Week 4F: Party
Sailor Raspberry
164 words
The television was the only light that filled the living room. Re-runs of the day's previous news cast played, and as they both stared blankly at the screen, their hands entwined over the couch cushions.
"That was the worst party I've ever been to."
Mamoru laughed dryly and tilted his head back to watch the ceiling fan twirl. "It started to get good. Your grandfather took his toupee off and started dancing on the kitchen table. But by then you were passed out on the floor."
Usagi laughed and fiddled with the golden wedding band on his ring finger. "I hardly got any sleep yesterday. Could you blame me?"
"No, not really."
She lifted his hand and scooted closer. "We could have our own party, if you want."
He mumbled something and rested his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck and kissed his jaw.
But, before she could muster up a reply, they were already asleep.