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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 15:00:51 GMT -5
Scott dragged his tired body into the kitchen and cursed at the sun shining through the windows. He felt like crap and had begged off of the DR session, saying he thought he was coming down with the flu...which could be construed as truth...that's exactly what he would have thought if he hadn't been up until all hours and consumed all that alcohol. His stomach was having a private laugh at his expense, churning slightly as he lowered himself into his chair.
Something outside caught his eye and he smiled noticing the underwear fluttering in the breeze as the sun shone down on them.
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Post by lance on Jun 21, 2006 15:13:10 GMT -5
Jamie went to the kitchen and said "I'm going comando today. Someon stole the rest of my underwear. . He then looked at Scott and said "You look bad. Why?" Jamie looked in the fridege and found a half eaten turkey sub and ate it. "You look like you just had twelve hundred galli=ons of nyequill." Jamie said with his mouth full.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 15:19:26 GMT -5
"Ew...too much information," Scott replied to Jamie's comment(he hadn't realized they'd taken Jamie's only clean pair) before groaning and laying his head on the table. "Must be coming down with the flu," he said, voice muffled by the table. Point in fact he knew darn well it must be a hangover...Why, God, why did you strike me down? It's because I'm underage, isn't it?
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Post by lance on Jun 21, 2006 15:39:30 GMT -5
"Scott, I'm sorry about your car." he said with one eyebrow raised. "I only wanted to get some food. Oh and I have something that works on the flu. my mom taught it to me. It also worked on my brother when he came home drunk. You want to try?" he said going to the blender.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 15:42:53 GMT -5
Scott's head shot up at the mention of his car. "What about my car?" He was panicky and at the same time extremely nautious from the quick movement so he put his head back down. As to the home remedy..."not if it tastes like crap...my stomach couldn't handle that." Scott considered just heading back up to his room but that would require getting up and movement...ugh.
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Post by Ray on Jun 21, 2006 15:53:41 GMT -5
((and so I make my "gallant" entrance... if it's okay, of course))
Ray shuffled his way into the kitchen, pajama bottoms dragging, tank top askew and his hair going every which way. He rubbed his eyes and went to the fridge, opening it up and getting the orange juice. Popping the cap off with his thumb, he drank from the carton, then when he finished he sighed and rested his head against the fridge.
It was then he noticed Scott and Jamie; "You did not see me do that," he mumbled, motioning with the orange juice before drinking some more. "Or that."
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Post by lance on Jun 21, 2006 15:55:05 GMT -5
Jamie soon grabbed some pepto, a little lime, some dayquill, garlic, mayonaise, and biggy fries. He put them in the blinder and pressed the mixey button thingy. It was soon all mixed together and looked like Pocky just spit up left overs from the crossing of the red sea. "Here, it tastes good. I once had the flu for three days and then I tried this." He though the rest to himself ~Then I had to have my stomach pumped and a colonoscapy.~
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 16:02:44 GMT -5
"I didn't see it," Scott told Ray. Hearing the glass clink on the table he lifted his head just in time to see Ray take another sip from the carton. "Lips are sealed but I'm not drinking orange juice anymore." Scott looked at the concoction in the glass tumbler...it looked like vomit. He took a whiff, smelt like vomit too, with the slight smell of something medicinal..."I'm not drinking this either," he told Jamie, pushing the glass away and realizing the concoction was chunky. "I appreciate your trying to help and all but I think I'm gonna opt for some Tylenol and bedrest."
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Post by lance on Jun 21, 2006 16:08:37 GMT -5
"Wait, it's only like that because we were out of sausage and the biggy fires were not old yet." He said and then looked at ray sayding "OO, can I have some juice? Ray do you have the flu also. My drink will work." Jamie then grabbed a fork and threw it at the tv to turn it on because he was too lazy to get the remote.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 16:12:27 GMT -5
Now Scott knew it wasn't going to work...who put sausage and biggy fries in a drink to make one's stomach feel better? "And no throwing kitchen utensils," Scott said in his 'I don't want to have to tell you again' voice that he often used when household rules were broken. He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to the cupboards to retreive a waterglass to fill and some asprin.
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Post by lance on Jun 21, 2006 16:43:15 GMT -5
"Hey I'm not the one who looks like my hung over brother." He said to Scott then thinking ~I thought I smelled alchohol last night~ "Wait, were you drinking? Last night it smeeled just like my brother in my room when I went to bed." He then walked over to Scott.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 16:46:31 GMT -5
"Honestly, Jamie, I just caught a bug," Scott said filling the glass and taking a sip before popping the asprin in his mouth and swallowing. He knew darn well nothing about him smelled of alcohol now, a shower before bed and he brushed his teeth after he'd thrown up. There was no proof at all that he'd done anything other than go to bed as he always did.
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Post by lance on Jun 21, 2006 16:50:47 GMT -5
"I don't trust you. I've had the flu for six weeks at a time, and this is nothing like it. I think that you are drunk. I found a little barf in mr carpet also. It looked like stuff only you would eat. Then again, maybe quicksilver snuck in." Jamie thought again((ooc this is the most he has ever thought in one day)) ~Scott never lies, but people change. I mean my brother once only drank beer, then he moved to Germany and tried Absynth.~
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 21, 2006 16:56:01 GMT -5
"How would you know? Just because my flu doesn't look like your flu doesn't mean anything...for all I know I've got kidney failure and I'm going to die." He knew it sounded neurotic...heck, quite a bit of the time he was a little neurotic when it came to his health so he guessed it didn't really matter. He also knew he didn't throw up in Jamie's room, not at all, and neither did Ray. Maybe X's cat went in there. He took another sip of water and then grabbed some bread to put in the toaster...bread was easy on the stomach,right? And way more appetizing than saltine crackers. No jam though...just plain toast.
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Post by lance on Jun 21, 2006 17:02:31 GMT -5
"Hey if you did get drunk, I'm not telling. I watched an illegal German chanell last weekend. I have my secrets, you have yours." He then thought to himself ~At least he doesn't know what kind of channel it was.~ "Look, for some reason, I have a strong feeling that you did do it. I don't know why, but still. I don't give a care. I mean your scott, and in my opinoin you are way too old to be told what to do by anyone. So give it a rest. Ok. I even heard you laughing last night, and in the same way my brother did before he was killed in a bar fight. Yes, a bar fight, with an escape convict. So look, please pass the bread, and we're ok." he said
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