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He was having a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream. Up until the point that something loud and irritating woke him up. Rolling over in bed, Will groaned and knocked over the alarm sending it skittering to the floor.

Pressing his face into the pillows, he breathed in the sweet scent of someone before screwing his face up in confusion. Blearily opening his eyes, he stared at the pillows then glanced at the alarm. The alarm that wasn't his, the bed sheets that weren't his, the room that most definitely wasn't his.

Groaning he lifted his arm up and opened his eyes blearily. He shouldn't drink, he really shouldn't drink when he wasn't entirely sure of where he was. Or where his clothes were.

"I'm not drinking again," Will groaned, collapsing back on the pillows.

[[open to all: wake up with will in your bed, why he's there or if he's alone is up to you.]]

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Louise wasn't sure if it was the alarm or the groan that sent her flying out of her bed, into her tiny little bathroom. The bathroom Gabe had painted. It wasn't Gabe in her bed, there weren't enough 'ma'am's for that, but her head was pounding too much to recognize the man's voice.

Was she really consciously strolling down the lane of relationship-ish fuck ups? Was she - oh thank God, at least she was still wearing her underwear. Maybe she could wait the man out, or at least until her brain functioned enough to recognize him again? What had even happened?

Essie had set the alarm so she had a few hours to get herself back to human in order to pick up Isaac from the sitter. There had been a plan. A good plan. Go out, have a few drinks, say hello to some friends and go home to sleep it off. And then she'd run into Will and a few drinks had turned into a lot of drinks and a stumble into a cab and... now she was naked and scrambling over him to get to the alarm before her ears split.

"I don't think drinking was our problem. Not our only problem."

OOC: CAN I TAG THIS TOO????

Les strolled into his bedroom carrying a huge glass of cold water and some Tylenol for the huge lump currently snoring in his bed. A lump that had been a bitch to get up the stairs to his loft and into said bed without getting handsy and also complaining. Even though he was drunk Will kept trying to carry Les up the stairs like he was the one piss drunk.

Les was not piss drunk. He could hold his alcohol. Unlike some people.

"Hey, there little buddy," he said thumping the glass down on his nightstand, making sure the noise was extra loud. It was time for his guest to awaken and get out of his bed.

"You threw up on the couch, asshole, and tried collapsed in bed with Audrey and me," Ed shouted, extra loudly, as he flipped the light on in the room of his apartment. Also, he turned on his stereo to something loud just for his hungover brother.

"And you wouldn't move and couldn't sleep on the couch. Because you threw up on. So she and I had to spend the night at her trailer. Thanks for that."

As much as Ed loved Audrey her trailer-thing was filthy and he was a little on the neat freak side. He was not happy with his brother.

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