at GD working on it. And it would probably end up turning the whole town into zombies or giving people telekinetic abilities or something. And he, as sheriff, would manage to find a way to save the whole town and still look like a silly ass.
Stupid town. Stupid headache. Stupid light bulb. Why is it so damn bright?
Jack's thoughts were interrupted then by the sound of the sink running in the bathroom. 'What the hell did I do last night?' Jack wondered.
Suddenly, with panic, a moment from the previous night came back to Jack. He was talking to Henry, and he said - could he have really said -, "Let's go back to my house Henry. You can pretend to be Nathan and I'll pretend to be Allison. No, wait, I'll be Nathan and you'll be me! No, I should be me. Wait, give me a minute, I'll figure this out."
This was definitely going to put a crimp in his friendship with Henry, Jack thought.
But when the bathroom door, opened, it wasn't Henry who walked out wearing a towel and stood right next to the bed so his waist was at Cater's eyes.
"Hey, Jack. You don't look too good. You know that it's been proven that sex is the best hangover cure?"
Finally remembering the night before, Jack answered, "Forget it. Last night you said sex is the best cure for drunkenness. I cannot BELIEVE Henry asked you to take me home. That jerk."
"Actually what he asked me to do is to 'stop jerking the guy around and nail him already. Playing hard to get is not attractive in a middle aged megalomaniacal scientist'." He used the little air quotes around Henry's words, which looked weird coming from him.
"Remind me to tell him what I think of that," muttered Jack, annoyed and kind of embarrassed.
"Don't worry," said Nathan as he crawled back into bed, "I won't let you forget to thank him." .