Texts From Gotham

A Word: All texts taken as is and unaltered from the TFLN database. Drabbles may or may not be loosely connected. Just assume they're not as pairings and what not will change to reflect the specific texts used as inspiration.

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(734): Who suggested the eggnog wet t-shirt contest last night like whose idea was that

(517): Speaking

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean dried eggnog out of carpet?" Tim's not yelling, but he's got that little hitch at the end of his sentence that means the wrong words can change that really fast.

"Uh," Kon rolls over on his bed and scratches the back of his neck as he looks at the clock he's been trying to ignore. It's only 11 AM which isn't too early to be up but is definitely too early to be cleaning up after the party from last night. "I'm gonna guess and say it's very hard?"

"'Very hard' is what Gar's going through now trying to get eggnog out of his chest hair," Tim says and his voice is lower which means Kon chose the right words to say. A victory, because Kon's really good at getting Tim to yell without meaning to. "The carpet is a whole other level difficulty. As in, get out of bed and come down here now. We're ripping it out before this stuff can start to spoil and stink up the Tower."

"Dude," Kon starts to complain then thinks better of it. Not fast enough to say he's on his way though.

"Or," Tim's voice drops doing that half growl thing it does when he's getting ready to shake someone down for information. "I could come up to your room with the left over eggnog and show you what the problem is."

"Fine, just let me get dressed," Kon groans and rolls out of bed. Looking around for the jeans he's sure he dropped near the bed. "You don't need to threaten me."

Tim hangs up and Kon pulls on the only slightly wrinkled jeans. He pockets his phone and gets up. Wrinkling his nose as he steps on something slightly wet. His shirt from last night wadded up in a still wet ball. He picks it up and gags at the sickly sweet smell that's starting to come off it before holding it out and away from himself.

Yeah, alright, fine. He's willing to admit it might not have been the smartest idea in the long run, but he's still going to maintain that it was an awesome plan when Starfire decided she didn't want to waste any of the drink afterwards.

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