“Why are we doing this?” Pooch said as they all sat down in front of the TV. “I mean, not that I'm opposed to getting drunk, but...seriously? What kind of drinking game are we going to play with fucking CSPAN?”
“The 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' appeal is up today,” Clay said as he settled into an armchair. “And about fucking time.”
“Is it a shot for every yes or a shot for every no?” Aisha asked, examining the alcohol laid out in front of them.
“A shot for every no,” Jensen said. He and Cougar were on the floor, side by side, with their backs against the couch. “That way, if it gets shot down, we'll be too drunk to care. And if it passes, we won't be plastered enough that we have to forgo victory sex until the morning.”
“Ew. I mean, yay, y'all can have sex wherever now that you don 't have to worry about getting kicked out, but ew. I did not need that mental image,” Pooch complained. Cougar rolled his eyes and huffed, but their was a smirk lurking around his lips. He was already opening up liquor bottles and sorting out the shot glasses. “You know what I mean.”
“Whatever dude,” Jensen said, fiddling with the volume. “Get ready to get drunk.”
(And of course, when the inevitable happened, Jensen and Cougar had to evacuate the living room pretty damn fast, because dude, sex.)
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Date: 2010-12-28 11:19 pm (UTC)“The 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' appeal is up today,” Clay said as he settled into an armchair. “And about fucking time.”
“Is it a shot for every yes or a shot for every no?” Aisha asked, examining the alcohol laid out in front of them.
“A shot for every no,” Jensen said. He and Cougar were on the floor, side by side, with their backs against the couch. “That way, if it gets shot down, we'll be too drunk to care. And if it passes, we won't be plastered enough that we have to forgo victory sex until the morning.”
“Ew. I mean, yay, y'all can have sex wherever now that you don 't have to worry about getting kicked out, but ew. I did not need that mental image,” Pooch complained. Cougar rolled his eyes and huffed, but their was a smirk lurking around his lips. He was already opening up liquor bottles and sorting out the shot glasses. “You know what I mean.”
“Whatever dude,” Jensen said, fiddling with the volume. “Get ready to get drunk.”
(And of course, when the inevitable happened, Jensen and Cougar had to evacuate the living room pretty damn fast, because dude, sex.)