Bright and Early, the Next Morning (private)

[Perry diCarto]

Perry diCarto's apartment, the night after the Jester and the Lawyer got far too fucked up for their own good. Laminate floors, two bedrooms, a large, open concept kitchen with all the fixings, and a large balcony on which a small hot tub had been installed at some cost. He was on the third storey of three, and while the view wasn't outstanding, at the very least, it wasn't an eyesore. It looked out onto some trees and was at the back of the building. It was a balcony selected for its privacy.

diCarto had left Heath in his clothes on his rather comfortable leather sofa for three, having thrown a warm, black blanket over him and putting a bucket next to his head on the floor. A half-full glass of water was sitting on the table across from Heath, perhaps remnants from the night before. It would be obvious Perry had a second bedroom, but he had slid some sort of mat under the bucket. Apparently the lawyer didn't want puke on his floors and the space was such that by the sofa was simply a better place to leave the drunk Lost.

There was an open door nearby leading to a spacious washroom with a shower. The door diagonal to it was closed, and behind it in the distance, there were the sounds of a shower running.

It was 9 o'clock in the morning, and the sun was beating into Perry's apartment. Apparently he'd forgotten to close the blinds.

Vassagon

[Heath Moore]

"Aaaaghblurghable..." groaned the Minstrel miserably as the light broke through the skin of his eyelids. They opened reluctantly, his pounding skull occupied by a brain that was testing its surroundings under the sever handicap of a hangover. The first instinct was to reduce the pain, so he pulled the blanket up over his face. The black material soaking up the light. He could still taste alcohol in his mouth, the thick bitter flavor only aggravating his nausea. But at least this couch was comfortable. He had had his fair share of uncomfortable couches, so waking up to this wasn't bad at all.

The question of who's couch it was hadn't occurred to him yet, but he rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head like a hood to blind the harsh rays from his bloodshot eyes. When he sat up his foot kicked against a bucket, making a light metallic noise. A bucket, confirmed Heath's mind hesitantly. He gazed around the apartment, taking in his surroundings with the same sluggish concentration. An apartment. Not mine, he confirmed.

It was then he thought to question who it belonged to and why he was there. Incomplete memories drifted back to him about meeting Perry at the Avalon and... That's where it began to break down. It was clear he had drunk too much. He hoped he didn't piss off Perry or do something stupid. Maybe this was Perry's apartment.

[Perry diCarto]

As Heath dealt with the realities of his position on the couch and his hangover, the water in the far room stopped. Quiet singing could be heard, although of what it was was not clear. A couple of minutes later, Perry came out, hair still half wet and teased into its usual style. He wore jeans and a green t-shirt that complimented his eyes. A smirk, as he saw Heath wearing his blanket like some sort of shroud. All in all, diCarto looked like he was doing all right for a guy who'd done just as much drinking as Heath. Then again, he'd had the chance to pound water and Aspirin the night before. "Good morning, stud," he said with a smirk. "You look like you need the hair of the dog."

He moved past the couch into the open kitchen, pulling out some Frosted Flakes and milk. "Or perhaps some Advil?"

A kitten walked by with the most piercing blue eyes in the world. It nudged the comedian with its head and looked up at him.

[Heath Moore]

Hmm, Perry is here. This must be his apartment, thought Heath slowly. What was this speak of dogs? Some colloquial expression perhaps. Heath relinquished the blanket, pulling it down and revealing the matted hair that had formed the shape of an attacking kraken. "Advil please," his words bubble up in his throat, clearing away the night's mucus. It sounded a little hoarse, probably from his excited yelling the night before.

Heath rubbed his temples, and then feeling the press of fur against his pant leg, looked down at the adorable creature staring at him. He took a slow breath and slowly said, "Awwwwwww," though it ended up sounding like a bleating goat. The Minstrel let one of his hands dangle down to pet it.

[Perry diCarto]

The kitty snuggled at Heath's hand. Cute little bastard.

Meanwhile, Perry poured a big glass of water from a Brita filter and grabbed his box of Advil from a cupboard, placing both on the table next to Heath. He could dose himself appropriately. "There's also toothpaste, mouthwash and a towel in the washroom," diCarto said with a nod toward the door before he looked down at the cat nuzzling at the comedian's hand. A half-smile crossed the Shadowsoul's drow face for a brief moment before he ran his fingers through his hair and headed back the dozen paces to the countertop and Frosted Flakes.

"Lookin' good, Heath," he said with a smirk. "Your head okay? You took quite the spill off the barstool."

[Heath Moore]

"Heh, thanks," says the hungover comedian, pulling his hand away from the cuddling kitten as he takes the advil and water and combines them in his mouth. "Aaah," he says, letting out a refreshed sigh as the cool water partially cleanses his palate. He stands up, letting the rest of the blanket fall away to the couch. He shifts from foot to foot, zombie-like as he heads to the washroom to finish the cleansing job.

Closing the door behind him running water can be heard as he puts some toothpaste on his long pale finger and rubs it around his teeth. Mouthwash follows, followed by spitting. Water splashed on face, wet hands run through hair, and then urination, and back to hand washing. The door again opens and Heath returns to the living area, more hygienic than before.

"So, err, what happened last night? Did I miss anything fun?" he asks, the corners of his mouth curling into his usual smile.

[Perry diCarto]

Perry could be found sitting at the centre island of his open concept kitchen on a barstool, munching on Frosted Flakes and drinking some water. Behind him, his beloved God, coffee, was brewing behind him in a machine. The aroma filled the room with deliciousness, the promise of sweet, sweet caffeine to come.

He motioned to the barstool next to him. "You got fucked up on shots after you danced and ripped your pants." He motioned at the jesters pants, which had not been removed by the Shadowsoul. "I dragged your happy ass out of the bar," he said with a smirk, recalling the man's boxers, "And then while we were waiting for a cab, there were these models in town from Victoria's Secret that were out at the club. They recognized you and wanted to party, but..." Shrug. All poker-face like.

C'mon, bite...

  2 sux to joke with the comedian

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-19 14:56:19		Perry diCarto rolls 5 to LOL JK: Manip+Subt+Spec+SL (10 Again)		4, 9, 6, 9, 3		2 successes

[Heath Moore]

  Is that so?

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-19 15:26:02		Heath rolls 4 to see through this clever ploy [Wits+Emp] (10 Again)		5, 2, 6, 8		1 success

Heath immediately glances to his rear, twisting around to see as much as he could of it, much like he did the night before. "I did? I mean, we did? I mean, they did?!" his last question referring to the models that Perry mentioned. There was something about his story that seemed unlikely, but he liked where it was going. "So, wait, what happened next?" Heath racked his brain trying to remember the details of the night on the town. Victoria Secret models, that'd be the worst thing to forget!

[Heath Moore]

"Yeah, I'd totally say that..." said Heath, feigning embarrassment. He might of, to get a laugh. But the Minstrel was getting the feeling that Perry was pulling his metaphorical leg. Not that Avalon didn't have its fair share of models running about, but Heath had never had that much success when sober. Still, he decided to play along to see how Perry's version ended. "So what did she do?"

  I'm onto you!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-19 16:03:53		Heath rolls 6 to play along [Manip+Sub+SP(hide emotions/keep from laughing)] (10 Again)		6, 9, 1, 7, 2, 8		2 successes
2012-10-19 15:56:16		Heath rolls 4 to yeah I'd totally say that [Wits+Emp] (10 Again)		8, 9, 6, 7		2 successes