"I do not sleep-talk!" John repeated, his hands waving emphatically. His hair, tied back loosely at the nape of his neck, was beginning to come undone. "I don't." He added, crossing his arms with a small harrumph of indignation. With this motion, his hair finally burst forth from the flimsy, god-knows-how-old hair tie.
"Yes you do." Alexander said knowingly, his eyes glittering with humor at John's behavior. "You absolutely do. Back me up here!" He turned to his taller, darker friend with very very fluffy hair known as Lafayette. "Laf, you know I'm right." He added, but to his chagrin Lafayette simply smirked and shook his head.
Hercules, sitting across from him, reached across the table and grabbed both of Laf's hands, protectively cupping them in his larger ones. "Hold on, Alex. We're staying out of this. Work it out yourselves, hmm?" He spoke in his low, rumbling voice. Laf grinned and nodded in agreement, his eyes darting back and forth between his and his boyfriend's two friends as if watching a tennis match.
Alexander rolled his eyes and turned back to John, who smirked. "Hah! I told you so." He told a bemused Alexander. Alexander shook his head.
"No no no, not so fast Laurens." He said, holding up a finger. "They didn't say anything for or against me."
"Alright, then prove it. Prove I talk in my sleep, I dare you." Laurens said, a smirk playing across his lips- sure he had won. Alex cocked a brow at him and leaned forward slightly, arms crossed as he smiled.
"Are you inviting me to bed you, sweet John?" He asked in a tone of mock genuineness. John stood up, planting his hands firmly on the wood of the table between them, and leaned forward, his hair swooping forward with him and a strand falling in front of his face. His eyes flashed and he smirked.
"Maybe I am."