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Post by Cyclops on Jun 20, 2006 22:50:19 GMT -5
"I do the remembering, Ray," Scott replied, "the flag's just a small reminder." He unwound the rope and pulled the flag and underwear upwards, making room for the other pairs.
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Post by Ray on Jun 20, 2006 22:55:42 GMT -5
"I wasn't talking 'bout the flag itself," Ray said; "Just the people who mailed it out..."
He threaded another pair on, knotting it so it wouldn't slip.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 20, 2006 22:58:02 GMT -5
"Do they even mail flags to places like this," Scott asked...somehow the idea of a mail service mailing a flag off to the Institute seemed ridiculous...flags didn't get sent out like pennies from charities hoping to convince you to give money. He grabbed another pair of underwear and knotted the end onto the rope.
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Post by Ray on Jun 20, 2006 22:59:53 GMT -5
"The government will do anything to get a flag outside a home these days..." Ray sighed, now sitting down as he threaded underwear on the rope. His eyes were a little hooded.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 20, 2006 23:08:02 GMT -5
Scott grabbed the last pair of underwear and attached it. With a smile he sent it all shooting up the pole...it was quite the sight to behold. A yawn escaped Scott's mouth. "Well, if I couldn't fall asleep earlier I definitely could now...of course Logan's DR session's probably in a matter of hours." He grabbed the T-shirt and untied the knots earlier made figuring he'd just toss it down the clothing chute.
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Post by Ray on Jun 21, 2006 13:29:59 GMT -5
Ray nodded, standing and saluting to the underwear; "The session will be worth it," he said, pretending to get teary eyed. Then, he started laughing, and then, he yawned.
"Okay, we better get the liqour and put it back, then, to bed!" he started heading back for the balcony.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 13:45:12 GMT -5
"Almost forgot about the liquor," Scott said. It was amazing how easily he'd forgotton about it's lonely state up in the balcony. "Hope Wolverine doesn't smell us all over the booze...or vice versa." He followed Ray up to the balcony trying to think of a way to throw Wolverine off their track but could think of nothing except a shower and a lie about looking for a wire for one of the DR control panels should he ask.
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Post by Ray on Jun 21, 2006 13:55:15 GMT -5
"Easy fix," Ray said as he went to the balcony; "We shower, sprinkle pepper, and put on our best angel faces."
He picked up the empty beercans, looking at the shirt; "Might want to tie that up again..." he advised.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 14:00:46 GMT -5
Scott shook his head at having to tie it up again...and then thought better of it a smile creeping along his face. Beer smell on a t-shirt belonging to Bobby? It was too good to be true. "And you think sprinkling pepper and showering is going to work," he asked, tying the shirt up and opening it so Ray could put the bottles in. "I think his nose might be a little better than that..."and then he noticed how precious little of the Jack Daniels there was left "I can't believe you drank most of the bottle of Jack."
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Post by Ray on Jun 21, 2006 14:03:32 GMT -5
"Yeah, and I'm still standing!" Ray said with a laugh; "It's a sad, sad gift, being able to drink so well..."
He dumped the beer bottles in, and then, put the jack daniels in as well; "No point keeping it," he said with a shrug.
He bent down then and picked up the case, giving the balcony a quick once-over; "Okay, think we're good to go."
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 14:08:04 GMT -5
"Right..a gift." Scott placed his chair back in the corner it had started in before he'd sat down earlier in the night. He started to make the trip downstairs and outside, pausing as he thought about the conundrum."Think we should recycle the bottles," Scott asked...he couldn't help it, he was very aware that the bottles could probably be melted down to make more bottles...bottles that would probably contain more alcohol some day.
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Post by Ray on Jun 21, 2006 14:22:17 GMT -5
Ray groaned; "Dude, it's three in the morning, you're tipsy, we just stole underwear to hang on a flag pole..." he eyed him; "And you ask that?" he looked skyward with a little laugh; "Well Hell, sure why not," he said; "I'm gonna take this back to the 'basement'." he said, motioning with the box.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 14:27:09 GMT -5
"It's all that 'recycle, reduce, reuse' stuff they jam down our throats as children." He shrugged and with a smile said, "not my fault it popped into my mind...and I am not tipsy..." Scott headed for the recycle bin. He held the lid open with one hand and set the bag of bottle in, grabbing the closed end he pulled, listening to the clang of bottles hitting each other.
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Post by Ray on Jun 21, 2006 14:46:00 GMT -5
Ray rolled his eyes; "Live in the sewers and you'll realize no one listens," he called, then he was off to put away the crate.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 14:55:07 GMT -5
Having done his job Scott closed the lid and headed back into the house, passing up the laundry chute he tossed the newly unknotted shirt down and smiled happily. He glanced at the clock on the wall and discovered Ray was right...it was after 3 AM. Scott really wanted to head straight to bed but decided he didn't need his bed to end up smelling like alcohol. He grabbed a spare pair of pajamas and underwear and headed for one of the showers on the main floor...where he wouldn't wake up anyone in the dormitory wing.
The shower served not only to make him clean but also more tired than before. He stumbled upstairs to his bedroom and promptly passed out as soon as his body hit the mattress.
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