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Nathan was still snuggled down with Charles when the alarm failed to go off the next morning. In fact it was several hours past the manager's normal waking time when he finally groaned and managed to croak out a single question, "What time is it?"
"Noon thirtyish," the singer yawned, not even bothering to open his eyes as he enjoyed the warm body by him.
"We're late!" Charles exclaimed earning himself a headache, "I'm late!" Instantly he covered his eyes with his arm and whimpered a little.
"For what?" Nathan yawned again, cracking his eyes open at last at the smaller man's whines.
"Work Nathan - ugh, my head," the CFO whimpered a bit more as the gong went off once more inside his skull.
"Hung-over," the front man nodded, groaning a little himself as his own head throbbed. "You, uh, probably should stay here."
"I can't move anyway," Charles smiled just a little as he closed his eyes again, feeling utterly safe in Nathan's arms.
Smirking, Nathan gently kissed the smaller man's forehead, whispering gently in his ear, "Want me to, uh, send for food?"
"That'd be nice," the manager sighed slightly.
While Nathan handled calling down for room service, Charles rolled over onto his back and stretched out. Seeing this, Nathan smiled and began tracing patterns lightly against his chest, chuckling to himself.
"Can sleep in a little longer," Charles murmured, slowly fading back into dream land.
"Sleep plenty," Nathan whispered placing a soft kiss to his lover's sleeping neck and temple before slipping away to find his equally hung-over brothers.
Down in the rec-room, all four men were gathered lazing around and nursing their own aching heads and waiting for their singer, manager and keyboardist to show up.
"Anyone knows where the robot and Nathans ams? I'm goings back to bed if they don'ts show ups," Skwisgaar grumbled, rubbing his head slightly.
"Whys?" Toki asked as he turned on cartoons.
"Didn't we have a record to finish or schomething?" Murderface grumbled.
"Well is no Nathans, no Seleney, wes could has sex," the brunette guitarist blinked, turning his eyes to his blond counterpart.
"Hmm," Skwisgaar gave the idea a few moments of thought before nodding, "coulds."
"Not with each other you two!" Pickles yelled from his spot on the couch at the two Scandinavians, all in good humor of course.
"Schomeone get schome schanks!" Murderface suggested prompting the drummer to shrug and contact a gear to get several.
"Hell yeah!" the bassist exclaimed as he chased after the eager women, rushing right past the sleeping vampire's bedroom. "Now this isch the life," he sighed happily amidst the pile of whores and rock stars.
"Yeas," Toki agreed, burying his face into a blonde's chest sighing.
"Charles should sleeps in late more oftens," Skwisgaar stated, running his fingers through Toki's hair absentmindedly.
No sooner had the words slipped from the blonde's lips then Nathan appeared in the doorway, "Ok, lets get this sh-t finished guys."
"Aww, we need a day off, right guysch?" William groaned glancing at the other three for backup.
"It's like three f-cking tracks," the singer countered.
"Nathans ams right!" Toki stated with a sudden grin. "Wes get its done now wes gets tomorrow off!"
"Exactly," Nathan agreed, leading the group to the studio with Murderface groaning obnoxiously the entire time.
For hours the boys rocked out with no witness but Dick to their hard efforts.
"That's it you guys," Pickles stretched his arms, tossing his drumsticks off to the side as the others nodded in agreeance and satisfaction.
"Is food times?" Toki asked with a hopeful smile as his stomach rumbled.
"I thinks we deserve it," Skwisgaar nodded smiling back slightly.
"Yay!" the rhythm guitarist exclaimed, bolting from the studio.
"I'll, uh, catch up," Nathan nodded heading for the door.
"Your loss," William laughed as Nathan shook his head vanishing down the hallway towards Charles' office while his brothers vanished the other way towards the dinning hall.