I decided to post this for my very lovely fans ( just the two of them :( ) because I thought it was cute. As I told my buddy over MSN, I was adding to my compost pile of crap stories. Whee.

Wrote it in a Culinary Arts class. Guess I had more on my mind than enchiladas, :D

As you can tell, it is simple. I had to set the scene in the beginning, the rest is just blurbs of convo.

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Morning After…

This morning there would be no alarm clock to wake up to, since it was David's day off, yet the plumber still dreaded one thing – the disaster of the living room. It was the first thing David opened his eyes to see – a sea of beer bottles surrounding his island of a couch.

He grunted and stretched before kicking aside the bottles to make foot space on the ground. Then he stood, feeling groggy and not a little sore, having been balled up on the sofa for an entire night. And he would bet money that it wasn't only his hair that looked bad. The rubber band had been loosened from his restless turning in his sleep, causing the hair to frizz, puff, and he just knew it had created one hell of a knot.

From experience, he knew that it would be easily fixed with a hot, long steamy shower, which seemed more inviting than going at war with his hair armed with a comb. Problem was, to take a shower he needed clean clothing, and only one thing stood between him and his closet – that big lump of a man named Kevin.

Why did I let him take my bed? David's mind grumbled. Well…maybe I was repaying his kindness from yesterday. He was trying to get along with me and be nice. Maybe too nice. Then again, you were pretty friendly yourself, Dave.

David quickly shut down that train of thought and began to make a plan of action. What did he have going for him? Well, David figured Kevin was a heavy sleeper. After all, he had been so drunk last night, the effects of the alcohol probably hadn't worn off yet. Besides, David could move quite silently when he tried. What other choices do you have? You could walk around the apartment in your birthday suit until he crawls home.

Seconds later David was peering over the doorframe, looking into his room. Kevin seemed out of it, completely splayed across the mess of bed sheets with his head limpy turned to one side. I might just make it.

…or not.

Kevin stirred, head flopping to face David as a sliver of his eyes opened lazily.

David stepped out from his hiding place, thinking that he must have looked quite suspicious, sneaking around in his own home. "G'mornin', sleeping beauty."

An eyebrow was raised along with a drooped eyelid. "David?" Pause. "Oh. God. Oooohhh god-d-d."

David chuckled. "Hangover from hell, yes?"

"Uuurrrrrwwgg."

"Hmm…"

"My head...oh GOD…"

"Well, that's what happens when you drink too much."

Growl. "Laugh it up you fuck-k-k-errrr."

"Want an advil?"

Moan.

David smirked. "I'll take that as a yes."

A head surrounded by short brown radical hair was gripped.

"Was this a part of your plan?" David asked.

"...wha?"

"Were you aiming for a hangover? 'Cause you sure as hell got one. Hah...quality time my ass. Now you get to stay here while I nurse you back to health, right?"

Kevin managed a crooked smile. "Sounds good to me."

It was time for David to grouse.

The dishevelled man looked at him with perplexed eyes. "Hey Dave, why aren't you suffering?"

"I only had two bottles."

"Oh bullshit, I saw you grab a third!"

"Yeah, which you finished off before I could put my lips on it."

Giggle. "Hehe, that's right. Sorry."

"I think you learned your lesson."

"..."

"..."

"David?"

"Hmm?" The plumber shook from his doze.

"Advil. Please?"

"Oh yeah. You want anything else while I'm up? I don't suspect you'll be very active today."

Kevin would nod but decided otherwise. "Coffee?" he grunted.

"You like decaf?"

Groan.

"Green tea it is. Anything else?"

"...bathroom?"

David pointed. "Right over there."

"Thanks Dave." Blurrp.

"Oh and Kev?"

Cough, gurgle. "Yes?"

Grimance. "Please hurry."