*is outside the door doing the insistent knocking, trying to knock in a rhythm completely mismatching the music he can hear from somewhere*
*lies back down again*
Uh, I know that's you, Wentz. No-one else is that tenacious. Come in and be quiet.
*lets himself in, grinning* You only know it's me 'cause I give off, like, rays of awesome or something. Dude, why are you in bed?
*waves a hand from under the covers*
Uh, *rolls over and peeks out*
I got wrecked last night. Tired.
*deliberately loudly, obviously* Nice.
*peeks from under Joe's covers*
*squints, eyes half-closed, at the situation and Pete at the door* Yo! Shalom, Petey. *falls back down, grinning*
*realises where he is and stops grinning* TrohFro, what the fuck. Are you doing in my bed. *doesn't realise this isn't his bed, though*
*glances down at Gabe, then back up at Pete*
*frowns, doing a double take*
Wait, what? Gabe? The fuck?
*looks around the room*
*also does a double take, raising his eyebrows and smirking at them* I see you weren't exaggerating by saying you got wrecked. What the fuck, guys. *laughs* It's Joe's bed, by the way.
Dude, dude, what-- *lifts the covers, looking at his crotch* Oh shitman, dude!! We didn't!? *lies back down, groaning* What was in that fucking cocktail, 's what I'd like to know, man. *chuckles*
*runs his hands through his hair, squinting at Gabe*
Again? Shitman, I need to like, stop smoking, oy.
*lies back down anyway*
So Wentzface, sup?
*shakes his head, still grinning, and decides to leave out the whole city trip deal* Oh, not much, really, you know. The usual. *looks warily at the covers for a few seconds and then walks over to the bed, pushing -- well, one of their feet out of the way, to sit down at the foot of it* What's up with you two, I think is the better question.
Dude, dude, it's okay. *gives Joe a reassuring pat* I'm wearing my underwear, so it's okay!! It's like, possible we didn't have sex, dude. *squints at his wristwatch and groans when he realises the time, burying his face into the crook of Joe's shoulder* Troh, I just wanna sleep, babe.
Gabells, we both know how easily underwear can be moved to one side.
Eh, stay right here, I have no more classes today anyway. Hey Wentzface, you wanna get in?
*lifts the covers up and winks*
As, uh, tempting as that sounds I think I'll pass, because, dude, I don't know what I'd be laying in. *pulls a face* Especially if you managed the whole moving the underwear to one side thing.
*speaks into Joe's shoulder, so it's a bit muffled* Dude it's not like we did Ruby on Rails or something, man. *starts laughing hysterically at himself*
*laughs too, glancing down at Gabe*
Dude like you'd remember if we had.
*grins back at Pete*
It's all good, man. I feel no wet patch! Hey you guys wanna get high?
*laughs as well* Dude, I only came by to borrow some CDs, but, hey. *shrugs*
*sings under his breath* Roll, roll, roll a joint, twist it at the ends! Light it up and take a puff and pass it to your friends!
*leans over and rummages in his dresser drawer, pulling out a plastic Chewbacca figure, looking at it for a moment before dropping it onto the floor, and pulling out a readily-rolled joint*
Aha! Here's one I made earlier.
Mr S, a light, if you please?
*glances at Gabe*
Oh yeah, underwear. Wentz?
*grins* Yes, yes I am wearing underwear Joe, thanks for asking.
No you're not, that's bullshit, Petey!!!
C'mon, give us the lighter, pussycat.
Commando, huh Pete?
C'mon, spark it, man.
*digs around in his pocket until he can get the lighter out, not even entirely sure why he has it, since it's not actually his, and tosses it across to Joe* There, dude, do it yourself.
Yeah, hurry up, Troh. *shifts closer to Joe for bodyheat, nearly snoozing off again* Before our hangovers catch up, dude. *laughs*
*reaches behind him and bats at Gabe*
Dude! Don't snuggle me in front of Wentz!
*flicks on the lighter and lights the joint, inhaling deeply*
*lies back down*
That is the shit. Who wants?