Prompt 4, One Sock
A/N: Non-cannon pairing haters to the left. AU futuristic Marco/Rachel, because it's my fanon crack.
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The first time he said something ridiculously stupid the morning after (though thankfully not the original first morning after, or there would never have been a follow up), Marco ended up running out of Rachel's apartment with nearly every article of his previous night's attire being pelted at his head from the top of the stairwell.
Clad only in his boxers, Marco slammed the stairwell door shut behind him, pauing to lean,panting against the cold metal door, and prayed anyone that was listening that Rachel stayed upstairs. Pulling a now mateless sock off of his head, he debated his next move in a strange city with no wallet, no car keys, and no other acquaintances.
A more pressing train out though distracted him, however, and he grinned in a distinctly satisfied manner as Marco replayed recent events inside his head. Dear God, Rachel was gorgeous when she was angry- especially too enraged remember to get dressed before perusing him.