"Okay, so where the hell do we fit in all this?" He was tired, not only was he tired, every square inch of space was currently being occupied in his apartment and in Max's apartment and it looked like Logan's was covered as well.
Tiptoeing through the door and over a few bodies currently sleeping on the floor, the younger mothers, mostly of the X8's, Max grabbed Alec's hand and pulled him with her through the main room and into a hallway. "Would you shh?" she hissed quietly, carefully stepping around the scattered things.
Alec suppressed the urge to sigh loudly and instead pushed Max into the first available room that sounded unoccupied so they could talk without her getting more pissed off. Slamming the door and switching on the light he found that it was indeed empty, but it was also Logan's master bedroom. "What's going on?"
Rubbing her eyes, Max released Alec from her grasp and turned to lock the door, she was tired also, and was aware enough to realize that she had crossed the line from being pleasant hours ago. "Look, Logan changed his mind at the last moment, said that hiding fifty strange women in his apartment without knowing why was fine but he didn't want to be here, so he went to a relatives."
Alec ran a hand through his hair, he had been putting up with Logan's whining, Max's death threats, and at least ten women at any given time swamping him with questions and thanks and bedding issues. He was willing to admit that his brain wasn't functioning quite up to speed, and her speech had just quite effectively confused him. "You lost me there, Max."
Sighing, and still being very quiet, Max unzipped her jacked and pulled off her gloves, announcing, "Okay, I know this is horribly selfish of me, but we just helped a hundred women escape and spent last night on the floor. So, I'm willing to share if you are."
Share, he wondered, work, brain, work. Share. The bed! Oh, a bed! "Max," he said, so seriously that she looked up at him in slight concern, "I have seriously been dreaming about my bed for hours now. And while Logan's room is creepily pastel, I am definitely willing to share."
With that, Alec took a virtually silent running dive past Max and onto the bed, stomach first. He let out a slight 'oof' upon impact but managed to muffle it sufficiently. He promptly began to snuggle into a ball of covers right in the middle of the bed, Max hastily finished untying her boots and climbed on the bed as well, hissing, "Hey, move over!"
Grabbing one of Logan's peach colored pillows to silence a laugh in, Alec proceeded to grab even more of the covers before he contained his laughter. Kicking his boots over the edge of the bed, and beginning to take off his own jacket, Alec graced Max with as much of an innocent grin as he could manage. "I said I'd share, didn't say I'd make it easy for you."
"You asshole," Max growled, grabbed Alec's flailing arm that he was trying to get out of his jacket and pulled him over to her side of the bed before climbing over him and stretching out on the other side. "I'm going to tell your mother you need to learn how to-"
Alec bowling into her and knocking her off the bed cut off her impromptu speech. Thrilled by his successful control of the center of the bed, Alec stood up and did a little happy dance, "I got the bed," he whisper-sang, "I got the bed, nahnahnahnahnah."
Standing back up, Max took in this little dance and song routine with something akin to amazed silence. She could not believe that Alec was actually sticking his tongue out and making those little 'nahnahnahnahnah' noises. Convinced that he really had reverted to the age of five mentally, she hopped back on the bed and tackled him. "Oh my God, you need to be spanked or something!"
Considering possible replies to this statement, Alec finally decided that as much fun as pissing Max off was, he really didn't want to see if she was serious, or how long it could take to find that out. Wriggling away from the vicious transgenic, he scooted to one side of the bed and gestured for her to take the other. "Okay, I give up, sleep now."
Max was about to protest at his complete change in mood when she realized that Alec was not pretend sleeping, he had actually dropped and fallen asleep. And he was right; sleep was a very good idea, except he had managed to keep all the covers. Max found an end of plum comforter and yanked until there was enough for her to climb under. "Yahuh, what you said," she muttered.