Are you into the concept of a threesome without the inconvenience of trying to fit three people into a bed? Well, you're in luck, because here we have two minds for the price of one body! One of them's a complete monster and the other one's the Mind Flayer. The bad news is that neither of them are willing to get a haircut, but if you can look beyond the mullet you're in for a truly wild night.
[ For a few seconds Steve turns his face so it's fully pressed against the pillow and resists the urge just to groan at how fucked up his life is. Right now he's drunk and Billy is really fucking hot and that isn't new information but he's being really hot like right there and his eyes are pretty and Steve is an idiot ]
You keep your favors, I keep my apologies. We're square.
[ Billy's making his way up to his bedroom, too. It's not exactly clean but at least the clothes are piled up in one spot instead of scattered around everywhere. He flops down on his bed and smirks. ]
God, I haven't had a sleepover party since I was like, seven years old. [ They're chatting, and about to go to sleep, so this counts as one. ]
Your sleepovers sucked, then. [ As if Billy's sleepovers had beer when he was a little kid.
He yawns, louder this time. His eyelids are droopy, and it's clear that he's about to doze off. ] You gonna read me a bedtime story? [ Said in an even smarmier tone than usual. ]
What, are you a five year old?? [ He rubs a hand across his face, blinking heavily. ] Once upon a time there was this guy who was really great and the best at basketball and drove a nice car. Then this other guy came along who was a total douchebag and pushed him over and was generally a dick. They both ended up in this fifties nightmare town full of monsters and it sucked ass. Except there was booze so it wasn't a total drag, the end.
[ someone give him a nobel prize for literature, that was poetry. ]
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It's not flirting if he's teasing. It's not flirting if he's teasing. It's not flirting if he's teasing!! ]
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You keep your favors, I keep my apologies. We're square.
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[ Billy's making his way up to his bedroom, too. It's not exactly clean but at least the clothes are piled up in one spot instead of scattered around everywhere. He flops down on his bed and smirks. ]
God, I haven't had a sleepover party since I was like, seven years old. [ They're chatting, and about to go to sleep, so this counts as one. ]
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And keeps wrinkling as he yawns.]
Not allowed beer at sleepover. Anyway, you aren't sleeping over.
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He yawns, louder this time. His eyelids are droopy, and it's clear that he's about to doze off. ] You gonna read me a bedtime story? [ Said in an even smarmier tone than usual. ]
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[ someone give him a nobel prize for literature, that was poetry. ]
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[ But he has a big old smile on his face as he says it. Billy's so tired that he's kind of all right with being a little affectionate. ]
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[ It's the beer that has a pink flush spreading up his cheeks. Absolutely the beer and not that dumb smile. ]
Can't take apologies. Can't take a great story. [fffff]
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[ And then his eyelids slowly droop shut, his breathing slowing. He doesn't hang up before falling asleep. ]
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Dumbass. [ He whispers it and ends the call. He's not sure if he's talking to Billy or himself. ]