33 Hangover - He Can Be His Own PSA [Action | Where you are!]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[The Captain forgot to refill his random assortment of deadly pills sleep cocktail at work and now he had nothing to help him sleep. Still, enough alcohol should do the trick, right? Right?

Nope! The Captain gets himself nice and blacked out drunk and ends up getting himself into a new set in trouble. Luckily for you, you get to deal with it. Do you know why?

Because The Captain is at YOUR HOUSE!

Yes! Your house! He is also bare ☠☠☠☠ naked!*

You can catch him at one of the following.]


A)

[The Captain is in your living room!

Maybe he just walked in. Maybe your door is locked and he broke it! Either way you have a naked drunk may sprawled out awkwardly on your couch!]


B)

[The Captain is in your bathroom! Yes! Yours!

He might be sitting on the toilet or in the shower laid out and looking very uncomfortable. Muttering curses and other things not for young ears.]


C)

[The Captain is in your yard!

Is he stuck in your tree? How did he get up there!?

Is he just laid out on your lawn for all the world to see? How embarrassing for everyone!]


D)

[The Captain is in your bed!

Are you a light sleeper? He just stumbled into your room and is crawling under the covers with you!

Are you a deep sleeper? Be prepared for awkward spooning!]


((*OOC: If you wish The Captain can have boxers and/or pants. Maybe they are his own, maybe they are your not!dad's or even yours! Just put "Boxers!" or "Pants!" in the subject line with the option of your choice.

Choose one and enjoy!))

Comments

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[It's the muttering close to his head that slowly wakes him up, combined with the arm about his waist which he notices right away.

Who was in his bed? As thoughts forced their way past his drowsiness, he wondered if maybe he's forgotten to lock the drone in her room, or maybe the kids . . . was it one of the kids? Holland rolls over . . .

Staring. Staring with eyes wide. ]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Blinks at Holland, seemingly equally confused as to why this man is in his arms and in his bed...

...]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Sure there was a man in his bed. A naked man. . .hugging him? It was even somebody he'd met before. He had no idea how this guy even got here.

But one thing concerns him more than that.]

You . . . [He sits up]

. . . really, really . . . [And now he's shoving The Captain out of his bed with his foot on the other man's hip bone]

. . . reek!

[And with one last hard kick, he knocks the other guy to the floor. He'd have to wash all the sheets now. The pillows too.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Hits the ground with a thud.

Groans a bit just laying there. Ow... ow... ow...]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[How the hell did these people get into his house at night? Holland would swear he locks the doors, the windows too.]

The hell do you think you're doing?

[He's sitting on the edge of the bed now, squinting down at the floor - it was more of a glare.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Sprawled out, laying there.

Blinking up at Holland.]

Going to bed... what are you doing in my house?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

This is my living room.

[Nudging with his foot.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

How the ☠☠☠☠ did I get here?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

I'd like to know.

[Now he's just going to plant a foot on Captain's chest, hard.]

So tell me.

[He really needed to know how the hell these people were getting into his house.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

I don't know, maybe your house isn't super hero proof. I bet it isn't.

You should ☠☠☠☠ yell at your landlord.

[Landlord... house... yeah, The Captain was beyond coherency now.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Stepping a bit harder.]

You really should stay home if you're going to get hammered.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Grunt... hey!]

I was home, I was in my kitchen... I think...

☠☠☠☠... stop that..

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Clearly not.

[Digging his heel in a bit. When he said he'd see you tomorrow, he meant at work tomorrow.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Ow! Seriously, ☠☠☠☠ stop that...

[That's it. The Captain pushes his elbows into the ground and forces himself up.

He's super strong, he's going to push Holland up as well if he doesn't step back.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Holland doesn't know that; he's tired and when he's tired he's really grumpy. So he digs a bit more.]

Then get the hell out.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[That's it, he's standing up. This is a mistake in so many ways.

He's strong and he's going to stand up even with Holland's weight on his chest.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Since Holland is still by the bed, he's only going to fall back a bit, sitting down hard on the mattress.

He simply frowns at The Captain as the other stands up. Superheroes and their powers, tch.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Using the nearest wall for support and so his feet don't go in opposite directions on him.]

... maybe I'm better off flying.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Doubt it.

[He gives a yawn and then . . . ]

There's another sofa in the den.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, I don't need a couch.

[No he isn't, but he's still going to try stumbling for the exit.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Ugh he's too tired for this crap. So have Holland taking hold of the back of The Captain's neck and hauling him to the den. Unless of course, The Captain decides not to go, but . . .]

Should probably try to go before the kids wake up.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[[He's easy to get off balance now so Holland can just drag him. He can't get a good footing.]]

☠☠☠☠! Okay... okay! Where do you want me to go?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

To sleep.

[Just saving the neighborhood, here. He leaves The Captain at the open door to the den, walking a bit down the hallway before turning back.]

Sofa's really comfortable.

[Actually he has no idea if it is or not, but he gestures inside.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[At this point, it doesn't matter.

The Captain will crash.]

Fine, whatever...

Thanks.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[He can't hear you he's already flopped on his bed in the living room and in moments he's out like a light. Don't interrupt his lovely sleep again, okay.]